Shuangjue

That night, the blood moon was in the sky, and the lights on the star-catching platform were bright. Yan Ling stood leaning on the railing, cutting his black hair with a knife, and he was dressed in red, as beautiful as a flower. "Xiao Fengqing, I went to hell for you, have you ever been sincere to me?" Xiao Fengqing stood tall and tall, with an indifferent expression on her face: "No." Yan Ling laughed and jumped into the abyss. Until her death, she wore someone else's wedding dress. There is no trace of the fragrant soul, and the old alliances and oaths turned into jade fragments all over the ground. Shuangjue also acts as a pair of jues, saying goodbye to you and never seeing you again. Small Theater Rumor has it that the prince of the Western Qin Dynasty has found an unparalleled beauty. The appearance of that woman is exactly the same as that of the first wife of the Prince of Chu who died young. After hearing the news, the prince of Da Chu led thousands of troops to the border and marched across mountains and rivers covered with stars and moons, just to ask for one person to look back. In the flames of the war, a woman in gorgeous clothes held a three-foot green sword in her hand, as cold as ice: "Your Highness, after all his plans were exhausted that day, finally succeeded in conquering the world as he wished. Why are you so pretentious now?" The man moved forward indomitably. Every time he took a step closer to her, the sword edge pierced his chest an inch. He smiled wildly and said: "From the moment you jumped from the star-catching platform, you are my only world!"