Last month, when the stars were
sparse, madder had a murderous intention in the distance.
The white blade is flying, the fragrance is red, and the soul is scattered, and the lingering sound is faint like a dream.
If the master shot is astonishing, his heart is too weak and even more sword-hearted.
For several years, he has been practicing diligently in the mountains, and he has mastered the skills of fifteen teachers.
With the ambition to save the country, he acts as a lowly assassin.
Whoever said that the sharp edge is ruthless, how can he know the heart of a hesitant swordsman.
In the dark night, the moon and the drizzle, the flying blade splashed blood in front of the secluded alley, and the
cold fragrance floated quietly, and the words woke the dreamer.
He hesitated to touch the sword in his hand again, and his whisper was heart-stringing.
The flash in front of her ceased, and Baimei closed her petals and dropped her shoulders lightly.
Tianming Diwu shared the same words, since the cloud duckweed followed the waves.
Where does the stray kitten want to go? Xiaodi temporarily lived under the eaves.
Before drawing the sword, God made an oath, but he saw that he was sleeping and sitting by the window.
Quietly stood for a long time, holding a shawl to keep out the wind and cold.
Suddenly, the swordsman was startled, and the white light came out of the sheath and the neck was cold.
Deng Xia meditated with the sword in his hand, and held it in the scabbard blankly.
Whispered slowly and slowly, only a few words pointed to Qiu Xin.
The wine is shining brightly in the sky, and there are faint waves in the heart...
The battle of Ikeda has changed, and the wind is full of the capital.
Avoid misfortune and live in seclusion on the side of the night, hiding under the names of husband and wife.
The sword of
flying under the sky is sheathed, and the wanderer unties the sword and returns to the pastoral garden.
In the wind and rain, Baimei is fragrant, and the troubled times are dependent on each other.
Clear mercury waves reflected in the mirror.
The mountain breeze and the moon shadow pass in front of the gate, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are scattered.
Leng Yue is silent and still like water, and the dark eyes of the cold night dissolve sorrow.
How to solve the revenge of murder? How does the inner pain end?
The love-hate relationship is endless, and the love is in the pen.
From autumn to winter, it is cold and windy, and it is difficult to keep secrets in mind.
The wind and snow overlapped and reached out, with a word of affectionate egret flying.
Hua Kaiyuanjun protects the intention of flowers, and is willing to be with you forever.
Tianming walked away silently without a word, and after waking up, she went to the stunning beauty.
Hearing his beloved wife's words of revenge suddenly, the knife marks ooze blood and resentment.
Regretting the day of murder in those days is the time of retribution.
Staggering in the wind and snow, open to dark to assassinate the way.
I am not afraid of all kinds of difficulties and dangers, but I will die for a benevolent face.
In the decisive battle, he rose up without hesitation, and the long knife fell into the bone.
Seeing that Yiren took the sword to protect him, he accidentally devoured the soul with the wrong hand.
With a knife, the ex-husband's grievances are slashed, and the cross scars bury the grievances.
From then on, the swordsman disappeared from the world, followed by a towel for thousands of miles.
Ou Lai Wan Yu arrives behind, and the shadows of love wrap around their shoulders forever.
Conclusion: Hearing his things, feeling his words and deeds, he is right, and a thought of love and hate is like a thin ear.
The drizzle melts into the chaotic world one after another, joys and sorrows are far from love...
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