Ruyue's body grows with the light of a sword that is like a broken bamboo. In the depths of Ruyue's eyes, the seeds of hatred were as unbreakable as they had taken root. The hatred roared into a swift, swift flame, and he did not hesitate to give in to the impending destruction. Like a cold moon poking out of the thick clouds, it is cold and warm. She and Feixue faced off in the golden fall. The two red clothes are like soaring pools of blood. The long loose hair was draped over her face, but it couldn't hide the bone-chilling yet dazzling flames in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and chased after her with her sword. There was silence between heaven and earth, all things were lonely, and suddenly there was no sound. The echoing shouts of slaughter are entangled in the spirit of the collision of weapons alone. She was struck by the sword and staggered. She bent down and laughed suddenly, her face was hideous, overflowing with evil spirits. She used her humblest possessions to laugh at the woman who was always cold and frosty in front of her, fighting for her last standing place. The world was suddenly occupied by dripping red, the kind of red like blood, which was even more magnificent than the maple leaves in the forest. She lay on her back, red covering her vision. Bright red, fluttering and falling down softly, caressed her face. The warm breath approached, and she was lost. She felt that at this moment, she and the red were one. However, when she didn't notice it, the piece of red that wrapped her was lifted. She was awakened from the dream. She felt the coldness of the world, still as usual. When I looked back, a tear slipped and bitterness flowed into my heart. Hatred gathered in his heart again, but not against him. She loves him, loves him in an inexplicable way. He is her attachment, her belief, and her destiny. She doesn't understand the strife of wars in this world. There is only one power in her body that comes from the original, only for him. Like an arrow full of strings, whether it is right or wrong, it is a matter of discussion. "What the master does, must not be wrong; the words that the master writes to you must make sense." She was simply convinced, and defended resolutely in an almost savage and crazy way. In front of Can Jian, she wanted to follow the ancient practice and admonish each other with death. This was the last thing she did for her master. She didn't understand that the situation in the world could not be changed by the disappearance of her meager body. Can Jian said: "You are still young." She rode her horse in the vast desert, and the wild wind whistled through. She was confused in her heart, but she was still stubborn and stubborn, like an untamed eagle. She, who is so brave and brilliant in love, should not be humble. There is a poem, if it seems that the moon is bright at the end, and the ice and snow are hot.
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