The little half-immortal turned around and looked at Mo Liunian: "But I will blame myself, it was I who was too careless, so I caused them to lose their lives." ”

Mo Liunian took a deep breath: "The dead are gone, what the living can do is to find the murderers and avenge them." ”

Later, Mo Liunian had a light memory, and only in a casual situation would he think of today's events as if he were nothing.

Past years.

Just like that, I don't look back, and I take it away, and there is still the most beautiful time.

Time, because of the distance between the mountains and rivers, was divided into two sides of the strait.

This shore is the cold smoke of autumn water, and the other shore is already red like rain.

The moon is clear, the years are still moving forward, can the footsteps of the little half-immortal sound melodiously in Mo Liunian's ears at the moment when they are dusty?

If the little half-immortal misses the return date after all, will he start a little earlier in this season next year, and will not let Mo Liunian's soft heart condense into ice again?

It's just that Mo Liunian still wants to guard this wisp of soul that has not been lost by the passing years, soothing the shadow and branches, waiting quietly, waiting......

Time is not old, the original intention is especially there, time is changed, and the original intention is not changed.

Although there is no trace of the passing years, Qinghuan weaves into a dream, in the dream, there is love, warmth, and the initial touch of life!

The night with the sparse shadow of the flowers was hidden outside the window, and he didn't want to open the window, Mo Liunian wanted to sit down and become a green word.

Write about a person, write a story, follow a heart, travel thousands of miles in the later night, study ink in a poetic way, let the old thoughts that have been waiting for a long time ripple full of warmth.

The bottom of the eyes of this night fell in the eyes of Mo Liunian later, just like the passing years of love, the agarwood of time, so that the night became a color of smoke and rain, and the ink bloomed, and the past was like a river flowing endlessly, or gentle, or rapid, stop-and-go.

Mo is on the flow of the year, and the line and chanting, the mountain is heavy, the water is heavy, the cloud is a journey, and the geese are a journey.

Let time sink and rise again.

Later, Mo Liunian kept an obsession, regardless of the sun and moon, and in the blink of an eye, the old shadow was still there.

The seasons have changed and changed, and the clouds have secretly sent the lonely bird several times, and the smoke waves have detoured to Shazhu several times.

A storm of smoke and rain hazy past.

Time, long through the long causeway of life, time has never been old, when youth in exchange for the sunset pestle, when the resentment is lively and more quiet, when the light carving yesterday has been one by one, you know, time without a trace, no trace of the passing years......

At this time, the little half-immortal looked at Mo Liunian, and the little half-immortal also knew that the reason why Mo Liunian was working so hard now was just that she didn't want to be a burden to him, how could the little half-immortal not understand!

What should we do if we are so tired of the world......

Maybe as long as the breath is still there, then, try to be indifferent, keep the rest of the year, go and see!

In this long road of life, I will always find a reason for the little half-fairy to want to live with a smile even if his heart has been vicissitudes and only his heartbeat is left.

Prosperous sheng song, counting the passing years, the little half-immortal forgot what else?

The other side is lonely, fragmented and incomplete, and Mo Liunian's thoughts are swaying ink on his fingertips.

The sun of spring has a hint of vitality.

The summer sun has a hint of coolness.

The autumn sun brings a hint of harvest.

The winter sun has a hint of warmth.

The sudden arrival of Mo Liunian three years ago also gave Xiao Banxian a little heartbeat......

Time has passed, the water has fallen from the passing years of the little half-immortal, the green silk is lingering and old, and Mo Liunian has a little red face, and how many flowers have fallen in a season, but before they have yet to appreciate the brilliant flowers, they are already tied across the mountains and waters.

The blooming youth is bright and blooming for a season, all kinds of tenderness leaves the fragrance around the fingers, and the pale moon shadow mottles the distant footsteps, can you put a heart in the days of enlightenment?

The four seasons go back and forth, the flow of the year is not stopped, the west wind leaves fall and sigh in the year, and the rain and autumn are cold!

Sigh for the passing years, but only a finger, when will the west wind come?

In an instant, the child's face turned gray, and the flowers fell to the fullest, and only by cherishing could we not miss the good time.

Cherish life, cherish friendship, cherish time, cherish the present.

There is no Mo Liunian on the other side, there is no half-immortal on this shore, the prosperity has fallen, and it has been a strange way.

Later, on the Lan Zhou, who is playing a parting song?

The glass is gone, all the past is like a cloud, and occasionally there is a rain of smoke.

In the gallop of life, looking back, the story has ended, so everything, whether it is bitter pain or happy happiness, will suddenly turn into a warm current, warm the heart that has been tired in the years, and soothe the soul that has been injured.

Smoke locks dusk, fog cage autumn colors.

The days are long, and the rest is dry.

Mo Liunian watched the falling flowers fly away, and the rain sprinkled in front of the court.

hateful spring comes and goes, and Zhu Yan is destroyed in the wind and rain.

Jun Xiu asked, over the years, he has lost weight, and he is worried about the bottom line.

Lingering, standing a few times, will be full of tenderness, all of which will turn into smoke.

Where is the sigh floating, and whose side is the dream.

The little half-immortal wants to fly in the wind, go to the depths of the clouds, and go straight to the blue sky.

But Mo Liunian is helpless, who is comparable to the wings, and they are overturned.

In the quiet place of the end of the world, Xie Jun feels the clear autumn, the golden wind and jade dew meet for a few moments, and the fireworks are drunk in a lifetime, and this life is not in vain.

The joys and sorrows of the world, and the dreams of sleeping, have all turned into floating clouds.

Tonight drunk moon, acacia dyed all the West Building, unforgettable, red dust all over, back to the dream of a few rounds of spring and autumn, I hope that the flow of the year is like water, do not leave broken thoughts.

The breeze rises, the dead leaves fly, and the flowers fall in a city for whom.

The cold rain is chaotic, the clouds are drunk, and a blue sky is clear because of you.

The fate of the past life, the wish of this life, thousands of miles still surround my dreams.

The pen refers to the time, the ink dyes the years, and the words are lovesick.

Love is hidden, love is full of years, and every string and pillar are affectionate.

Mirror flowers, moon in the water.

Breeze, bamboo shadow.

Mo Liunian turned a thousand times, gloomy and sad, and sighed softly!

Later, Mo Liunian's heart, imprisoned in Liunian, when will it be unsealed?

high mountains, flowing water;

The rivers and mountains are picturesque;

People's hearts, each at peace;

Four seasons, reincarnation;

Like water, the years flow......

This flowery world, this lonely year, how to finish it well, properly, just for a few years later, this song of the world can draw a successful end.

At this time, Xiao Banxian raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Liunian with a smile.

Mo Liunian also smiled, from the face of a little half-immortal, and then looked at the new moon in the sky.

In his heart, after all, there is still a sense of amazement, and the little half-immortal can't see it.

The little half-immortal also looks at the moon, the moon is new, this life is so long, and there are so many things you want......

The lake wind blew, the night was deep, and the little half-immortal said: "Let's go, let's go back!"

As soon as they took two steps, Xiao Banxian suddenly grabbed Mo Liunian's waist and jumped to the side.

The little half-immortal put Mo Liunian down and said, "Let's go." With that, he turned around and greeted him.

Mo Liunian knew that it was useless for her to stay here, so she told herself that she must calm down, and then use the Tengyun Technique to rush back to move the rescuers as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Mo Liunian was gone, the little half-immortal had no worries, showed the Futu Sword, and said coldly: "Come out." ”

The lake rose out of thin air with monstrous waves, forming a whirlpool, with the momentum of thunder, the little half-fairy was instantly swept in, to the surprise of the little half-fairy, he saw two huge black shadows in the turbulent water, the little half-fairy immediately thought of the black Jiao, the whirlpool shrank smaller and smaller, and saw that the little half-fairy was going to be ground into minced meat.

Although this is the opponent's home field, the little half-immortal is not afraid, he casts the body trick to stabilize the center of the whirlpool, holds the hilt of the sword with both hands, the floating sword is raised straight, and a slash is oblique, a piece of silver light pours out from the sword body, the silver light is like a fishing net, this is the third trick in the demon trick. 2k reading web