1. Do not separate, do not separate, do not leave and do not abandon

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Like water and moon waves flowing on the silver costume. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A little silver light jumped on the long cloak, flying in the long wind of the night.

The night is cool, like the coldness of a posthumous and independent figure, and Leng Yi's face is like a stone sculpture without the slightest emotion.

Perhaps, for thousands of years, I have long been accustomed to this loneliness and indifference.

The night is like a curtain, only the silver light scattered by the silver moon in the vast sky, elongating his figure, imprinted in the mountains and mountains, and the phantom heavy mountains hook out of the picturesque silhouette under the moon shadow, but it also depicts a desolation and loneliness.

For thousands of years, the prosperity of the Three Realms has long faded, and the warmth and coldness of feelings have long been forgotten, maybe the heart has long died in that battle for thousands of years, and there will be no more ripples. There may only be missions and responsibilities on the shoulders, and the missions and responsibilities that have to be maintained, there is no should or should not be, just because it is the mission.

"Lord, I still can't find any clues!"

A beautiful figure bowed slightly in front of him.

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The face is not rippling,

While knowing,

If you can't find the reason again,

Things are going to be bad,

But there was still no emotion on his face.

She has long been accustomed to his indifference, bowing in front of him, even if she will not be looked at by him, she will not be valued by him and will be the same for thousands of years.

She still has no regrets, such as the blood of her hometown from the tree, she has a steadfastness and desolation to keep together, when the bloody petals fly down, what she sticks to is: inseparable, inseparable, inseparable.

From the moment he appeared to her, her soul had been drawn to him, though she knew that maybe it was just a painful attachment.

If he can't find her, she will be his eternal slave, grateful for that knowledge, grateful for that rescue, grateful for his kindness to the blood family.

"Let's do the Dharma and uncover this mountain!"

"What?!"

Is this an order from the master? Yes, that cold tone without a hint of mood swings seemed to be just an order to do a small thing that could be achieved with a raise of hands!

Tear up this mountain?!

It's not that it can't be done, but the impact is too great.

"The mountain is an illusion." There was only one explanation, and he had no more words.

And what he didn't know was that this mountain was even more of a cage and an enchantment.

He thought the mountain was just a cover-up.

Thousands of years of arrogance made him make a mistake that was neither big nor small for him. But for someone, it's a life-changing thing.

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The thick and rich fragrance is scattered, and the disciples under his command have been killed, scattered in the air, the fairy clothes are fluttering, and the dancing hands and feet are countless petals falling, mixed with powerful cultivation and mana, the petals fly down and turn into bursts of blood rain sprinkled between the mountains, but they are like strong acid corrosion, the mountains are completely destroyed, and the virtual shell that slowly recedes is actually revealing the corner of a great array? !

Yes, just a small tip.

The faces of the crowd couldn't help but change slightly.

And his face was still unwavering, just a wave of his sleeves, and he flew in front of a huge talisman gate.

This rune gate must be the gate that opens a phantom city or phantom array, densely packed with rune light, showing its solidity and strength.

And there was only a flash of contempt in his eyes that could not be grasped.

This phantom city or phantom array must be huge, and it can be possessed by ordinary forces, but tonight, tonight, he must knock and knock on this door!

Because he had to get it—the geist!

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"Separating" stood quietly by his side, waiting for his next order, and she liked the feeling that he only trusted her when he carried out important tasks.

Although she knew that this move might be an extremely terrifying opponent they were going to face, she did not flinch or fear, because this order was given by him.

He will not let go of this rare clue, otherwise something more terrifying will happen, maybe there is no emotional measurement in his heart, but only the measurement of interests, so his choice may not be wrong!

Whatever the choice is, it's the worst, but it's still important.

His commands, right or wrong, she never went against the grain......

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It's about to be put on the shelves, and the side chapters will be presented to you one after another, and they are all in the public chapter, as a supplement to the main article.

It is inevitable that there will be many shortcomings in the first time of writing, but I believe that Cry Blood has been working hard and will write better and better essays.