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After Xiao Zhou sang the song "Missing Like the Sea", she listened attentively, and there was no movement around, she looked up and looked around again, and found that the painting god Yizhimei and Yuexi were still immersed in the song just now, and they didn't come back to their senses......

Xiao Zhou was bored for a while, and at this moment, a gust of mountain wind blew.

The gust of wind was very small, and it was wrapped in a small thing like a transparent, grassy coral.

Seeing that transparent little thing, Xiao Zhou couldn't help but feel a burst of surprise, and quickly stepped on his feet and floated over.

The small transparent thing was like a fetish recognizing its master, and it slowly drifted towards Xiao Zhouhou's chest.

Xiao Zhouhou, who was drifting at high altitude, stayed where she was at first, and then she suddenly stretched out her little hand as white as green snow and placed it in the air so reservedly.

"Smack!" After a soft sound, the delicate body of the very charming little Zhou Hou shook back slightly, and then stood extremely steadily.

Carefully put your hands together, then flip your left hand down and your right hand up. A pair of small hands are carved in the air like a spiritual energy canister.

After this little week, he tiptoed off the platform: he pulled two moonlight sticks with his hand, knotted them with his very flexible jade fingers, and then simply sat on them and swung the moonlight swing......

I saw Xiao Zhouhou, her clear and affectionate eyes were more charming and dazzling against the backdrop of the moonlight......

This little princess who loves to sing, as soon as her body is shaken by the moonlight swing, she can't help but hum a song. This time, as she was sure that no one here would hear her, she sang it quite freely:

You have to love, or the heart won't live......

It has to be with you - it's really far, far away, it's not related to each other......

You have to hold your heart or you'll be gone......

You have to run forward, and you have to run as fast as you go, and you have to run faster --- ----!

You must draw your heart as a temple and make offerings to you as a Buddha----

It is necessary to drive the sea, just like a small motor generating electricity......

You have to wait for the little fish soul to drift away from the night sky, like a belt

Tie your tiger's back to the waist and tie a hero's gall......

You have to fly, you have to run, you have to let the tears stop - love and hate are forced to fall......

I must look up at you, look at the snowy mountains---- and figure out how far you and I are......

Three green pines must be planted: one watered with love, one watered with love, and one with a boiling soul and a blazing flame

You have to be told that the heart is dead – but it is alive

I have to tell you that it hurts only for you---- if it doesn't hurt, you're a bad guy......

The sound of your soul shattering must be heard, and I am also shattered......

We must leave the ancients, the yesterdays, the night-to-night conquests

I will see you through the autumn water......

The gaze must be carefully arranged: this one looks at this life, the other looks at the past, and the other looks at tomorrow......

Rows of snow-capped mountains where the rain falls and the grass grows and warblers fly......

It must be a cold kiss, as bright as goodbye...... Must love, must love----

Blood must be shed, drop by drop, drop by drop in the world of books----

It is necessary to live again and again, and fight again and again:

You must love what you give: love and destruction!

You must feel the soul come out of your arms ---- tell you to die but die without turning a blind eye......

You must wait until you know how to stop---- look at me, and then I close my eyes......

Then I lean on you with my heart: I can't leave ---- like an angel's body falling into a crystal coffin......

You must gaze, gaze with extreme eyes: do you stand in spring or winter......

I have to tell you: every time I can't touch the deep pain, I hit my true love......

I have to tell you: true love never dies---- just like Huang Jiaju falling off the stage......

The whole person must be broken in distress---- like a fish shedding its scales......

You must be brought back to life: as you once did, you must go forward without hesitation......

Hearts are only towards the rough shores......

I have to meet you again: to look at you secretly, to look at you again......

I have to see you a thousand times and not get tired of it......

I must love your tenderness for thousands of miles, and love your cruelty for billions of years......

It must be: keep singing, let these distant tears flow

Enter your heart's content.

You have to write a love letter that you haven't read, so that you know that the blood is like a note, and it is very colorful!

Must cry: Stand outside your arms and cry, and when you cry, pull at your clothes for the night......

It must touch your compassion ---- make you feel weak and weak when you strike again......

I have to tell you: to reach you bravely and ignore you ---- is what I want to miss the most......

I have to make you cry---- my heart softens when I hear your cry......

I will fall in love with the misty and ethereal rain and snow of the extreme realm......

Must sing a thousand-word love song: tell you,

Your heart is too hard, my hands are too soft......

I have to tell you: how many leopard galls did you eat in order ---- break a heart?!

"Must Love" -

Xiao Zhouhou stood upright in the moonlight, his soft eyes like a generation of extremely deep cultivators......

Yuexi looked at her, and was speechless for a long time because she was surprised by Xiao Zhouhou's beauty...... And the painting god Yizhimei also suddenly moved the frame and turned around, looking at Xiao Zhouhou who was swinging, and quickly waved his pen to ---- less than two minutes of effort, the famous painting titled "Moonlight Swing" jumped on the paper---- as beautiful as a god painting......

Xiao Zhouhou sat on the moonlight rope, swinging her moonlight swing with a smile on her face---- it was obvious that she was so involved in singing and singing---- she didn't even notice the person who was painting for her with her soul...... After singing, Xiao Zhouhou smiled mysteriously: It's just that laughter, which makes people almost cry......

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(To be continued.) )