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The clouds are cloudy, the fog is dry and the autumn smoke is scattered.

The bleak sun, the silence all night, the harmony and kindness......

The man melted himself into this kind of loneliness, and did not look back, but said in a hoarse voice: "This king said, don't come to disturb me......"

The mutilation of this body, the lament of this body.

The decline of heroes is ruthless in the world.

Alas, alas.

Ji Shuyun raised his eyebrows, jumped out of this atmosphere, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "The city lord doesn't want to come, but the city lord wants to know if he has chosen the wrong person to cooperate." ”

Her voice, clear and cold, like a gust of wind, blowing from the other side of the wilderness, with coldness, with domineering, with strength, dispelled the gloom around him.

The body stiffened involuntarily, after all, this is the voice that has been carved into the soul, how can he forget, how can he forget?

Taking a deep breath, Murong Qian looked back with some expectation, some hope, and some apprehension, and sure enough, he saw the woman standing on the other side of the pavilion at a glance.

Dressed in red, with a pair of starry eyes, and a light smile......

It's just that the red dress is no longer dressed for him, the starry eyes are no longer bright for him, and the light smile is not raised for him......

Everything has changed, this woman who should have belonged to him belongs to someone else.

This position, which should have belonged to him, also belonged to someone else.

Although I already knew this answer in my heart, it was a pity that when I looked at it directly, I still felt indescribable sadness and tingling in my heart.

This cool vein, this pain is thick.

However, he will feel cold, he will feel pain, and this is also proof that he is still alive.

It's better than when she left, when he lived like the walking dead......

Yes, just look at her, it's fine.

Even if you can't touch it, even if you can't have it, but she's still there, that's good......

Standing up a little unsteadily, Murong Qian smiled in the direction of Ji Shuyun and said, "It's been a long time, City Lord Ji." ”

This time, it was no longer Yun'er, but the City Lord Ji, which was beyond the expectations of Ji Shuyun and Jun Wuji.

Obviously, the sadness in his eyes was about to pour out.

But if he doesn't say it, why should they ask?

As soon as his eyebrows raised, Ji Shuyun's eyes bloomed with a sharp light, and Zhan Zhan was compelling: "How sure are you about this time?" ”

Murong Qian smiled slightly: "Ten ten." ”

Yes, you are sure!

Because this time, he has to win!

If he doesn't win, how can he protect her?

This is the last thing he can do for her, even if it is to kill his brother and father, he will not hesitate to do it.

That kind of person is not a father, that kind of person, and not a brother.

All he needs is the love of the Guardian himself!

Sure?!

Ji Shuyun squinted his eyes, and always felt that Murong Qian in front of him at this moment was a little different.

However, he couldn't say exactly what was different.

Ji Shuyun glanced at the man beside her, and saw that she nodded to herself, so she asked, "Okay, do you want to tell me the specific plan?" ”

Murong Qian smiled: "No need, I'll solve it myself." ”

The more she knows now, the more dangerous it becomes, and let him fight all the darkness and ugliness.

This time, in exchange for his desperate guard, how about you?

Yun'er ......

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