Xiao Banxian said: "It's nothing, this time I fell into the way of the ice demon, thanks to you." ”

Mo Liunian said: "What about the ice demon." ”

The little half-immortal said: "It's dead." ”

Mo Liunian stopped talking, she remembered the situation just now, at that time she just wanted to kill the ice demon, and that killing intent would still be terrified when she thought about it.

She didn't know what to say, how to explain the dark scars that had been hiding in her heart. She thought, don't cling to the past, but then there will only be the future. It felt like a shard of metal, sharp and cold.

Why do you see the tears flowing on your cheeks, even if it is a thorny rose, in the dark, the original place turns around and around, and the price of maturity is that the impulsive young man already knows how to advance and retreat. The glimmer of longing, the strength of hating not to collect, turn into a sorrow that we can't understand, and wander with the wind.

If I didn't have everything, my life might not be so pale, and in the hurried years, what left me the most was helplessness, I couldn't control my heart, and I still missed you so much.

Yan Xiaochen's expression was focused, there was a layer of glittering white light on her face, she should be infinitely happy and excited tonight, but for some reason, when she said that she was lucky, there was sadness in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, making people feel as if she was standing alone on the edge of a dark cliff.

The endless night hung in front of her, suffocation and despair struck her, the feeling that she had experienced years ago was unceremoniously visited her for the third time, the signal of cold death rose from somewhere in her heart, and the serpent coiled in her heart, spitting out bright red letters at her. She wanted to scream and run away, but all she heard was her own voice.

His pretty face was a little angry, and there was a mixture of ferocity and bloodlust after the beast was injured, and at such a close distance, it even made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

The wind says that he never stops, he doesn't go anywhere, he doesn't know where to go, he disappears suddenly, and sometimes he reappears. "I can't take anything with me, I have tried to carry the fragrance of flowers, but I can't find it as I walk. Your fallen leaf may have been something I didn't intend to take with me, I didn't remember where I left it, but I don't know what it is.

And you know, how grateful and cherished I am for this moment! My heart has always been filled with a hazy joy, a hazy happiness, but I just can't say it, and the words come to my lips a few times, but I can't say it, as if there is a faint vigilance that if I say it, some things will disappear with some wonderful feelings.

Mr. Bai saw that he stopped suddenly, and he didn't know why, he turned his head to look at him with a slight inquiry, and saw Xie Sangongzi looking straight at the ground three feet under his feet, not knowing whether he was in a trance, or running away, and then suddenly turned around and left.

The past few years passed by me one by one like the reflection of the passing years, and the flower girl and the wind boy in the reflection fell into the darkness. These stories are sad to say and melancholy to hear.

Ah Xuan stood at the top of the steps, looking at this madman coldly, his face suddenly turned pale, and after a while, he suddenly evoked a gorgeous sneer. The smile was too complicated, I really didn't understand, it seemed to be resentful, it seemed to be afraid, and it seemed to be helpless.

I don't say everything, you know, I know, because of love, so I am, because I care, so forgiving, because I understand, so compassionate. That touch of thought, still entangled in the heart, that trace of cold waiting, after several tosses, finally failed to get out of the confused swamp. That wisp of tenderness finally lost to the flowing year and lost to the wind.

Yan is like another me, and I am like a flower on the water with her. Our feelings, our hearts, and our preferences are all strikingly similar. At some point, I would think in a trance that I was reunited with my unknown self. Although the time we spent together was brief, we didn't need too many words, a look, a smile, and we knew everything in each other's hearts.

It felt like a blow to her heart when she heard this, and she knew it would take a long time to forget, Tali suddenly looked up, "What do you mean?" Hope came over her so quickly that she couldn't even put it into words. Tali looked at her, feeling tears tingle her eyes, but the pain was no match for the feeling in her heart, and she suddenly felt like she was about to fall.

Both are ghosts, but they are overwhelmed by each other's ghosts! They are also frightened by themselves, because this moment of urgency has reawakened their consciousness and revealed their own history and experience to their respective hearts, which has never been done in ordinary life except for such suffocating moments. The soul sees itself in the mirror of the moment of passing.

Year after year, I sent my lovely youth, and I fell step by step into a deep hole full of thorns, and ridicule and ridicule surrounded me, and sympathy and comfort were far away from me, and I cursed the world, hated humanity, and blamed my hope for deceiving me.

In the middle of the night, it turns out that for a person, losing the one that is lit for him is really losing the whole world. You don't remember all those years of laughter and tears. Leave him alone, standing on the other side of time, looking back but never seeing her back again.

In King Ling's mansion, after eating the golden pill, the pain in his heart gradually disappeared. It's just that today, that heart hurts as if it was torn apart. Fang Cai was so painful that he couldn't speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted. The pain, as if it did not belong to her, as if it came from the distant sky and underground. She closed her eyes in a trance, and the black shadow slowly floated in her heart, gradually disappearing into the vast smoke and dust.

It's too late to say goodbye, and it's too late for that paragraph. The past is sad and crying, everything is heaven. What has been prepared in advance is just waiting for us to pass by here. There is a sadness that is destined to become a song in life. All the way away from injuries and all the way to practice, the autumn leaves can only go with the wind. Passers-by who go far can only be silently blessed, maybe life is a choice. It is also a kind of regret, all the way along the traces of time. Finding this is called the end of the years, and we have only experienced it once.

If love, it's just a moment. I wish that time would always stop at the second before you said the word breakup to me, so that there would be no such pain and longing, let alone such unforgettable painful memories. I don't want to go on without you. Back to the days of being alone, although the scenery is still the same, the people are still the same, but the mood is no longer the same!

Xiao Banxian said: "You are just learning the magic for the first time, and you haven't controlled it well." ”

Mo Liunian raised his eyes, and Xiao Banxian continued: "So the warlock must have a firm belief, otherwise it is easy to go mad." ”

Mo Liunian said: "I'm like that because I went crazy?"

Xiao Banxian smiled: "Otherwise, what do you think." ”

Mo Liunian said: "I thought it was ......."

Xiao Banxian said softly: "Take a good rest for a while, and then get up to help." ”

Mo Liunian's eyes were already dyed, and she nodded: "Actually, I'm fine, I can get up now." ”

Seeing that her mood was stable and her morale had recovered, Xiao Banxian said, "Okay." ”

As half of Xianyao expected, Mo Yan woke up in less than half an hour, but his face was very bad, Tianwen was no better than other Xuanmen, because there were too many peeps into the heavens, most of the Mo family members did not live to be forty, and there were very few masters like Mo Renfeng, and the Mo family was generally weak, and they were all in one line.

Mo Xin, the senior brother mentioned by Mo Yan, is still a cousin who is not out of five suits.

And Mo Yan's physique is already very good in it, thanks to his father who found Chu Xiaoran to take care of him for five full years as soon as he was born.

As soon as Mo Yan woke up, he coughed violently, and Banxian Yao patted Mo Yan's back for a while before he eased up.

The little half-immortal said to the others: "You all go out, I'll be fine." ”

Ease is king||The Jinjiang chapter of the big data analysis online text market, a must-see for female frequencies ||2018 year-end inventory of online articles

Original: Xuanpai Pajama Xiong Xuanpai January 21

Hello everyone, what this issue of Xuanpai brings to you is the data analysis of Jinjiang Literature City.

As we all know, Jinjiang Literature City is a big old position of female frequency, especially famous for its original literature in the Tanmei and love genres.

Of course, for a straight man, Jinjiang is a very terrible place in the legend, but there is no way, because since Xuanpai began to make big data analysis, there are many sister papers leaving messages below, wanting to see Jinjiang's data analysis, wanting to see Xiaoxiang's data analysis......

Xiaoxiang has no choice, and I must apologize to everyone here.

Because our data is all found from the website, Xuanpai itself has not developed the data scraping function of major book sites, so all this work can only be done manually by ourselves.

The prerequisite for manual completion is that the website must publish the relevant data itself.

Xiaoxiang Academy's ranking can only see the top 10, and there is no more data, which leads to the inability to obtain the corresponding big data for analysis - of course, it may also be because we are not familiar with Xiaoxiang's web page and have not found more data entrances.

Therefore, if anyone knows more data entrances of Xiaoxiang Academy, they can leave a message below to tell us.

Okay, let's get down to business now and talk about the data of Jinjiang Literature City.

What we grabbed this time is the "semi-annual list" of Jinjiang Literature City.

Since Jinjiang is divided into several sections, it is necessary to combine all the lists to filter and exclude duplicate works......

So, we chose a unified metric – work points.

The calculation of the points of this work is very complicated, complicated to ......

I didn't understand it anyway.

Students who are good at math can challenge the specific integral calculation method below.

Well, anyway, works with high work points should be relatively popular works.

We counted the list of Jinjiang's semi-annual list, selected the top 250 works on the semi-annual list, and conducted a data analysis.

The score for the last place is: 244971872, or 240 million.

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