How can there be no Snow Maiden by the side of the slippery ghost
Anyway, how many guys were tricked by ghosts in the first place
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The tall body, the long flowing black hair, the charming look that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and the elegant figure shown by the blue and white feather coat that loomed at that time all showed his chic and free
"Is this it?" The figure paused, during which a whisper came out, and then dispersed like ink
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"Squeak Squeak"
"Ah, hehe, I really envy you, you can fly freely in the outside world, but I can only stay in this iron cage." There is a yearning for freedom and a deep sadness in the tone
The girl gently stretched out her hand, and when she was about to approach the iron railing, the lightning flashed, and the girl snorted softly, only to see that the back of her hand had been burned
"Oh, I really want to fly to that fascinating sky like you," the laughter expressed deep loneliness and loss
"If you want to fly, just fly." Soft words came
"Na, would you like to join my hundred ghosts, I will save you at this time and take you flying" The words became clearer, revealing this incomparable confidence and convincing charm, as if as long as he agreed, he could do it
Tears slipped from his eyes and condensed into tens of millions of ice tearstones, but now they were only worth the cheerful syllables they played when they fell to the ground
"Well, I do," replied the girl, and with it the wall of the little room in which she had been imprisoned crumbled
The blue-white haori fluttered in the wind, and he extended an invitation to her to step into the world called freedom
"Are you coming?"
The breeze blew the girl's long hair, and the hope for the future was in her eyes
"Well, I'm Shelley, please give me a lot of advice in the future, General General." The girl gave her hand to the boy outside the wall
"Ah, leave it to me," the boy gently pulled the girl into his arms, and disappeared into ink with the wind