Chengying was enchanted, looking at the charred corpses of the two houses, as if looking at a lover's eyes, tears actually dripped from his eyes.

But how can they touch the black soil around them, like touching a thousand years of love.

It's slow, it's slow, it's so slow that Chengying can't stop.

Layers of black soil were caressed and turned to ashes, leaving the land that had been.

The scorching black soil, scorching Chengying's hands, the hands are full of buds, blooming, flowing out, and fresh juice flows!

The fresh smell is faintly spreading, with a slight fragrance, which is the aftertaste of the heat of the fire!

The face of Chengying, in such a warm world, frost has condensed!

How could he be so indifferent, who hurt his heart. Or his own choice!

The veil of mystery was lifted, and I heard a river that flowed slowly, oh, it was a dark river, but Chengying was stupid, and he knew it. Qing Suo, Ziying, who also knew him in ashes, was gone, the lingering fragrance he was familiar with, and all that remained was the mutilation on the ground.

But Seiying really wants to know what you are protecting, and you need to sacrifice your own lives. to be blessed!

Chengying in the depths of my heart, how can I really not want to see it.

Chengying felt the heartwarming fire, burning himself, but Chengying knew, and it might be more heartwarming when he saw it! Chengying needs to prepare and prepare, how to face it!

I couldn't help but stand up and take a deep breath. I looked up at the sky, and my heart was broad.

The remnants of the dawn rose, the east wind was warmer, and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

Enduring the oncoming east wind and the dazzling sunlight, Chengying wanted to dodge, and couldn't help but look back, only to see a long shadow dragging behind Chengying.

As if telling Seungying to go on like this, the wind is good.

This is the sky, this is the fate.

You should wander westward and obey the destiny of heaven.

Chengying wanted to go west, but the nameless commander who let the owner of the Drifting Rain Village accept his fate tied Chengying's legs.

Let's see, no matter what, you always need to face it.

Gently waving their broken hands, they opened an ancient well, a new rope that had been broken, telling their past.

They had been here, they hadn't stopped, they were telling Seung-yeong, go down!

Chengying's heart was suffocating, Chengying's blood was flowing backwards, Chengying heard the shout, and Chengying felt the continuation of the bloodline.

Chengying didn't go to get the rope, Chengying didn't want to wait for a moment, Chengying didn't dare to jump, he was afraid of hurting, hurting the distress below.

Chengying held up the broken hand, supported the wall of the ancient well, and slipped out of a graceful dance!

A flowing river, a nest was set up by the river, two innocent fleshy faces, the moment they saw Chengying, they laughed out of deep dimples!

Who I want to hand you over to has become Seungying's choice.

Is it raining? Are you still from Dou Yi? Chengying, you're still not a man.

If you are ruthless and ignore it, how can you live with a conscience.

It doesn't matter if you suffer hardships, those who will be affected by the film will definitely grow up and become a person!

It doesn't matter if you go east or west.

The flowing song of life, the dark river underground, how can it be submerged by the remnants of winter, the spring warmth will bloom, and the autumn harvest will bear fruit.

The scorching summer sun could make these two dolls crippled.

In any case, this is Seokei's choice!

The remnant winter is coming to an end, and the idea of Journey to the West is already a myth, and the shadow is standing more straight, going upstream, showing the true character of the hero.

A doll in the front, a doll in the back, nothing can be parted!

It's just that if it's for love, hug and hug, maybe!

If you grope alone, this won't be able to feed, how can it end like this, is it good to live well? Doll, don't let Chengying be afraid!

The preciousness of life, the privilege of the Guyue people, has passed, and Chengying will follow them a lesson to remember.

The rain made Yiren's hair gray. Chengying asked for Qingsuo Ziying's life.

Chengying knows, and now he finally knows, it's still the rain of the mother, the owner of the village, and Chengying can't help it!

Giggles, commemorating the loss of Qingsuo and Ziying, Chengying couldn't help but say a little jealously, it's so good to be innocent!

A fragile rope slowly slipped down, and a nameless hall master approached gently, a frightened child's crying laughter sounded beside him, and a nameless hug echoed in Chengying's ears.

Chengying stood quietly, without any words, the sky was old and the earth was old, and he would not say anything.

The smell of supplication sounded again, just a moment, just a moment.

The cry of the doll brought the noise.

No, no, no, you just hug, you just hug, it's a prayer!

Chengying's son, father and son, a necklace of heart and blood, locked in shackles.

Chengying is full of the beauty of tomorrow!

The yellow wind and sand can't cover the sky, and the blood-stained demeanor has become fertilizer, and the grass here will definitely grow better next year!

The underground culvert, the underground river, flows to the river, and how can Chengying be calculated.

Go up, Ruixue Zhaofeng year, the beauty of the people, is coming.

The cold winter, the east wind that cut the body, was pushed away by the fiery residual temperature!

The unknown soldier also built a wall to block the wind, Chengying looked at these, far away from the country, hugged his comrades and brothers for warmth, and said silently, it is shameful for Chengying not to protect them, words that have nothing to do with you!

The nameless soldier is angry, our mask is not sad enough, and if we don't add some other style, how can we have peace of mind about the expectations of our hometown.

Winter fireworks are still beautiful, and the season is not fascinating!

Gifts of memorial services, how much is good, we already know.

The mark of the snow is the best guide!

Chengying looked at the courage of the nameless soldiers, and listened to the hot breath of their exhalation, and his heart couldn't help but warm a little.

If there were no two cute dolls, how could Chengying be obscene at this time, but the continuation of the body hanging, how could he dance Chengying's sword, nothing is more important than the weak Rou Miao, Chengying is all they have and rely on. is just a shadow of memory, in Chengying's heart, he also has to set a goal for the doll's mother.

Seige took out the graffiti-stained flag that he had treasured and bosom.

I really don't want to write, Chengying's heart wants to forge two steel swords with Qingsuo and Ziying, which can be kept for a longer time, but there is time there, so I can only be so silent and unknown with Chengying, rest together, pity the happy flower, I can't accompany her for the time being, rest in peace, and I won't be hit by a little wind and rain.

The blessing of the blessed people is so obtained, Chengying feels the loneliness of life.

The sky is like a furnace, cruelly forging the true self, the fire of love and hatred, the fire of wind and rain, thunder and lightning, the fire of spring, summer, autumn and winter, casting the choice of natural selection, the survival of the fittest, and the elimination of the weak!

The swordsmanship of the three flavors of true fire is cruel and will not leave a trace of other objects, but Chengying has not learned, but Chengying knows that it also has a can't face the earth, the skin is as thick as iron, the heart is like fire, and the outside is like cutting, a trace of helplessness!

Virtuous, how can you not withstand the wind and rain!