Brother, Please Worship the Heaven and Earth with the Witch

——The Qingqiong Fairy is running around here and there That year, at that time, he pretended to be a young man and appeared in front of me, like a savior. He told me in a cold but slightly concerned tone that there was no need to be afraid. The murderous aura wrapped around the long knife in his hand has not yet dissipated, and it seems to be venting his strength and courage. ——The peach blossoms shine brightly I listened to him keep screaming, small and small, small and small, and my chest gradually became stuffy. A teardrop suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped from the roof, and he who was originally standing by the bed unexpectedly reached right under me at no time and reached out to catch my teardrop. He raised his head and we looked at each other. This glance seemed to have spanned many years, so kind and so nostalgic. However, this was just an illusion. Because this is my second meeting with him, and sitting in the room is his beloved woman ——If you don't worry and don't seek, what's the point of not being embarrassed? I don't want your life, brother, I don't want it anymore, and I don't want Tianzhong Yuanyuan. I just ask you to open your eyes and call me "Xiao Qing" again.