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Seeing the endless rushing sea, frozen from afar: Xue Xiaoying's movements were fast, a flying ---- quickly stretched out her right hand, and took back the transparent little fish soul; then she flew under the sea, and when she saw Xue'er still sinking at the bottom of the sea, in a sad daze, she flew out of the sea, and another "volley into the sea", dived into the depths ----of the sea, and lifted Xue'er like a bird......

Everything shuttled too fast, and when Xue Xiaoying touched Xue'er, Luoshen's graveyard was gone, and she carried this heartbroken and painful little girl, and jumped onto the sea with an arrow step......

Xue Xiaoying's little feet froze: the whole sea quickly froze, as solid as the mainland land......

Xue Xiaoying ran in circles on the surface of the ice sea: one, two, three times---- her figure shuttled on the ice sea like a sea fish, oh, 20 laps......

Xue Xiaoying continued to circle those apertures: one layer faster than the other...... 50 laps, 50 laps, Xue Xiaoying, this sacred little girl, she ran non-stop, like an athlete who was leaning and skating in the sea of ice---- her figure was small, but because the speed was too fast, the dizzy posture of the weeping willows that had fascinated the coast one after another: I saw those weeping willows shedding their green leaves one after another, allowing the branches and roots to spin in the air......

80 laps, 80 laps: Xue Xiaoying is still like a clockwork that cannot be broken by time, chased by her old posture---- Xue Xiaoying is still holding Xue'er, carrying the fish soul, and still flying in the night sky endlessly......

It's been 100 laps, rubbing the ice, Xue Xiaoying still hasn't stopped, she still circles around the starting point, circling endlessly on the sea......

After 120 laps---- Xue Xiaoying suddenly hovered over the sea of ice like a seagull circling around his heart......

After 150 laps, Xue Xiaoying's body flew higher and higher, and her figure was like a silver collar, glowing with a mysterious shimmer, spitting fire like a whirlwind that spread to the heavens and the earth......

The night breeze became deeper and deeper, and the branches and roots of the weeping willows, like brooms scattered from their capes, hung in the night sky......

180 laps, 180 laps, Xue Xiaoying, she is about to trigger the cloud...... The slanting drizzle kept falling, Xue Xiaoying still didn't stop whirling, continue, continue---- if this whirlwind is buried in a white jade soul, the deepest secret of true love, you must continue to listen, listen to the running in the wilderness, the mysterious sea, the speeding night wind, the flying immortal art and the phantom of infatuation......

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