The wind is rustling, cool, and the blowing on the body is even more bitterly cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out that it was already winter.

Coming out of the police station, Yexi raised his eyes and looked at the sky, if it weren't for this accident, according to his plan, he would be able to marry Nanxing before the New Year......

Black Sacrifice ...... Impermanence......

And the demonic man.

Two gangster forces.

Nanxing, Nanxing, how many secrets do you have?

I used to think I knew you well, but I didn't know you at all......

I really don't know anything about you......

Tell me, O wind, where shall I go to find her, to find my only love—

The man on the second floor looked at Yexi, who was not moving like a loose in the cold wind, and his fingers on the railing gradually tightened. Is that person really so worthy of your attention?

How did that person get your heart? And what has she done for you?

Who said that companionship is the most affectionate confession. But it turned out to be just a joke.

The shadow below was getting farther and farther away, and he watched Yexi's hand blow through the whistling wind, obviously nothing, but he seemed to have received something important.

The figure below gradually became a dot, and gradually disappeared from his vision completely......

The wind comes and goes, autumn and winter solstice.

Ye Xi asked Ye Xiao to hand over the "Angel" that he had hidden, and the shock of that second was still the same as the first time I saw this painting before, because the painting was like him......

Are you an angel or a demon?

Yexi asked herself.

He always thought that he was tempted early, liked early, and hurt early, but looking at this painting, it turned out that it was not ......

Nanxing, Nanxing, why don't you say anything?

No, you said it, but I just used him as a joke after joke......

Why do you hide your true heart so deeply?

His father told him that Nanxing's mother chose to leave in order to protect him, and she chose to die in order to protect her daughter Nanxing. Nanxing's personality is a bit like her mother, and Yexi was stunned when she heard this.

He couldn't have imagined that there would be such a show, Yeming said, when he was strong enough, that woman was never by his side forever. He hoped that his son would not follow in his footsteps......

On that day, Nanxing went out under Yeming's nose, who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

The dead can never come back to life, but there is hope for the living!

Yexi was silent for a long, long time, and shut up in his room all day looking at the painting, as if he wanted to see himself from the painting.

On that day, the howling cold wind rushed in through the window, and when did he forget to close the window?

He was never so careless.

When I got up and went to the window, I found that the ground was white and snowing. A large flake of goose feathers fell down.

White, crystalline, flawless......

Like what that person says about himself.

The color of an angel is pure, but ah, I'm darker than you think.

If you are sinful, then I am willing to fall with you and fall into that quagmire.

It's snowing in my city, what about yours?

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The man was covered in blood, and kept running, but it was already the end of the mountain, and there was no road ahead, so he finally collapsed and knelt down and begged for mercy, but the killer behind him only showed his double blades, flashing with a sparkling cold light.

He covered his eyes in despair, with tears, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have betrayed the organization, but I have no other way but to ask you to let me die happily and not implicate my family!" ”

"Family ......" The killer's eyes finally showed a hint of emotion, and the blade in his hand flashed with light, piercing straight into the man's heart, "Don't worry, they won't know anything." ”

The man was already kneeling on the ground, a large amount of blood gushing out as the blade was drawn, and he said sincerely with his last breath, "Thank you, Desert Flower!" ”

didn't let him suffer from a thousand cuts, didn't involve his family, and finally gave him a good time!

Although it was this woman who cornered herself......

But compared to the fate of other traitors, this fate has been much better......

The blood stained the falling snow, and from a distance, it looked like a rare red snow.

Intense, poignant, proud red snow......

"Who am I?" She asked.

"You don't have a name, the people here don't have a name, this is a broken army,