An affectionate confession arranged by fate, drawn by fate, and spanning thousands of years of time and space, will ~ how to end? Ling Xiao looked up at the moon and smiled lightly at the people on the side: "Master, tsundere is a disease, it must be cured!" —Yeling Snow

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The breeze is cold, the cold is coming, the four seasons are constantly changing, the coldest season of the year is quietly coming, blowing away the warmth, ushering in the cold wind, and entering the capital~~

The wind blew quietly, blew up the dry strips, stopped the birds, and blew the special mushroom clouds in the southeast~ The distant clouds easily entered the capital along the wind, converging with the sky above the capital...

As the time passed, it became gloomy, the sky was covered in gray, and the air became clammy and cold with the change of time...

In the evening, the sky fell with snowflakes, and the snowflakes fell in all corners of the Xuanyou Kingdom...

"Miss, Miss~" In the palace of a king in the capital, the woman in the green shirt and Luo Yi skirt used her almost lion roar skills, busy moving around, and she couldn't wait to see someone and grabbed and asked, "Have you seen my young lady?" ’

It's just that... In the anxious, I didn't get a satisfactory answer...

In the backyard

"Cold... It's cold. A soft voice came from somewhere, and no one knew it in the courtyard of this large university, and I don't know how long it took, the woman rubbed it like a dream and woke up, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Huh~? Where is this? Looking at the empty land in front of her, Mu Xin felt like she had seen a ghost, and she felt a thousand strange things in her heart, and she didn't dare to believe the reality in front of her: she... Is this a crossing?

"Ah—!! Scam the corpse, hell!! "The maid who ran out of nowhere, when she saw Ling Xiaoxiao, who was obviously supposed to die, resolutely 'lived', she was very frightened in her heart, and then fainted with fright.

Mu Xin: "......" play... The real Nima of the playing, improvisation is really a good idea, it's much better than the original feeling over and over again, and the effect of trying it all the time, um... What's her next line?

It's over, it's absolutely broken, why did she forget the words when everyone found the feeling of recovery? The director shouldn't scold her in the future, right?! What's the word? Why do others have reminders when they act, but when it's her turn, no one reminds them at this time?

Forehead... Either you die!

"Director, director, I forgot the words?" Mu Xin was wet, turned her head to look at the place where there should have been a group of people standing on the side, not afraid of death, and went to ask her next to her, the person who should remind her of her lines, and asked her what she was going to say next.

It's just, um... What about people? Where have they all gone? Will this be the time of the meal, will they all go to eat? But what about the equipment? It's not going to end up and go home, is it!? It's too early to end today, right?

"It's true, I've suffered so much and found so many feelings." Mu Xin rolled her eyes, scolded and almost condoled the eighteenth generation ancestors of the director who didn't tell her at the end.

"Ahh This is the end of today's play. Mu Xin got up and stretched, just... As soon as his legs stood up, he immediately softened and fell to the ground with a "bang-" sound.

"Shhhh It hurts! Mu Xin was slammed down, knelt on the ground, and immediately checked her bruised legs, and found that they were a little red and swollen! Moment... I felt like I was going to cry.

Wow... This world is unfair, why don't she have a share in any good things?

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