expressionless face, a very fast sword, and a place of sadness. Smell the fragrance to know people, this faint plum fragrance,
but I know another person.
He opened his mouth and spit out the word "sword", which was the spirit of Ling Lie, sharp and cold. Close your mouth and think of the word "heart", but it is indifferent melancholy, gentle and lonely. The life that used to be just a killer had blood and swords,
the enthusiasm hidden behind indifference, and the tenderness hidden behind cold blood. People remembered his sword, but forgotten his heart. A piece of paper
"Tian Zhu" fell, drew his sword, beheaded, and sheathed, so someone fell down with unwillingness on his face and sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but for the sake of a new era in which everyone is happy, please die."
At that time, he was still a teenager. Even with frost on his face, he was still a child. Happiness for all,
what exactly is happiness? But very vague. Until the rainy winter night, the woman with an umbrella appeared, dressed in a white
kimono and sprinkled with the fragrance of white plums. Red blood splattered on her clothes, she said, "You, you can really summon blood and blood."
She had a knife and a diary, which she carried with her, even if she followed him into the mountains. The two of them quietly
grow vegetables, sell medicines, and have a drink on a snowy day. The continual indifference made the young man see the outline of happiness. On that day, it
was also snowing heavily, and he stretched out his hand to Ba who was following behind: I will protect you.
The cliché, and then the cliché. Happiness will not last forever, only scars will make people unforgettable. I thought I
could leave the past behind and get happiness, but when I woke up, I only saw that the beautiful woman had gone. In the vast world, all eyes are dazzling
white, in the snow, swords rise and fall, blood splashes everywhere. The five senses gradually disappeared, and the eyes were full of a figure in white, and the heart was full
of a promise of happiness.
With all his strength, he could hear the sound of tearing, his face was hot, and something was flowing. A familiar aroma
hit the nostrils, and then, someone fell into his arms.
Ba smiled palely, took out the knife, and slowly scratched another scar on his face
. So, let's clear it up. This seemingly indifferent young man is actually kinder than anyone else and doesn't hate him anymore, because she
still . So, Kiyosato, let me heal your resentment.
Ba's body gradually cooled down, and his face still had that elegant smile like a white plum. The boy hugged her and left quietly in this icy world.
Draw the sword, behead, scabbard. As fast and ruthless as always, it was the same boy, but he had a cross wound on his face.
He left behind a legend of drawing a sword, replaced it with a reverse-edged sword, and then wandered for ten years.
Taking a step and turning back, it was the figure of the woman in white with a smile on her face.
Thank you, and sorry.
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