The more obedient and obedient he became, the more the shrine maiden felt that he was not like Garan, but she couldn't train him to be Garan, even on the outside

The shrine maiden's thoughts are getting more and more crazy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What you get is annihilation, and what you can't get is always the illusion and illusion in your heart, and countless midnight dreams, all dream of Garan lying beside her, talking and laughing with herself, just like that wonderful night back then.

The only thing that could warm the shrine maiden was that night, and that time, she experienced how gentle Garan was, and it was precisely because of that night that she wanted to get him completely, even if it turned the world upside down.

However, thousands of years later, when she really reached the top of ten thousand immortals and the emperor, she still did not exchange a greeting from Jialan. What you can't get is destined to never be what you can't get.

The more the restless heart wants to get it, even if it gives it all, the witch's heart circulates like this.

In the cycle, there is nothing but this one

Now, when I see a shadow that is most like Garan, how can my heart not surge, how can I not turn a hundred times, how can I be as calm as water

Fortunately, there are no outsiders.

"You're really like him, you're really like," the shrine maiden finally stood firm on the table and chair. He began to look directly at the shrine man, and even slowly walked to the front, wanting to touch the witch man's cheek, how similar he was to Garan, as if Garan had returned to his side, giving her a smile, giving her companionship, and giving her a lot of love

Unexpectedly, the witch man dodged away: "It seems that you like my face very much, and now you regret not killing me in the first place, and it evokes your sad and unstoppable memories." ”

The shrine maiden withdrew her arm and sneered, hehe.

"Did you come to me late at night just to show me that you have a face?" asked the shrine maiden. She was already calm, and the witch was not Garan, and she couldn't replace it, even if they were twelve points similar.

"Yes, High Priestess, I think it's something to brag about, and if it reminds you of anything, it's not my fault." The witch said slowly.

"I don't think of anything," the shrine maiden said coldly.

"Your tears just now speak for themselves, and it's rare to see the High Priest shed tears. Does the high priest also have a heart, I always thought that the heart of the high priest was stone, is it now replaced with meat" The witch also sneered, weak, he saw the weakness of the witch, that is, Garan.

"If you just come here to taunt me, then you did it, if you want to hit me, then you will never be able to do it, no one in this world can knock me down, my heart is not flesh, not stone, it is iron, it is iron that no one can break, so you don't have to take pains." The shrine maiden said.

"Hehe, good-looking, it seems that I have to relay these words to Garan, and by the way, Garan helped, so I have this face." Wunan said.

"Ga, Galan" The witch's heart trembled even more, this time completely trembling.

Hearing her son say this name herself, the witch suddenly had mixed feelings, and their father and son finally discovered each other, whether it was a bad fate or a love affair

What did Nagaran think, did he fill this face for him, did it mean that he pitied him and connected himself with the past

The shrine maiden's heart burned with fire, and the hope of being reborn countless times was extinguished.

Even a spark will form a prairie fire in the shrine maiden's heart, as long as it's about Garan and about love.

"He, is he okay?" the shrine maiden couldn't help but ask.

The witch smiled but said nothing.

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