Mo Liunian stepped forward and asked, "You really don't want to withdraw the formation?"

Xiao Banxian didn't know how to answer, Mo Liunian said, "Do you remember what you said to me three years ago?"

Mo Liunian stared at Xiao Banxian, she said: "I didn't know how to face the future at that time, you said just do whatever you want, now I will return these four words to you, as long as you think it is worth it, do it." ”

Xiao Banxian looked at Mo Liunian, he smiled gently, and the smiling co-workers couldn't help but say, "Idiot." ”

Jiang Xiyan suddenly understood the difference between himself and Mo Liunian, Mo Liunian understood him, and he ...... has been wandering in the whirlpool of interests for too long, and everything likes to be too calculated.

Rao is Mo Liunian felt the heart of Xiao Banxian no matter how dull she was, and her face instantly turned red.

She has never thought deeply about the relationship with the little half-fairy, although she lives and dies together, but she has never thought of going further, she always feels that she and the little half-fairy, one is fire and the other is water, how can water and fire really blend.

If they are forced together, either the fire will be extinguished or the water will be boiled dry.

Mo Liunian saw the little half-fairy's mouth move, and in a hurry, she stretched out her hand to cover the little half-fairy's mouth.

Xiao Banxian looked at Mo Liunian in surprise, a tenderness had reached his mouth, but Mo Liunian shook his head at him, Xiao Banxian was completely at a loss, Mo Liunian's eyes were very eager, but it was completely opposite to what he imagined, he understood Mo Liunian's eyes, Mo Liunian really didn't want him to say it.

I thought I would see two lovers finally married, but unexpectedly, the peaks and loops turned, and those onlookers were also stunned.

Mo Liunian knew that Xiao Banxian understood what he meant, withdrew his hand, took a step back, and his eyes changed from panic to calm, but under this calm, there was a turbulent dark tide, no matter how she pretended to be, there would still be.

The little half-immortal's loss can't be covered, if he can, he will almost cry, and now he doesn't even dare to speak, and after a long time, the little half-immortal reluctantly smiled and said, "Well, I know." ”

Mo Liunian didn't know why she was so afraid of what Xiao Banxian was about to say, she had a faint feeling that if Xiao Banxian said it, many things would change, and this kind of change would be something she couldn't bear in the future. She knows she's selfish, but she just wants to protect herself.

Mo Liunian took a step back and retreated to the side of Banxian Yao and Jiang Xiyan, she didn't dare to look at Xiao Banxian's eyes anymore, lowered her eyelids slightly and said, "That's good." ”

The atmosphere became awkward all of a sudden, and it took a long time for the co-workers to whisper: "This is yellow?"

Xiao Banxian gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." ”

Gonggong immediately pursed his mouth, looking aggrieved, "It's not that I don't want you." ”

The little half-immortal almost tore his heart, and immediately said, "You squeak again." ”

Gonggong shrank his head and said, "Squeak ......"

The little half-fairy was so angry that he vomited blood, turned his head and left, but the co-worker didn't want to leave, so the little half-fairy dragged his left leg out step by step like a lame man.

The others were all dumbfounded, and when Wujian saw this, he said to Jiang Xiyan: "I'll go see my brother." With that, he chased him out.

Nu Yao: "I love you." Cheng Bei was stunned: "...... You've never ......" Nu Yao repeated: "I love you." He looked down at her, seeing the solemnity in her eyes. After Cheng Bei took a breath, his eyes turned red. He was silent and did not speak again. The force of the hoop increased to her strength, and the young man hugged her tightly, gagged her again, and lingered with her passionately...... They stood in the setting sun, the clouds and smoke rolling, the heavens and the earth were red, and the cranes were soaring. Under the gaze of the gods and Buddhas, witness this lost and regained strong love.

Zhu Yun hugged him, intoxicated, and only felt that the whole world was in his arms. With her eyes closed, she fully diverged the girl's imagination and turned her surroundings into an infinite galaxy in which they shuttled lightly.

Next to the great god, there is also a second god, and the two gods are men. He was not in a daze, he was clear as usual, and he hurried to put a round drum into the hands of the great god. When the great god took the drum, he stood up and jumped wildly, and first told the story of the deity who had attached to her about the descent of the mountain, whether it was by the clouds, by the wind, or by the mist, and it was very majestic.

Haruhime closed her eyes hard, her body shook a little, and half a tear hung on her eyelashes, unable to fall. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes again, and used all the strength of her body to focus on the fairy candle.

A fierce beast with short limbs but a head like a hill, on the bank of the Tongtian River, was jumped out of the Tongtian River by a golden crocodile that was ten thousand feet long, and devoured the fierce beast in one bite. At just one glance, all three of them had their minds buzzing, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and they had a splitting headache for several days before they barely recovered.

"The world is impermanent, the time is also, fate, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Li Xian held the notebook in his hand, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and let out a long sigh.

A flash of inspiration appeared in Li Xian's mind, he had already remembered what was about to happen from the chaos, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a bitter smile, but he didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, straightened his clothes, and strode towards the hall......

At this moment, Zhou Xinqi, who was about to leave, was stunned, she heard the exclamations of the people around her, and when she turned around, she looked at the stone tablet of the first chapter of the grass and trees, and saw the turtle that was in first place there. She frowned slightly at first, and quickly let go, without the slightest wave in her heart, in her mind, the first stone tablet of this grass and tree was obtained when she first became an outer disciple, and at that time, she didn't use all her strength, not to mention that she was completely different from back then.

"Seventh brother, you, you ......" Li Xulun has always been pampered, never experienced danger, let alone suffered a lot, was so lifted by Li Xian to soar in the air, the courage was almost frightened, until Li Xian put it down on the ground, his face was terrifyingly pale, he didn't care to check where he was, he opened his mouth to ask in a trembling way, but under the uneven breath, he couldn't continue to speak halfway, and he just gasped for breath.

Getting together and parting, sometimes it takes a thousand turns, and sometimes it only needs to change over the years. Time is the most ruthless sword, which can chop up years and cut off love.

Time is not old, especially the original intention; 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 years are not old, the thoughts are not young, and the heart is still year after year; Time is secretly changing, the fate is unpredictable, and the memory is still full of top-notch; Shaohua smoke and clouds, fate comes and goes, it is you and me and him. In this scroll of time, we chase the rain wings of longing, the love of the passing years, or joy or idle sighs; in this paper, pen and ink, our thoughts are flying, the end of the world is boundless, and the cape is endless.

The four seasons go back and forth, the flow of the year is not stopped, the west wind leaves fall and sigh, and the rain and autumn are cold. sighed for the passing years, "but only a finger, when will the west wind come, and it will not be said, and the passing year will be secretly changed." "We walk in the passing years, and in an instant the childish face turns gray hair, and the flowers fall into the flowers, and only by cherishing can we not miss the best time. Cherish life, cherish friendship, cherish time, cherish the present.

The years are unharmed, who has promised who has a good time? Time does not live, who has promised who has lasted forever? Fireworks are unbearable. You say, don't forget, later, the flowers in the dream are cold; you say, life and death depend on each other, and later, turn around and rub shoulders; you say, the end of the world is close at hand, and later, the end of the world is close at hand. The season of flowers is in time, and the season of flowers is strange.

It's just that with the precipitation of time, we have written about the appearance. It's just that I can no longer find the courage I had at the beginning, but I can't turn it over again. The years that have been silent for a long time, those years, those memories. Every scene that was experienced. It's all the traces of parting, and every night is a sleepless night.

Time and time, prosperity is over, maybe the arrangement of fate, I can only be a passerby in your life, ten fingers interlocked into a luxury, this life is just a dream, miss your death, and now, bow your head and continue a song of parting, sing the passing years, for the final song of our parting, silently remember!

The strings are freehand, and the strings are broken. The book has infinite things, and it is difficult to send it in spring. Lying down and listening to the rain sycamore, the rain is light and the moon is hazy. Where is the soul of a night's dream, that back to Yang Ye Building.

The breeze rises, the withered leaves fly, a city falls flowers for whom, the cold rain is chaotic, the clouds are drunk, 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, every word and sentence of lovesickness, the love is hidden, the love is full of years, and every string and column are affectionate.

Time flies, covering the past, the old dreams left by youth at that time have disturbed the red dust and rain, put down a little red leaves to paint the autumn, sing the years like this, life like a dream of the annual rings, in the story of the old to interpret a scene of joys and sorrows, how many memories have been extinguished, how much time is not in the cold.

Looking back at the past, who has walked in whose youth and left a shallow smile, who has stayed in whose flower season and warmed the miss, who has stopped in whose story and forgot the return date. The distance between the heart and the heart is very far and close, between love and hate, between gathering and dispersing a thought, then if you meet, don't ask whether it is fate or disaster, if you love it, please cherish it, if you miss it, protect him well, learn to live in the moment, believe that what really belongs to you, you will never miss it.

Memory is a flowing landscape, we sit on the boat of time, watching the scenery pass by in a flash. The river that I have walked through cannot be turned back, and in my ignorance, the years have passed. For this world, or for a certain person, a certain episode, should we love a little more, or hate a little more?

Fireworks are easy to cold, and prosperity is easy to pass away. Several spring and autumn, several times lonely. Before the moon before the drunken wind, he smiled between the bamboo fences. It is not like stagnant water, but it looks forward to the bright moon and clear wind. A cloud of smoke and rain, a piece of paper, leaning on the west wind, but looking at right and wrong, looking back and coming back, it is not as good as ever. Walking all over the red dust, who will give me a year?

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