Man depends on clothes and horses on saddles. *Say, "With*Dream*", "Small".

Meng Xiaopao was already beautiful and moving, and at this time, with a well-dressed outfit, his temperament immediately leaped several grades.

Duqiaoshou had already been blasted out, and at this time, there were only two people left in the room, Meng Xiaopao and Zi Mei.

The purple charm was red like blood, and her figure was still so enchanting and charming, at this time she sat on the couch, staring at the scene in front of her with a pair of eyes.

The person in front of him is dressed in snow and hair, and his clothes and hair are accompanied by each other, and the bonds are lingering.

The snowsuit has just been changed, and the makeup has not officially begun.

But that's pleasing enough to the eye.

A brocade-like black hair was scattered all over his body, his skin was whiter than jade, and on his small face that contained a glow, a pair of eyes flashed with a pure light that was almost glazed.

This light happened to match her in a starry white snow suit.

She couldn't even tell what the purple charm was made of, the ice silk purple charm had seen it, but the snow-white brocade woven by the ice silk was completely different from the material of Meng Xiaopao's clothes.

Ice silk is extremely white, and the white is enviable.

However, her outfit gave people a different feeling.

It looked white, but when I looked at it again, I found that it was white with a hint of pale blue, so light that it was almost impossible to see.

The fabric feels like a glacier, and the white snow hides a mystical blue, the color of the heart of the glacier and the color of the deep sky.

The sleeves are light and smooth, comparable to waterfall waves, but the collar is snowflake rolling moire, the neckline is low and backward, like a round of crescent moon set next to the shoulders, and the crescent moon neckline is more like a goddess in the moon stepping on the stars and wearing the moon.

The upper part of the shirt is close to the body.

Within the neckline stretched from side to side like a seedling, the waves are very charming.

There is a layer of snow veil on the waves, which is even more provocative.

The waves are deep and intriguing, and the eyes just want to continue to observe.

The slender waist surrounds the peach-shaped belly snow veil, and the layers of snowflakes above the veil vines are faintly visible in the gaps of the snowflakes.

The snowflakes fell all the way down, and they fell into the void one after another, and the void was as white as it was seeing, and the snowflakes fell into the galaxy after entering the void.

The galaxy has changed from blurry to clear, but the snowflakes are gradually lost in this galaxy, the galaxy gradually thickens, and the stars are gradually brilliant.

The brilliance of the galaxy became more and more victorious, from one to several, and the pieces increased until nine.

The nine-song galaxy gradually blends, winding layer by layer, and an indescribable sense of perfect layering is revealed.

Fairy clothes with fairy faces.

A fairy dress wrapped in delicate faces, both beautiful and smart.

She is already very beautiful like this, stepping on the galaxy, wearing the snow moon on her shoulders, and her black hair teasing the void, beautiful and pure, she is not an immortal who is an immortal.

Zi Mei admired her for a long time, and Meng Xiaopao also quietly observed her for a long time.

Needless to say, the answer in your eyes is the most real.

The light cloud sleeves flicked slightly, and Meng Xiaopao got used to it a little before lowering his hands to his side.

The skirt is like a flowing yarn, gently lifting and turning, the steps have changed from the previous big strides to small steps, and the steps are broken because I cherish this set of clothes in my heart.

Slowly walked to the dresser, brushed his clothes and sat carefully, and then opened his mouth to break the quiet space:

"Sister Zimei, please leave the bun to you, I don't like too cumbersome buns, just make a simple one."

Purple Charm got up when she heard this, trying to restrain something in her eyes, restraining the desire to protect that wanted to explode.

Because the dead person always has a strong sense of paranoia and pampering for pure things in his heart.

Walking behind Meng Xiaopao, Zi Mei looked at Meng Xiaopao's little face through the glass mirror on the dresser, a very pure little face.

It is an innocent little face without those greed, hatred, love, and hatred in the world, and it is innocent as if it does not know the suffering of the world.

Put away the yearning for purity in her heart and start combing her black hair in a bun.

Behind him, the purple charm state was invested, but Meng Xiaopao was a little wandering.

In his hand he held the 'Ice Heart' ornament that the Healing Spirit said, a set of jewels that concealed the starlight, and its light would surely surpass the light of a diamond if it was emitted.

Hair accessories are very simple.

A dark light flowing hair clasp, the hair buckle is three fingers wide, and it is inlaid with dazzling star grains, each of which is delicate and shining.

There is a hairpin hole in the middle of the hair buckle, and a white plum and white ice hairpin above the round hole blends perfectly with it.

The style is very simple, but it is very engaging.

In addition, there is a pair of earrings, on which the snow silk hangs, and pieces of ice blue snowflakes are accompanied by each other.

Another hanging forehead ice flower, a snow-dyed white plum ice silk necklace, and finally a pair of ice blue inlaid star bracelets.

Everything is extremely exquisite, obviously white, but the production technique is indeed very top-notch, and the three-dimensional lines are all displayed through the looming ice blue of the ice pith.

At a glance, it is pure white, but a little gaze can be seen in the dark through the blue, and when you look at it again, it becomes the deep blue of the sky, and the color seems to be deepening without squinting, and the dark blue becomes ink blue, and the ink blue becomes pure ink.

Close your eyes and close your eyes, cut off the mysterious color that hooks people's souls, what seems to be white is actually black, the perfect fusion of white and black.

A seemingly impossible perfect fusion, this 'Ice Heart' does it all.

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