I really like you, like snow passing through three rounds, the world is clear and clear.

I really like you, like an old excerpt in the old city, soft-spoken.

I really like you, like the smoke curling for a while, the snow and the rain falling.

I really like you, like the night rain in Bashan, which rises thousands of centimeters, and I don't know how to stop.

I really like you, obsessed with drinking to quench your thirst, and there is no cure for medicine.

I really like you, the willow moves the cicada and the sunset tide, and I can't help myself.

I really like you, like spring grass burning green ridges, no doubt.

I really like you, like a snowstorm, looking forward to a gorgeous encounter.

I really like you, like the ending of a fairy tale, I hope everyone is happy.

I really like you, like a cloud of smoke and a shower, gentle and violent all for you.

I really like you, like starlight falling into my eyes, a glance for ten thousand years.

I really like you, like a rose blooming in the middle of summer, throbbing.

I really like you, like light that pierces through the universe for thousands of miles, without stopping.

I really like you, like the stars running through the night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining.

I really like you, like a babbling child, who doesn't make sense.

I really like you, like a red turn into spring mud, until death.

But we can't be together after all, like a fog that stretches for thousands of miles, I don't know where to go.

But we can't be together after all, looking back on the past, I'm afraid it's a big dream together.

But we can't be together after all, like a lonely pear flower, chasing the wind.

But we can't be together after all, like a travelogue full of mountains and seas, which has never been given to you.

But we can't be together after all, like flowers on the other side of the Lechuan River, obsessed, and empty.

But we can't be together after all, like the wind and snow in February, waiting to be gone.

But we can't be together after all, like moths to a fire, lonely and sad.

But we can't be together after all, like the wind in July and the rain in August, there is no intersection.

But we can't be together after all, like mulberry moving to the sea and planting oranges in the north, which is out of place.

But we can't be together after all, like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and we can't measure ourselves.

But we can't be together after all, like sand straying into our eyes, tears like rain.

But we can't be together after all, like the love poem I sent you yesterday, not spiritual.

But we can't be together after all, like laurel leaves falling in the wind, crushed into mud.

But we can't be together after all, like bumpy ninja stumbling over the torrential rain and entering the ditch a little.

But we can't be together after all, unlike in fairy tales, where princes and princesses are together.

But we can't be together after all, like the overlord saying goodbye to Yu Ji, we have to be in love.

But we can't be together after all, like a meteor falling to the earth, until we die.

But we can't be together after all, it's like waking up from a very warm dream, leaving only a sigh.

But we can't be together after all, like a hairpin phoenix putting down the last stroke, lovesickness.

But we can't be together after all, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half deaf and half dumb and lose our voice.

But we can't be together after all, like autumn leaves and withered vines decaying in our hometown, and there will be no time in the future.

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The liberation of Helka marks the official end of everything.

Xue Meng left quietly, and Glaio's heart was empty for a long time.

If a fruitless affection is a dream, then it's time to wake up, little angel.

……

Xue Meng's spiritual power is too weak, and she can only make the demon chain invalid for 24 hours.

So he left quietly not long after.

He made another 300-year vow with Blake.

He hugged Blake tightly before the demonic chains could restrain him again—no pain, only warmth.

Jaechen said that he really wanted to hold Blake all the time and never let go again. But that's just a joke.

Accepted the commendation of the Sail and the admiration of the cosmic elves, as well as the encouragement and praise of the Divine Beast Gangster Group.

A vigorous battle is over.

Like a long dream, I have gone through mountains and rivers, experienced life and death parting, and passed by death again and again.

All comrades-in-arms have a deeper understanding of the weight of life, and understand that their lives do not only belong to themselves, but cannot be trampled on and abandoned at will.

……

"Probably, let's separate and go back to their respective homes." Rey scratched his head, "Otherwise, we'll get together every once in a while." ”

"Once a year?" Gaia frowned.

"Hah, that's fine." "Won't it be too long......" "Everyone is a guardian of the planet, and they are very busy."

"Then we'll come in turn," Cassius proposed, "the first year will be in Helka, and then Big, Snake, White, Grace, Amadeus, ......."

"Good idea." Gaia patted him on the head.

"Then it's decided!" Rey was a little excited.

"Dark Alliance, prepare for a cosmic trip, no, experience." Elandi wiped the tip of her nose.

"I think it's the whole universe doing trouble, right?" "The whole universe is in turmoil?" "."

It was the day of separation, looking back on the arduous course of several years, and the comrades-in-arms looked at each other and smiled.

Hurka's sky resounded with a loud battle song.

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Snow Spirit and Demon Spirit are one family

Whoever destroys it, hit it

The quiet snowy night is full of flowers

O heroic undead, come home

……

Such nursery rhymes have lingered in the sky of Grace for a long time.

I don't know when, where, and where the conflict between the two races arose, but it lasted for thousands of years and finally came to an end.

Two races that once flourished, one is now perishing and the other is declining.

The clear eyes of the children reflect the sea of stars, but they do not reflect the dark corners of the hearts of some so-called adults who are blackened by interests, their greed, strife, hypocrisy, untrustworthiness, cruelty, anger, madness, resentment, jealousy, insidiousness, and ambition.

So the world needs heroes.

So in this vast universe, there is the existence of the God of War.

“Why do you look up to them？” “Because they a

e my he

oes，my d

eam of childhood。 ”

"Why do you worship and admire them?" "Because they are my heroes, my childhood dreams."

[End of book.] 】