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Seeing that she was stunned, Zhang gently handed the cool soup that was originally going to be given to her wings to her disgust, she felt that she was quite anxious, and she didn't tell her to do anything.

I was tired of life and relieved, and took a sip of the cool soup lightly, and instantly felt that there was a cool breeze stirring in my throat and eyes, and my brain was much clearer.

Tired of living and Zhang lightly sitting outside, their hearts were very transparent, Zhang lightly chose a heavy and noble phoenix robe, a simple ink pattern dress, without any decoration.

She has grown much older, and compared to her misanthropy, this is the seal that time has left on her.

I'm tired of life and Zhang talked softly for a long time, and there was never peace.

The continuous sound of drums continued, mixed with the uneasiness in his disgusted heart, and Zhang Qingqing was still smiling lightly and answering the questions of disgust.

It's just that the drumming paused for a while, and a fast horse stopped opposite the disgusting and Zhang Qingqing, there was no one on it, the disgusted looked at Zhang Qingqing, his expression was solemn, his long hair was dripping with air, his sleeves were flying, and he jumped on the horse's back, and he saw Zhang lightly running towards her, and he waved his hand, and immediately picked up Zhang Qingqing. Sitting on horseback with her......

Disgusted with the rigidity, her heart trying to keep calm was scattered by the wind, and she didn't dare to speak, nor did she dare to think, so she had to urgently want to slow down time......

The pair of people in front of her were uncomfortable, she didn't care about pulling the stiff rope, broke away from the horse's back, and stood in the air, the wind in the air was unusually bleak, as sad as the current mood of disgust, Qingsi shrugged beside her face, I don't know why.

The strength of the sky gradually left her life-weary body, and she suddenly fell with one leg, the other leg embedded in the ground, and a white pleated wide sleeve also threw herself on the ground.

There were a lot of people who came, and they said a lot of words timidly, and people along the way said that he had shed a lot of blood, dense, and blurry, and at this time, the disgust seemed to be torn apart like the loss of his internal organs.

She shouldn't have stabbed him......

A special emotion fell on her heart, and the kind of irresolvable remorse rushed over every inch of her skin......

Without Nangong Tilt, he would not be much better, and the hundred schools of the political court would not be able to tolerate a little misanthropic princess......

Disgusted with the heart of the morning as bright as a mirror, endure the heat flow to gather his eyes, the fingertips buckled on the ground slowly moved, I don't know where the blood has been wantonly coagulated in the entire nail cracks, disgusted with the head bowed, the goose egg face was brushed by the hair, no one knows what the situation is, can only see the fingertips that are gradually curled up, the back of the white hand is held up out of the bone joints, and the red plum blossoms bloom ......

The knee was injured, but the disgust was able to support it, half of the arm was raised, the residual heat of the palm was covered on the shoulder, and the disgust moved his head lightly, but he was afraid that the tears on his face would fall into the eyes of others, so he wanted to push away Zhang Qingqing behind him.

Zhang lightly landed on the side of his shirt, held the stiff rope with the other hand, and looked at the disgusted people who were on the ground with one leg unusually calmly: "The cool soup has been prepared, and they will definitely be able to drink it, are you willing to go with me to find them?"

The disgust is uncomfortable enough, it is flawless, the heart is uncomfortable, Zhang Qingqing's sentence, I don't know if it is a prodigal son in my disgusted heart, and my facial features are blurred by tears.

It is said that it is difficult for the prodigal son to turn back, can you and I go back to the past......

Why didn't Nangong Tian ignore me, was he so disappointed in me?

That cheap, stupid, and crazy sentence, why did Nangong Tian say that......

Disgust can't suppress emotions at all, it controls itself.

Shouldn't you be born to be strong?

Or is it all fake, and the disgust seems to have rubbed the determination he just made with the ground, and he broke his promise again and broke his promise......

She inhaled heavily, slowly propped herself up, and the words about his death were poured into her ears over and over again.

She didn't dare to cry so loudly, she was afraid, she covered her chest with her hands, and the bitterness choked on her chest, making her unable to breathe......

Zhang was in a stalemate for a long time, pulling the sleeves of the disgusted man, but the sadness of the disgust was that it almost ran into his mind at once, and this contradictory depression stirred the nerves of the disgusted.

That power surged out, and the surrounding mixed plants and trees were also scattered by this force from the disgusting body, not to mention Zhang Qingqing?

Before he could calm down, Zhang fell to the ground lightly......

She was silent and silent, dragging a white-pleated light shirt step by step, the mist in her eyes seemed to be dry, and the effect of a hair dryer around her seemed to raise her sleeves.

How much is that......

Pathos......

It's here, it's finally here!

Scattered people stood in the way, looking at the disgusted people who insisted on going their own way, none of them were not sarcastic, they thought this was a dignified misanthropic princess, they all thought it was a madman from somewhere, the blood on her leg stained the white-pleated light shirt, and a little more coldness overflowed her body.

The disgust of life just keeps walking like that, just like a female ghost......

But some people said again, shouldn't this ghost be afraid of the sun? Why aren't you dead yet......

A smile curled up at the corner of her lips, and she shook her head, as if this sentence had stimulated her, and she repeated it several times in succession......

Why not die yet?

Why not die yet!

Why aren't you dead yet?!

The voice is soft and soft, a ghostly thing that comes alive. Everyone was a little scared, and they all surrounded the disgusted, holding the stick and about to give the disgusted a stick.

Qingsi opened it, and her smart eyes reflected the person holding the stick, with a slight smile, boundless cold crumbs, and stared at the wooden stick faintly.

She figured out why it was you people who didn't die who saw other people's painful looks and had a good show on the sidelines.

Am I the only one who wants to cry......

The disgusted white pleated wide sleeves were raised to reveal the delicate arm that could be broken by blowing, and lightly crushed the wooden stick that was about to fall, and the fragmented powder pierced into the palm of the disgusted one, and the disgusted looked at his hand lightly, and smiled brightly: "It's so sad......"

The wooden stick was broken in half, and the people who were originally convinced of it were even more convinced that it was a ghostly thing, and the person who rushed forward told everyone that they were tired of life: "This person is no longer sober, I'm afraid he is terminally ill."

But there is no more sober than this......

Awake to know pain......

Knowing the sobriety of suffering......

Disgusted with life, she clearly knows that there will be such people in the world who bewitch the public, every day she knows that the person in front of her is full of scheming, and she has to cater to it, in fact, she is really tired, tired of the heart, tired of the bones......

The disgusting arms under the sun are more white and delicate, the wide sleeves slide down one after another, and half of the disgusting arms are exposed, and with a faint turn, the man's neck is not as slippery as Nangong tilting, and the rough disgusting palms are a little painful, getting harder and harder, and gradually the man's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and the people next to him are holding wooden sticks to buckle to the disgusting legs.

The disgust suddenly thanked everyone, this strong pain, so that the disgusting suddenly sobered up, the disgusted smiled at them, and let go of the arm faintly, at this time no one cared about the disgusted, swarming to see the man who fell to the ground.

Disgusted with life, she smiled and put down her arms and walked forward slowly, she said: "He is not dead, but he deserves to die."