The cold wind stirred up the momentum of saber rattling.

The girl's slanted bangs are lightly raised.

Her face shone like a star.

Her immaturity is clear.

She is beautiful, I don't know why, it is because of her otherworldly moist temperament, penetrating, to her eyes, no sadness and no joy, finally calm.

There was another feeling of panic.

Her body, because of the arrogant shadow leopard's relentless pursuit, reflects weakness.

She was weak and slender, and the white clothes she was standing in were dark white.

Only the precipitation, the quiet white.

In the cold spring cold, the girl is particularly eye-catching!

Blood flowers, the hem of the girl's clothes have long been lightly gilded.

Bright, dark, jaw heaven is born ruthless.

Aggressive eyes, yielding.

She has what seems to be extremely strong-willed, invulnerable in nature.

It is like a melancholy innocence.

The tattered white clothes were like snow, and the cuffs were stained with cold and heavy blood.

Or is it a freshly baked blood......

Attached, a delicate layer of bruises with black edges!

Loose and loose white clothes, on her body, when the wind blows, it is the sound of "brushing", so that her bare skin, the scars are endless!

On his ankles, there is already a shocking layer of blood!

It was a deep wound that ran through her slender jade wrist.

The wound is overflowing, dripping crimson!

It is a soft jade leg, and her posture is also extremely beautiful, the posture of a phoenix.

Originally, it was a knee-long white robe.

Now it has become the middle of the leg again, and the waist is torn apart!

A delicate layer of goosebumps.

In the still, she was frozen to the bone in an unforgettable loneliness, and she also broke out in the pink place.

In her hands, she walked hurriedly, but she scrambled to hold a poorly made knife......

Her hands are steady.

The blade buzzed and trembled because of his movements.

There was a strong feeling of dying, so much so that her sad feeling, in her self-sigh, was vividly stretched.

The extravagance exaggerates the majestic discomfort.

In front of you, it is sparsely populated.

Qingcheng, looking back, is far away.

What kind of rescue is impossible now.

What is empty is a piece of paper grinding.

yes, Man and Shadow Leopard? She's just a grass people, what's the possibility!

But every time, Jaw Tian, when she recalls the bloody wind and rain in the past, she will feel that her eyes are clear and clear, and her heart is tear-stained clothes.

But it's so enthusiastic.

Between breaths, it is one's own feelings.

Because of the face-to-face collision with the cold wind, Jaw Tian seemed to have noticed that her hand began to lose sensation......

Can't exercise, the chill smashes the yellow dragon!

The clumsy little sword that made her ashamed of herself was her creation.

But in the end, it should be something she did perfunctorily.

First, it is clumsy and strangely shaped.

She is weak, and her physical strength has become a dry well, and she can no longer be awakened now.

Can she go back to death......

The slightest dew, dyed by autumn frost, and fate danced wildly.

I stumbled into a shadow leopard by mistake......

In her life, there is no chance to turn the tables around.

She maybe, she can go against the sky.

Yes.

She's an out-and-out scrap of firewood!

She was born short-lived.

This is synonymous with the waste wood in the Demon Territory.

She can only do this.

"Pain? What are you afraid of! What is this! ”

The headache, for a while, is very shallow, very shallow.

Jaw Tian sniffled, sniffed in the air, and watched the smell of gunpowder change.

She staggered and ran, and at the same time, she carefully held her frozen hands to her mouth, as if they were her own heirs, taking small sips and warming their breath.

On and off.

Indeed, everything in front of the girl's eyes has become a jade tree and silver flower.

She knew she was going to give it her all.

However, just now, she stopped and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak up on Shadow Leopard.

Tumbled.

Jaw Tian's face was pale, and her eyes were filled with countless disbelief!

There is a feeling of being unwilling to die.

Indulge?

There is also a slight fear of death, she held the knife and said "die" in her heart, and her almost cold hands have been cut down and grasped a knife.

Struggling, powerless against the sky.

Rack one’s brain without results.

It turned out to be because of her inner demons?

Jaw heaven, miscalculated.

Originally, she wanted to stab the shadow leopard that pounced.

That knife was also going to give Shadow Leopard a pot to eat.

Still flustered.

Jaw Tian, just because of her heart, and her hand trembled slightly, just right, so that her elbows, the surrounding flooded with madness, is also a beating light, and the sun rises and falls.

Snow-colored jade wrist, blood-colored placket.

It's that one, the "pinnacle work" of Jaw Tian.

There is no knife that has been sharpened.

Or, Jaw Heaven, the idea of refining this thing is to turn it into a sword!

Complex textures.

It's her, where the failure lies.

The heat swelled and shrunk and cracked, for a while, her hand shook, and in an instant, the handle of the small knife, the grip of the force was reduced, and the knife, which had already been from her hand, hit her face like a blow, was fierce, and fell to the ground.

It is a mud-like luster.

Ground? Her burial, the knife on the floor lamp in an instant, she has been crushed.

It fell, but there was no splash.

She was like a knife, and she fell silent, with a few small bubbles in her "goo-goo-

However, this is also a sad urge.

Her only weapon was also lost because of her hesitation, and she lost the opportunity to counterattack and disappeared.

Therefore, the girl's voice trembled again.

No one knows.

Directly printed on her white clothes, now, it is also bright and bright, and there is more fiery heat.

It was another "snap", mixed with her feeble struggles and moans.

Somehow, suddenly, a burst of pain came down the heart and nerve center.

Lost in general.

In front of her eyes, in the white mist, a stream of blood light emerged.

Merge with the sky of the same color?

Scare.

The white mist, also for a while, the blood mist splattered, all faded white, and it seemed that he was also afraid of the bloody picture in front of him.

The feeling of slaughter.

Far away, there was a stain of blood, a bright color, spurting out from the moaning girl.

How could she not do it?

That piece is a shattered dream picture.

and drowned in the pale powerlessness of secularization.

Contain, the moan she held back in her heart.

Looking up at the sky, she looked miserable.

Thinking is also a negative thing.

It hurts a lot.

In the bottom of her heart, a fluttering lock of hair was cruelly cut off and floated in front of her eyes, circling, reflecting the light, herself, is going to die, right?

In such a world of the walking dead, survive and breathe.

There is only one word that can support her to live.

That's it—raw!