Is it coming again? How many times has this been?

He just looked at her and smiled, he was not afraid,

Every time, at the moment when the icy sword attacked,

He knew he couldn't avoid it,

Whether it's the throat, or the heart, or which fatal part,

He knew that the strike of the bard, in the moment of indifference, would be like a dead man,

At the moment of that attack, it was like a dead heart,

Like a ruthless attack of a cold and heartless person,

Every time, every sword, at the moment when he thought he would die under her sword,

But it was surprisingly found......

The cold sword cut through his wounds, flesh and blood blurred, but not fatal

, and the blood flowed out, her blood flowed out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He knew that she would try to control herself, and that she would hurt herself and not kill him.

And this time, he was so convinced that she wouldn't kill him,

She couldn't kill him, at most, just left her seriously injured,

However, no matter how badly injured, she could not give up.

He couldn't easily give up the opportunity to get close to her,

He was looking forward to the day when she didn't want him to disappear,

She longed from the bottom of her heart for him to stay by her side,

She won't attack him, she won't reject him that day,

He waited, he waited patiently, he believed, he believed,

She's going to come out slowly, she's coming out slowly,

will slowly come out of the shadows of the void, he believes,

He clenched his wound that had not yet healed, and smiled,

As if looking at the panicked and nervous eyes of the spirit in complete conviction, he smiled peacefully,

As if to comfort her, he chuckled softly, "Yin Ling, will you?" ”

Big fool, big fool, Wei Wuxian is a big fool!

Super big fool!

She will never forget the girl who cried loudly into his chest,

The girl who cried loudly into his chest, who was that girl?

Who exactly? Who is she? And what about her?

Does she care about that? Does she care?

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the cold wind is bleak,

The meaninglessness of death, the dead are the dead corpses, the dead corpses that are useless,

But how much is the difference between a living corpse and a dead corpse?

Dead bodies are always a tool for others to use.

- And you, He Yinling, will always be someone else's tool.

I can't forget, I'll never forget,

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the strange figure under the dark blue cloth robe,

With the strange and untraceable figure, in the whirling and impossible to find,

In the cold current she stepped into, in that cold current,

She was completely lost in herself.

"Shameless, you will pay for what you have done."

The cold, merciless, and terrible threat really came from the mouth of this seemingly weak woman,

She bowed her head completely, ruthlessly and unintentionally,

As if the heart is dead, "you will pay a terrible price, even, ......"

"Whew......" The dark blue icy sword came out of the sheath,

Straight to him,

In the frightened eyes magnified in the midst of fear, there was a blue,

The pure blue like the blue sky, is so pure blue,

But it was a piercing and piercing pain.