Along the way, the two slender figures became lighter and fainter, and the dusk on one side of the sky was under the sun, reflecting the glow of the sunset.

The melancholy thoughts also seem to be whispered lawsuits, and the mood is floating in the sky.

Zi Xuan'er walked and walked, her brows jumped, and she suddenly seemed to remember something, the past was unbearable, and she suddenly covered her mouth again, was careful to loosen, and smiled like a flower.

Nan Gongsun turned around, "Sister, why are you hiding your lips and laughing stupidly." ”

Zixuan'er was reminded by the voice, and in a panic, she quickly recalled.

Nan Gongsun, who was contemplating his eyebrows, suddenly felt that spring was coming and going, and autumn was vivid.

"Let's go. ”

"Uh-huh, it's okay."

- Far northeast, the cold wind is cold, and the lone wolf is alone, snuggled in a cold thought.

The mood of the storm is like the embarrassment of Zi Yan and Wu Guo'er, entangled in the destruction and warm environmental pictures, and once whined and made his heart and lungs.

"Ahem, now is not the time for you to be silent. Say something, Wu Guo'er continued. ”

His eyes were facing the sky, and his thoughts were gradually confused by the clouds.

Kezi silently recalled the world he saw when he was a child.

Think that the village, the home is the world, and nothing else.

said lightly to Wu Guoer: "I don't say that I am mighty and noble in my life, I have superficial thinking, I am light and white, I am all borrowing the afterglow, and I am humble." ”

After Zi Yan finished speaking, melancholy memories and difficult pain came to his heart for a while, and the past was unbearable.

"The level that the eyes see is not necessarily the whole thing, in the previous life, blamed you for being too persistent, mentally retarded if you were stupid, above the nine heavens of this life, entangled among the civilians. Wu Guo'er said regretfully.

"Hehe, put aside the baggage, and you realize that what you carry is actually just when you are a polite person. Every stranger has a family member who is incapable of turning out. ”

"All events in themselves are already predestined. Even if the family conditions are insufficient, those who go out are still ambitious, and those who stay are doomed. ”

Hakka was stunned for a moment before hearing one of the few conversations made by Elder Jian Jian to him.

Inner analysis, if you are strong enough, you may be a good family with full material.

His fists clenched and loosened, and his eyes tightened.

"Alas"~ Shejian sighed unconsciously when he saw Ziyan's movements.

Wu Guo'er listened to the side for a while, quietly glanced at the sword, looked at Zixi, looked down at the earth, and looked down at the ground for a plate of kung fu.

"A good family varies from person to person, and if it is too good, I will abandon my desire to kiss you, confuse the way of heaven, and keep my own selfishness. ”

"Monks have pursued family perfection since ancient times, and only monks who come out of the common people can only experience it when they stand on the high ground~ The family is not the heart, the person is the family"

Wu Guo'er muttered happily, silently not daring to speak.

The light ink color is hideous, rendering the abnormal weather like a storm, "roar...... Roar"

"It's time to go, Gray Peng is almost rested," he muttered softly.

"Xiu" has huge black wings, covering Zi Yan and his party.

Wu Guo'er stepped on the gray peng, Zi Yan leaned on his back, put his sword and grasped the eagle's claws.

The wind is blowing, and the clothes are flat.

The scenery changed dramatically, and Zi Yan didn't dare to look up.

The wind made himself cautious through the dry feathers, and only Wu Guo'er faced it calmly.

Every time at this time, the sword wants to fly in this way, and the only benefit that reflects force is stability!

The sour sword elder and Wu Guo'er's diligence were in stark contrast.

"Elder Sword's Gray Peng is so powerful. ”

"Unfortunately, what is the use of force?"

Suddenly, Wu Guo'er remembered the question and answer with the sword when she was a child, and there was no ending to sigh!

I don't know if I'm laughing at Gray Peng or myself, or borrowing things to be lyrical.

Wu Guoer faintly recalled the past, and the painful memories seemed to be lonely melancholy.