A snow-white Haidongqing flew away from a tent not far from the "Green Building".

Time is like flowing water, but water can freeze in the cold winter and stay a little. Time is not afraid of the cold winter, the biting east wind!

No one can make it feel a hint of nostalgia.

The arrival of the dark and windy night of the moon seems to indicate that something bad is about to happen, the sound of the heartbeat of the dong dong is like telepathy, Chengying is in the tent where the unknown soldiers and the shadow are a little crowded, looking panicked, can't help getting up, walking out of the tent, looking at the distant stars, a trace of bright light flickering, the dark night brings a little hazy. The snow-white earth adds a little distance to Chengying's sight, but in the dead of night, there is no movement!

The heart-wrenching pain is transmitted to Chengying's body from time to time. In a trance, I couldn't help but think of Qingsuo and Ziying, who were not far apart.

Suddenly, in the distance, there were a few sporadic fire spots.

In a moment, the sound of the shadow sang and the quiet of the night. Like a crazy cry, Chengying's lips spurted blood-colored heat. The snow scorching the ground.

Ahhh

In the cold winter, under the poignant night, in the east wind that cuts the bones, there is no trace of cold.

A wave of heat, with some smoky and smoky smell, almost smoked Chengying.

Chengying looked at the sunny day far away in the sky!

Chengying knows, this is the price of willfulness.

This is the taste of prayer! This is the reward of giving, this is the beauty of dance, this is the arrogance of melody!

Qingsuo's habit is also the mystery of bravely living.

Chengying's lips are even more bright red, like a tiger and leopard that has just finished eating raw food!

How could I not look at you and become the reward of Chengying.

The desolate horn sounded, and an endless stream of nameless soldiers gathered together.

Nameless led a white horse, Nameless looked at Chengying quietly, but there was no word.

Seungying looked at the colorful faces and felt shameful.

Seungying mounted his horse and ran towards the sun in the night sky against the surging heat.

The nameless soldiers followed, like the tide, and the bright flag of Gaza was to go to the soup and go to the fire. Everyone knows that what is left behind is the demeanor, the story.

Drawing traces of oneself on the snow-white earth, the terrible personality, and the stupid donkey that scatters the wild, nothing more than this.

The inner confession is just a memory. The development of the future continues.

Chengying is really not for himself, but in the real injury, it contains, thousands of miles of searching, thousands of miles of following, can also be the same.

Chengying knows the love of Daddy Piaoyu, and Chengying knows that the people of Muzi look down on him.

In my heart, how should I go on the road in the future?

I really understand what, the choice is more important than the effort.

In the world of spring planting and autumn harvest, there is the beauty of winter snowflakes!

The mother of the rain explained, and the master just wanted to come one by one, which became the grinding performance of Chengying.

Chengying also wants to learn once, the confession of his mother's rain.

The nameless soldiers are all masters of one enemy against ten thousand, even if they fail, they have to fight with their own majesty, how can they be a sign of cowardice! Chengying wants them to know that the people of the Guyue tribe know that they only have one head!

Secretly complete the task, Tibetan Sword Villa, don't count it, twenty years later, another hero!

The heat wave is subsiding, the fiery sun is crippling, the white horse is panting, the shadow on the back knows, the sad song, the poignant gourd silk is shouting, the shadow is coming!

The flames are like mountains, deeply piercing into Chengying's mind and heart!

Chengying, who is as stupid as a cow, knows what an explanation is.

He, too, said.

He, killed.

She, at the price.

Is this the brutal ending?

The miracle reappeared, and it would not be sad, which became Chengying's wish.

Chengying couldn't help but glance back, following the nameless hall master beside him. The nameless with the Gaza flag has become the dependence of Chengying!

But even if Chengying watched it for a day, he couldn't see why.

There is no one who can explain to a dead person, but how can Chengying's heart be at peace!

The expectation of being alive, the helpless dependence, everything has nothing to do with Chengying, what is more helpless than this time.

The grassland city within a radius of 100 miles, the guiding star of the 10000 miles away, how did he leave a deep pit.

The fog was thick and steaming.

There is no trace of Liao, and there is no trace of snowflakes.

There is a green building, which seems to be lifted into the air.

The beauty in the sky is not tolerated on earth.

The world of Chengying finally knows what it means to be wiped out.

What is called:

Mirage, glitz and phantom,

The bustling end, so calmly!

There was only a wry smile left in Chengying's heart. I finally know the mystery of the meaning of "Red Dust Flowers, Wind and Dust Sands".

Brightly colored flowers, planted on floating sand.

How long will you live!

The silent and silent nobody, looking at the city that had become the fuel of the sun, in the dark night, only emitted a glimmer of light, and decades of hard work were in vain.

They were even more silent.

They know more about how heavy the responsibility is.

Chengying doesn't know, only knows that looking, looking, kicking and trampling horses' hooves, there are really no snowflakes here, the cold winter, the east wind that cuts bones, is afraid.

Chengying felt a hint of warmth.

But Chengying knows that this is the beauty of the moment.

Nothing is impossible, it has become Chengying's dream, a deep pit, really, this is the trace of a green building, Chengying looked at the charred body.

Chengying knows that this is because of the earth.

The beauty of the earth made Chengying see a trace of imprint.

Chengying got off the horse and walked over, looking at the marks of the two, unable to breathe or speak for a long time.

Not only did I think of Chengying's father and mother Piaoyu, how can you kill thousands of miles by yourself, no one dares to say anything, Chengying kills one, and you have to make Chengying angry.

But I remembered that when I first came to the grassland, when I saw the black and white hair of my mother Piaoyu, I said to my mother Piaoyu's father, "Chengying, you look at Piaoyu's hair, although it is black and white, but it is long and Piaoyu's head, Piaoyu can hold a sword, and no one dares to go with Piaoyu."

Now the rain wants to separate them, like black and white, like a black-haired boy who has not grown up, a white-haired old man who is about to die. Black and white are mixed, alternating with black and white.

Separated, it is not good to drift rain, and there is always some price to pay for the words "I hope you can bear the memory of living."

Yes, you want to repay your mother's affection and give him a name.

Inherit your namelessness. Do you want to protect or separate, do you want to confess or are you afraid of cannibalism.

yes, is that the price of separation?

Chengying squatted down and touched the somewhat hot Wen, but he saw it, and a miracle happened in front of him. A few small black holes appear in the eye neighborhood!

Seungying had an expectant smile on her face!