The weak eat the strong, from ancient times to the present.

From the moment he was born in this heaven and earth, Qi Qing began to live a life of fugitive.

One flower and three colors, heaven and earth are not tolerated.

The flower language of fate is destined to be gloomy, and those who approach her will be cursed by the ominous and fall into the endless abyss.

The white language is lonely, and the letter from heaven has no end - despair and glory.

Red Soul Eater, the Call of Hell Falls into the Abyss—This is the end of it.

The black language is forever dark, and the turbulent future has long been doomed - that is, farewell.

When the homologous three-color flower spirit is born in one, the end of misfortune and sorrow seems to be doomed.

The strong help the weak, in fact, at the beginning, Qi Qing, who was sheltered for a certain period of time, was in a good situation, but unfortunately the reincarnation of cause and effect, some things met from the beginning It was a mistake.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, and eternity is parted.

At this moment, Qi Qing, who was already surrounded by wolves, raised her eyes slightly, staring at the lonely moon hanging high in the boundless night sky, and it was soon buried by dark clouds.

The cold wind gradually rises and darkness falls, indicating that her life is also coming to an end.

Unknown?

If my existence was a mistake from beginning to end.

So why did you come into this world in the first place?

Lowered his eyes lightly, hidden and desolate, his pale little face without a trace of blood had no sadness or joy, and he didn't feel anything in his heart for the death that he had already predicted.

If you have to say it, it is unwilling, that unforgettable deep unwillingness.

The benefactors who once saved her all died in front of her because of her.

It's a feeling that no one can understand, and no one will understand.

Endless cold is about to envelop and sink into darkness.

The frightened shallow eyes suddenly opened, the expected bloodthirsty pain did not strike, and only the sorrow of the wolves and the sorrow of the wolves remained in the ears and—

Whispers of concern mixed with a hint of concern.

"How's it going, are there any injuries?"

Warmth reflects the heart, and shallow eyes condense.

The heart is at peace with this, and the moment is eternal.

Did he save himself?

Unlike the human who once wanted to ravage and defile her.

Under the moonlight, his face is picturesque and dreamlike, but it is warm and incomparable, and the worry at the bottom of his deep pupils does not seem to be fake.

At least she wants to believe it.

Qi Qing was saved.

It wasn't until later that his identity was known.

Careful hope in the bottom of my heart, supplication.

May you never leave him.

It's just that the sweet and greedy dream will eventually be shattered?

No, it's not.

A farewell to a string is not a farewell.

Unexpectedly, I never thought about it, Bai Twilight's choice.

Even if you are the enemy of the world, why not for her?

The frightened escape road was bumpy and muddy, but it was touching and happy, just because he was by his side.

You have the world.

Nine deaths and one life, never give up.

After all the hardships, she will eventually become the imperial concubine.

The end of an era has made her honorable.

Immortality, this is happiness.

In the end, a perfect brilliant movement was played.

At this moment, Jiang Wanqing was puzzled and suspicious in her heart, she had a strange feeling after digesting all this.

It was as if she had really experienced all of this.

That is the evolutionary detachment of the heart of the flower path.

It can break through the falsehood and go straight to the essence.

Something strange happened suddenly, unexpectedly.

If so, one thing is too good.

Could it be just a dream that I don't want to wake up from?

Exhale softly, exhale slowly, and a little crystal shines into your eyes for a moment.

Her heart became more and more uneasy, accompanied by a faint pain, but she still followed the intuition of the Dao heart.

The sweet dream is shattered, and the truth comes.

The mirror of fate of prophecy is like a bubble and shattered.

What Bai Twilight didn't expect was.

Even if her fate is difficult and bumpy, she still strives to change her fate, and only when she meets herself at this moment can she be regarded as back to the "right track".

It's just that he spent the last trace of his soul to compose the bright and sweet dream that he owed her for her.

Unexpected shattering, illusion into nothingness.