The spirit of the congratulatory letter to the 13th National Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students was ******* to study the spirit of the 13th Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students

The spirit of the congratulatory letter to the 13th National Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students was ******* to study the spirit of the 13th Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students

The spirit of the congratulatory letter to the 13th National Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students was ******* to study the spirit of the 13th Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students

*

The wind rises, and the clouds surge.

Deep, as deep as the bottom of the sea, a flash of light appeared.

She was snow-white and ethereal, cloud-like mist, suddenly looked back, and calmly landed in the world.

The other party is thin and slender, and the contours of the side face are delicate and beautiful.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were low, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at the clean and cold fairy with a light tiptoe, and his black hair rose slightly, slowly falling in front of him.

The color of the pupils is pure, clear and clear, reflecting the deep and quiet sky, and him.

"Can't speak?"

Praying for the moon to speak, the voice is also like myself, cold and quiet, like the fine snow condensed in the jungle and mountains.

She sighed, as if by grace, her eyes widened, her fingers slender and tender, and the cold mist lingered around her.

"Time has changed."

Just when Qiyue raised her hand, wanting to hold the other party's fingertips. The young man in ink was calm, his eyes were slightly constricted, and his slender figure retreated, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"My name is Shi Qian."

The indifferent voice entered his ears, and the eyes of the moon were faintly stunned.

Then he withdrew his hand without a trace, nodded as if nothing had happened.

"Pray for the moon."

*

She was born in the clouds, standing in the sky, cold and clean, with the world at the bottom of her eyes.

He was born in the world, standing in chaos, dull and obscure, and his eyes were full of anger.

She is the god of the clouds.

He was a mortal monster.

A wretched, poor, monster that everybody wants to get rid of.

It is rumored that he is heinous, killing, setting fires, waving his hands to turn over the clouds and rain, cloudy and sunny, and in a snap of his fingers, a life is wiped out.

The birds in the forest are singing, the night rain is dripping at the beginning of the day, the window is blowing in the grate, praying for the moon is sitting in the courtyard, the fingers are caressing the piano, the bamboo leaves are falling, the young man's ink hair is tied up, the eyebrows and eyes are like a crescent moon, and the bottom of the eyes is full of stars.

He hooked his lips and smiled viciously, he was clearly the big demon king rumored by the outside world, but he liked to squint at her with his cheeks, his teeth were snow-white, the dimples on his cheeks were lightly sunken, he tilted his head slightly, and his voice was low and soft.

Unexpectedly, it looks a little soft and cute.

"Hey, sister, I'm here, won't you pour me a glass of wine?"

"I have wine, but I can't give it."

"You immortals are so stingy?"

"You're still young."

"Where am I small? Sister, I'm 500 years old. “

"Drink tea and meditate."

"So..."

"There's no way to drink."

The young man rubbed over, grabbed the other party's snow-white and clean sleeves, raised his eyes, and blinked innocently and innocently.

"Sister, I swear, one bite, just a small bite... You're a god, you're the best..."

Yan Ying slanted, holding the cup and drinking from afar, the dark pupils were half-squinted, and the snow-white small fangs on the lips were slightly exposed, and in less than half of the altar, the young man already showed signs of drunkenness, he ran over vaguely, and hugged the waist of the fairy from behind.

"They're going to kill me, and they all think I'm bad. But sister, I didn't do anything, I didn't kill a life, my hands were clean. “

The voice was almost murmuring, and there was some aggrieved accusation.

"Only you believe me."

"So you're the best fairy."

The young man's breath was hot, and he was a simple and innocent little appearance, praying for the moon, and the little light that was originally condensed on his fingertips suddenly disappeared.

She tilted her eyes slightly and looked at him.

The bottom of my heart suddenly softened for a moment.

"If he is obedient and well-behaved, you will kill him, leaving a wisp of soul behind him to be an ordinary good boy in the next life.

"If he is violent and sees life like a mustard, you will crush him to ashes.

"Eternal life and eternity, let him never recover."

*

One is dressed in white, and one side is soft.

The placket of the cold fairy was half faded, the white shoulders were thin, and he groaned in a low voice.

The jet-black hair was messy behind him, the tails of his eyes were red, and his slender legs wrapped around the other's smooth and beautiful waistline.

The slender figure of the young man was covered with ten fingers.

Lips and teeth are close to each other, breathing is unsteady and slightly hot.

"Sister."

The hot breath was sprayed, the chest of the fairy rose and fell slightly, the eyes were blank and half-narrowed, and on the delicate white collarbone, there were young man's light reddish tooth marks.

“…… Well? “

Shi Qian leaned over, and the snow-white fangs gently bit the tips of the other party's small crimson ears.

The voice is low and he smiles lightly.

"It's too tight to get in."

"Time has changed, ...... fooling around!"

The smooth and beautiful shoulder line, the tooth marks were slightly red, the young man looked down at her, panting, and Qi Yue's legs wrapped around his waist, which was undoubtedly a life-threatening agent.

…… It's dead.

The young man's strength was gently bumped, his white and delicate chin was slightly raised, and his reddened pupils were slightly narrowed.

He leaned over in distress, and the delicate kiss fell on the mole at the end of the cold fairy's eyes.

"Sister," he coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "it won't hurt if I move." “

Clouds and mist blow through the verdant mountains.

*

Then the picture turned, and the fairy was holding the sword with her slender fingertips, her snow-white clothes were dyed red, her eyebrows were indifferent, and she protected him behind her without saying a word.

This time, she stood on the opposite side of the world.

"Pray for the moon, you are guilty."

"God is not guilty!"

The bright red dripping of the fingertips dipped into the small clean puddle, and thousands of ripples rose lightly in the heart.

She paused word by word, and she made a loud sound.

"This god just doesn't allow you to treat his life as a mustard, what is the sin!?"

"You say he has blood on his hands and does all kinds of evil, but where does he get along with these words!?"

"If you are afraid of him, put on him some trumped-up charges, kill him, and try to satisfy your pathetic compassion!"

"And you!"

The sword of praying for the moon flashed, and the sharp edge pointed at the world.

"You are accustomed to hearing that the wind is rain, and you dare to take out unfounded things and talk nonsense everywhere, spreading ten or ten to hundreds, and when you listen to other people's words, you think it is true, ruining people's reputations and harming people's lives!"

"I was born in the clouds, I stood in the world, I live up to the world, but you tried to take my life!"

The clouds were deep and pale from the churn, and the eyes of the moon became deeper and darker, and the face was still cold and indifferent, but the mole at the end of the eye suddenly added a lot of evil meaning.

"Pray for the moon, don't ......"

"Time has changed."

She looked sideways, opened her lips, and whispered.

"I'm here."

The moment of sinking is eternal, the world is clear, and there is no more hustle and bustle.

The spirit of the congratulatory letter to the 13th National Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students was ******* to study the spirit of the 13th Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students