He is lucky enough in this life, and these are all the results of God's blessing.
The girl has delicate features and doesn't like to talk. She wears a light blue long coat and a cloak. She stands in an obscure grassland, holding a flickering Kongming Lantern in her arms. Her face is pale and haggard from years of illness.
She was remembering her own years. Once upon a time, a young man was reading poetry on a boulder. He said...
The wish is to marry her.
Under the stars, the eternal romance was that he finally came back to fulfill his promise. However, when he saw her, the other party took a mouthful of blood and turned himself into a tombstone.
The so-called regret is to use the frivolity with the face covered by dust to hesitate the unspeakable nostalgia. At the entrance of the alley that year, the unparalleled young man saw the magnificent white boots;
Hello and goodbye.
The scorching undercurrent never spewed out of the cracks in the earth. This invisible relationship ended with an extremely tragic ending. He was so stupid.
how?
In this life, it seems that I have chosen to pass by because of regret.
On Double Ninth Festival, Su Qingjiu came to find her pearl.
They should have met each other long ago.
From holding hands to intertwining fingers, from flower season to rainy season, from longing to disillusionment, all of this is so unexpected.
What I once thought was indestructible turned out to be broken at a touch.
"Hiding here, what are you thinking about?"
"No, I'm just quietly waiting for fate to give me the result."
The girl holds the Kongming Lantern. When the legend falls into ruins, even looking back becomes luxurious.
Just look at the scenery;
It is still so strong after all.
"The most precious thing in life is imagination, but worry really destroys this treasure. You should not be addicted to your imagination. My little sweetheart is swaying in peace and quiet throughout the years, and even when he bids farewell to the world, he is still swaying with a confident light. , you are a butterfly, a fantasy on the ice field, you are a collection of enthusiasm, how can you languish here."
"You are so good at comforting people." The girl shook her head, smiled very reservedly, and said warmly: "I'm not addicted. It's just an unusual past, and I didn't get what I deserved..."
"Dear, this is how the world is. Without your efforts, you should get things. Accidents, blood-sucking moths, blind referees, predetermined quotas, and powerful people who look down on you. The results are never obtained by you through the process. This is What a pity. We are still alive, and we can still create the future. If that doesn't work, let's abandon the past like stick insects.
"Let's change our name, change our way of life, and face a new world with a new look. I believe in fate. It has treated me well from beginning to end. I don't believe that the children who grow up watching it will be affected by it. Just strangle him to death.
"You've been here for a long, long time. Dust yourself off. We won't be buried with the old things." Su Qingjiu coaxed the moon with a gentle tone.
His fall was not because of you, so why did he learn to destroy himself by burning both jade and stone?
Both black and white demons understand the truth, how could the ancestral realm not understand it?
He didn't mention a word of his grudges with Jiufang Pavilion, and no one else could interfere even if they wanted to.
It is difficult for an upright official to stop family affairs. Yu Ling has already made a footnote to the past, and Qiu Shang cannot repeat the ending.
"I already have enough."
"But that's a phase. Here I am, the Crab Clan's civilization is still waiting for its Purple Nether God."
The god of Ping is Feng Zekun.
Purple Nether God, whose love knows no bounds.
The main god of the underworld, Su Qingjiu.
The status of the core of the Southern Territory Tianxia, Southern Territory Zhongtu, and Zhuoyu Sanshangling in the possible universe has been officially established.
"Thank you." The girl smiled lightly.
"As long as you don't blame me for coming to you."
The grudge between Huaicai and Yousuan comes from outside the territory, from the Death Academy, one of the fifteen labels. The connection between Su Qingjiu and Zhen Zhu comes from Mochen Inn, which is a world of epochs, and as one of the supreme systems, the other party The basis of the core is very strange.
However, precisely because of the long-standing intersection, the Lord of the Underworld knows that the relationship between the Emperor and Qingluan is very complicated. This complexity also involves Fengze Kun, and even in some cases, the reason why Cangming God is here Zhuo Yu did not leave when he was remodeled, and now he keeps a low profile, all related to that incident.
A stunning beauty, especially a stunning beauty of this level, would not help so much for no reason. Princess Beichen not only came to suppress the battle herself, but also sent seven of her servants. This kind of scale was not even available for Xuan Chan back then. movement:
Although the seven attendants are not very active now, and those few have not come, but they are given seven attendants instead of three or four, so the battle is still huge. This is a kind of language, especially for people who originally For the taciturn Cangming God, this can be called a warning.
——Although the top peerless people seem to be playing well, they all think that the circle of the top sequence is small and the relationship is good. In fact, the higher the level, the less time to socialize. There is no intersection between two passive people, so many high-level people appear at the same time. sequence, it must be a big event, and it is also not possible to think that they have a good relationship based on their performance in the event.
If Tianjiao had a good relationship with each other, there would be no "threads" and "beads", there would be no difference between "main perspective" and "side perspective", and there would not be any Tianjiao who specializes in socializing and are famous. Yes, a lot of Qin Mo's reputation was gained through his involvement in social circles.
Although there is a difference between the peerless circle and the peerless circle, it can be regarded as the same. There are only a handful of activities among the peerless women in Zhuoyu territory. Apart from Zhuoyu's heart-to-heart reunion, only Qiu Shang can receive some invitations, or Qing Jiangyue from Changjinglou, who loves the liveliness, and Chungui, the female devil from Changjinglou, who likes to travel. Generally speaking, they are difficult to meet. This is also the reason why most of the stunning women are used as embellishments of the event, but not at the core of the event.
There are only a handful of events that can make Princess Cangming appear. It is possible that the Crab clan in the universe has enough face to come from this. At the same time, we can also see that the influence of Qingluan when he triggered the event was so far-reaching that the aftermath can still be Set off huge waves.
"What's so strange? Things won't end until the cause and effect are sorted out. I know what the plan is in this connection. However, what can I say? You can't do anything by yourself. It's better not to see each other and just guess like this. "
"It's a miserable situation for you to be restrained, but it's obviously the one who failed to live up to your expectations."
“Sitting in this position, first class, you naturally have to accept these changes.
"We're all the same, we can't get angry because of the competition."
Zhen Zhu smiled. The lawn at this moment was just like the night before. The boy also lit a lantern and watched her laughing non-stop, but never thought of getting closer.
"If I had your mentality, I wouldn't worry about gains and losses." The Underworld Lord shook his head gently.
"It takes time. It's impossible for us to imitate other people's love. If we really want to make a vow of eternal love, and the sun and the moon go by, what kind of foundation should we bear it on?"
"Yes, what it can't ask for is also a luxury that we can't achieve."
"Let's wait until the stick insect cuts off more sections. Maybe when another type of writing appears, it will create a new version of us." The girl listened carefully to the faint sadness on this grassland.
The thread of a loving mother is sewn into the heart of a wanderer. The boy is looking for direction in Star Trek. Where is it?
In this fantasy world without coordinates, how much knowledge do sailors have to brave the unknown ocean?
Loneliness is like a hazy mist. The old man's battle with the sea continues. Without support, he must do it all by himself and move forward silently, even if he is haggard.
Maybe it will be submerged in the ocean.
He has been wandering for a long time and has been completely exiled from the world. The wind blows the leaves on the cliff. Perhaps he will slowly rot along the way.
At night, the moonlight shines on the cross, and Ada comes to steal the painting.
Chang Hou followed him. He didn't know what kind of light this passerby would burst out here, but the gods here obviously took pity on his displacement and their brother's perseverance in hardship.
Wu Dalang, who was not married to Pan Jinlian, planned to give his younger brother a platform to show off his skills.
At this moment, the driver who did not believe in God looked at the god outlined by precious paints, silently losing his emotions and feeling empty.
"Should I take you away?
"Death, it's kissing my heart. I don't know how to face you, it seems like a loser just messing around with his destiny.
"Invincible scorching sun, you created everything. Even under the moonlight, we all remember your heat, but I really have no right to choose.
"I once thought about letting him escape. No one knows his nature better than me. He is the white rose that I supported through despicable means. Now that we have come to this point, I should also put an end to my mission.
"Just let me leave a letter to my brother.
"May I not see your suffering back in hell."
He took down the priest's painting, and then left slowly and with determination. He was extremely normal, with no strange emotions at all. This middle-aged man who usually pretended to be calm had now completely put aside his distracting thoughts.
The coachman was like a child, starting to return under the moonlight.
He spent the whole day thinking, but his thinking was always interrupted.
Five thousand meters!
Oh no! return! Run again, in the opposite direction, three thousand meters!
Oh no, wrong again, marathon! next door! Sir, take a rest.
He was always tortured, but after that, no more.
Ye Xun watched his movements silently, and then his eyes focused:
[Portraits of Gods: One of the tokens of the rule premise]
[Tag: Bloody Hand Butcher, leader of private smugglers. 】
How to conform to him?
After Chang Hou thought for a moment, he suddenly thought of a script. Then he laughed ferociously and kept trying to fit the template in his mind.
This body is not that big, he is going to start exercising.
After thinking about it, Ye Xun squinted his eyes with evil spirits, and a team of bandits appeared out of thin air after being tagged.
"Boss!"
"Brother! Brother! We are back!"
On the road that Ada must pass, Ye Xun wore an eyepatch on his left eye and a hook on his right wrist. His face was full of flesh, and he ate the roasted lamb leg very arrogantly.
"Hey! What a good thing!" Under Changhou's instructions, the dogleg next to him stepped forward and pushed the coachman's body with his chest, causing the driver to stagger.
After her thinking was interrupted, Ada frowned angrily, but thinking of the items she had stolen, she did not dare to say anything and prepared to take a detour.
"Hey! Are you deaf when I'm talking to you?"
Ye Xun shouted loudly!
"Hey! You're so embarrassed, go up and beat him up!"
Chang Hou stood up, and the team around him immediately stood up and surged up like a flood.
Fighting with sticks and throwing stones, if you want to hit a noble, you need evidence. Under normal circumstances, if the noble master hits you, you will be beheaded by the market boss after you fight back.
However, the portrait of the god was enough to pronounce the driver's death.
Ye Xun even bet his own life, so why would he care about the life of a short fat man?
He killed the opponent with one hook, prepared to make things worse, and then began to condense his destiny.
"Boss! He is the lame noble!"
The smugglers recognized Ada's identity.
"I'm also a noble, what's wrong?" Ye Xun said with a look of displeasure on his face and he took out the portrait of the priest, "You damn cripple! You dare to steal my paintings! You're looking for death!
"Tell A Zhuang that his brother stole my paintings and wanted to pay off his brother's gambling debt. He must give me an explanation for this!"
"It's the eldest brother!" Seeing the bloody hook on Chang Hou's hand under the moonlight, the thugs were convinced. The moment they got the portrait token, Ye Xun's identity was confirmed.
[Ye Xun: Noble, Marquis, leader of one of the three major smuggling gangs in Rhine City. 】
