Seeing Mo Liunian's expression, Xiao Banxian also felt a little pity, after all, she was a woman, and the pressure she had borne along the way must be not small:

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Banxian had to comfort him, and then reached out to gently wipe away the tears oozing from the corners of Mo Liunian's eyes as he spoke.

Mo Liunian glanced at the little half-immortal shyly, adjusted the angle of his body slightly, and avoided the little half-immortal's gaze.

Xiao Banxian said gently: "These things are caused by me, and it is my bad that has caused you to suffer together." ”

Mo Liunian raised his head when he heard this, and said shyly: "Do I mean to blame you, if you hadn't rescued me under the cliff at the beginning, where would I still be now." ”

Then Mo Liunian hurriedly wiped away his tears and said: "Well, my life was saved by you, and if you say anything about it or not, I will follow you in this life, even if I encounter more hardships and difficulties in the future, I will be with you, not afraid of being affected." ”

The little half-immortal saw that Mo Liunian's eyes were red, and his eyes were the color of smoke and water, although he bit his lip, he really didn't even drop a drop of extra tears.

No matter what you do, you're usually waiting for someone else to do it first, expecting someone to do it first.

But Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal, and saw that there was a pool of clear water in his flexible eyes, but Mo Liunian was stunned when he saw it.

A misunderstanding is just a misunderstanding, not true, so as long as Mo Liunian understands it himself.

It doesn't matter what the little half-immortal thinks.

Every time I want to solve the misunderstanding, I will move in a bad direction, and Mo Liunian has given up explaining.

Mo Liunian was thinking that if he didn't have everything, his life might not be so pale, and in the hurried years, what left me the most was helplessness, and Mo Liunian still couldn't control his heart at this moment.

Because it is the most suitable only when it is put in the heart.

There is no safer place than to put it in your heart.

In this way, this period of passing years will be buried in my heart from now on.

No more mentions, let the end of time.

Leave it for a silent eternity, a period of youth, a time for burial.

There are always some people who are desperate, but they can't keep it in the end.

There are always words that are never spoken, and never to be said again.

Buried in the past, Mo Liunian had too much silence.

It seems that he happened to meet on the road of time, but the little half-immortal pretended not to see anything.

Mo Liunian let go of his hand, and Xiao Banxian smiled and rubbed her hair: "Xiao Mo, I'm hungry." ”

Not to mention that it's okay, they haven't eaten a drop of water since last night, and their predecessors who have long been hungry are sticking to their backs, Mo Liunian said: "Why don't you nibble on some snow." ”

Xiao Banxian pursed his lips with disgust, and said viciously: "I'm going to eat roast birds later." ”

Mo Liunian asked suspiciously, "What roast bird?"

The little half-fairy thought of the pair of gray giant wings, and he knew that he was not mistaken, this avalanche was intentional.

Xiao Banxian said: "It's nothing, I just want to eat." ”

"How are we going to get out now?" Mo Liunian asked.

The little half-immortal didn't know if they were unconscious, but now that their strength had recovered a little, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and showed their floating sword, and split the snow piled up in front of them with one sword.

The little half-immortal let Mo Liunian walk in front, holding the floating slaughter in his hand, and climbed up from the ice crevice with difficulty on his back, and when they climbed out of the ice peak, they really had a sense of escape.

The two knelt on the snow, gasping for breath in front of each other.

"How is it?" the little half-immortal asked with concern.

Mo Liunian gradually calmed down his heartbeat: "I'm fine." Mo Liunian had several cuts on his hands, just like his hands, frozen in such an extremely cold weather, his skin and flesh were turned out, but he didn't feel pain.

The little half-immortal took out a handkerchief from his arms, tore it in half, and bandaged Mo Liunian's hand, and then said: "Before nightfall, we must cross the snowy mountain, otherwise we will be frozen to death." ”

After climbing into the night like this, he couldn't climb the snow mountain at all, anyway, he had broken the ring, and the little half-immortal no longer obeyed the unkind rules, and after a little rest, he used the teleportation technique and followed the fingerprints of the jade pendant all the way.

The second aunt saw that Jin Quan's appearance was not good, and she didn't know where the tears in her eyes came from? No matter what, she couldn't stop it, it just flowed out. I was afraid that I would cry first, and Mrs. King would be unhappy, so she took out her handkerchief, and without wiping her eyes, she held her mouth and desperately did not let it make a sound. When everyone came, she couldn't squeeze forward, so she went behind a fence and whimpered and cried.

The voice was choked, and he just threw his nose into the spittoon, and two lines of tears fell down in a flutter. took out a handkerchief and wiped tears for a while,

He took off his reading glasses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, couldn't wipe them off, the more he wiped, the more he wiped, he lay on his lap, crying like a child abandoned by his parents.

Two lines of tears slipped down from her widening eyes, Gu Yizhen wiped her tears with her sleeve, wiped it here, and then there, and finally couldn't help it, covering her face and crying. She gritted her teeth, choked on the whimper in her throat, and her whole body shook violently.

In her eyes, the blood on his shoulders was printed, hiding deep fear and guilt, she cried so much that her voice was choked and she couldn't speak, so she looked at him like that, her nose was slightly red, and her tears fell down like beads with broken threads, and she couldn't stop.

But this time, Xiao Shen's appearance was not quite right, not only was his hands empty, his eyes were red and swollen, his expression was dull and painful, he sat down without saying a word, looked at the chubby group brother, stepped forward to pick it up, and then threw tears straight away. Brother Tuan'er's head was beaten, and he raised his head in a daze, looking at Xiao Shen for some reason.

When I saw my sister-in-law, I thought of my sister, and Yeqiu's tears flowed down as if the floodgates had been opened. The tears were still flowing, but there was no expression of pain on his face, as if the thunder had stopped, although it was still raining, and the sky was quiet.

Mei didn't cry, just lowered her head to wipe her tears. The Meng family has strong self-control. Wei Wei patted her head, and she raised her eyes, and her thick eyelashes were covered with half a circle of small droplets, shining like broken diamonds.

Dong Zhuoying was shocked, he had never seen Yu Hao cry so sadly, Yu Shan cried so much that she cried profusely, her hands covered her face, and her shoulders kept shaking.

He was now just a child, holding Jinglin's face more and more sad, and he actually whimpered and cried again. But he was born so cute, and when he cried, tears fell big and big, which also made people feel sad.

Qiqiao moved the ruffled pillow under her head, shot her face and rubbed it, and she lazily wiped a tear on that side, and hung it on her cheeks, and gradually dried herself.

Li Haochen looked at Li Muzi, whose eyes were full of tears, couldn't bear to touch the tears on her face, and scolded lightly in a slightly astringent voice.

Taking a few deep breaths, Gu Yanyan straightened up, re-closed the small hole, bit her lip and seriously watched the three people's bodies being shocked and shocked, watching the blood stains gradually seeping out of their bodies, watching the blood stains getting thicker, watching the bloody clothes sticking to the board every time it fell and then waved it, watching their bodies finally blur, but they always endured not to let the sourness on the tip of their noses gush out of their eyes.

Cheng Be: "Shut up bastard!" he wiped away his tears, but there was still fog in front of him. He endured his grievances, tears rolled in his eyes, he was so angry that he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't scold. Cheng Shaoxia was grief-stricken and felt that his heart was about to break. He turned his head and waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Shangguan Lai's brother felt a sore nose and throat, and tears poured out hotly. She patted her sister's back and coaxed: "Beg my brother not to cry, beg my brother not to cry, my mother will give birth to us, and my mother will give us a white and chubby little brother......"

I saw that although the girl stopped crying at the moment, her nose was red, her eyes were red, and her tears were stained with dust.

She was sad for a moment, standing by the water in a trance for a moment, and then she raised her elbow and covered her eyes so hard that all the tears oozing from the corners of her eyes were sucked away by her clothes.

But not long after his face was tightened, he found that his little sister Yuxue's cute little face collapsed. It was not good to scream, and sure enough, the big black and white eyes were immediately filled with moisture, and tears began to fall. Although he knew that nine times out of ten it was fake crying, he also tugged at his whole heart, and hurriedly hugged this little doll like a mud monkey in his arms and comforted him softly.

Chu He picked him up with trembling hands, pillowed him on his lap, and vigorously wiped the large strands of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the blood foam still kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, nose, and even ears.

Nu Yao touched the young man's closed eyebrows and eyes, and carefully wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes. He hugged her tremblingly, whimpering and rubbing her like a puppy, muttering something in his mouth. She had only pushed him a little, and he rubbed it in, and plunged into her arms, squeezing her bent legs with great urgency.

Thinking of this, his tears continued to drip down one after another. His pale countenance was no different from that of the dead. He didn't raise his hand to wipe away his tears, but the moonlight shone on his face, and the two tear lines turned into the morning dew on the leaves. He turned his head to look at the long, thin shadow of his own house, and his heart ached.

Xiaoqiu changed her mind, and she felt uncomfortable for a while, and her face slowly changed. Chunhua's two lines of tears, I don't know how they were so turbulent, immediately fell all over his face. Although it was rubbed off with a handkerchief, the handkerchief was as if it had been washed, and it was all gone. The other hand grasped the letter, but did not put it down, but trembled all over.

His girl fell and was crying, and his wife wiped the child's nose with her hand: "Yo, I forgot my little handkerchief, which I washed this morning, and hung it on the rope." I thought about it. I said don't forget, but in the end, I think there is something, something, but I can't remember. “

He burst into tears, and the strong wind blew and blew dry, and new tears flowed down. He didn't look back, he didn't rub it with his hands, he felt that the pit washed out of tears on his face was as deep as the pit grinded by the rope on the well platform. It was indeed dark outside the window, and in the distance, a star was twinkling.

The more people grow up, the more they will understand that there is one of the best things in the world, which is called not being available. At first, you were my secret, I was afraid that you would know, and I was afraid that you would not know, and I was afraid that you would know but pretended not to know. I don't say it, you don't say it, it's far and near. Now, please let me continue to love you in the name of a friend.

Take care that you have to reassure yourself of this present moment, because those who would rather pursue posthumous fame do not think that those who come after will be as dead as those who do not remember now. So what does it matter to you whether these people say this or that kind to you in the future, and whether they have this or that opinion about you?

She, like many others, believes that if you repeat the same thing many times, eventually the false will become true.

For women, marrying the right person will not necessarily be happy, because some people just don't understand happiness, but marrying the wrong person will definitely not be happy. Therefore, I don't believe that there are women in this world, and whoever they marry will be happy.

After many years, some of these problems are understood and solved, some of them are known that they are not true, and some of them are completely nonsense.

"I'm sorry" ruined this father and son, and for decades to come, my grandfather and my father would hardly look at each other, talk to each other, but not look each other in the eye. None of them are talking to people, but to another "thing". When all is said and done, the "thing" is "not the thing".

It seems that everyone is waiting for the future, and no matter what he has now, he always feels that something more important will come in the future. He was right, death was the most important thing.

There are those who claim that he loves the whole human race, and there are those who object to this, and quite rightly, by saying that love can only love specific, individual people, and I agree with that, and I would like to add that what is worth loving is equally worthy of hate.

But the future is like a ghost, and it is a matter of course for those who can see it. To someone who can't see, no matter what you say to him, he won't believe it.

He should always try something that he has never done or that others have ever done and failed. And then sometimes, with a bit of luck, he succeeds.

Everything that happens happens either in the way that you were born to endure it, or in the way that you were not born to endure it. Well, if it happened the way it used to be, don't complain, but live with the attitude that you were born to endure it. But if it happens the other way, don't complain either, because you're going to disappear before it consumes you.

When you get angry at someone wrong, immediately turn to yourself and think about whether you have made a similar mistake yourself, for example, thinking that money is a good thing, or that you are happy.

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