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Only on the day when you spread your wings and fly, you will know that the world is boundless.

When the wind and snow are quiet, the snow butterflies dance in groups, bringing a smile and a smile to the black and impermanent Lampa.

The veil is silky and falls gently.

Falling in the snow, in front of Yan Xiaomei's eyes.

The heart of ice is powerless to be lovesick.

You don't even want my Lampa.

Just throw it in the wind.

I thought I could raise insects and butterflies, and make rabbits with snow, and I had understood the evil.

But I didn't expect that the real yin evil is so powerful.

Fingers curled up Lampa, a chill.

I don't know if it's the temperature of the snow or the temperature of the little brother.

Getting married under the moon is just an unattainable dream for me.

However, with you in a dream, it is sweet.

Her starry eyes faded, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The snow is falling, and the beauty is gradually buried.

The white moon has dropped to its lowest.

Shine on the snowy peaks and sprinkle them with color.

The iron rope was clutched in his hand and he looked up at the ice wheel.

The moon is like an untouchable beauty.

Beauty should be flawless.

If you want to use the power of the moon god to leave the North Underworld, the iron rope will have to pierce the flawless.

Since then, the beauty of the night sky has added a scar.

Suo Han, astringent.

After all, put away the chains.

Leave the perfect moonlight.

Surrounded by colorful peaks, it stretches in the north.

Searched for peak after peak, the same as last night.

The peaks enter the night sky and pass through the stars.

The snow is colorful and the snow is at its peak.

If the snow peaks are flattened, the path will naturally be around.

If you really do this, you are afraid that you will bury the North Hell.

Since my sister Yama is one of the two monarchs of the underworld, why don't you share the ghost city of Fengdu with my brother Yama in the underworld?

Xie Bi'an and Zhong Kui, why don't they dare to speak out about Beiming?

Do they know that the former king is hiding in the snowy mountains?

My sister Enma has the unparalleled evil skills in the world, how can she be willing to go north alone for thousands of years?

What exactly was she waiting for?

Or, what to hide?

Or, what are you afraid of?

Breaking the Northern Stygian Snow Peak and burying the cold in the Quartet, will it cost Yan Xiaomei's life?

There are months that cannot be climbed, and there are peaks that cannot be broken.

Questions haunt my heart, and I am worried everywhere.

If the lazy drunkard is here, will he solve these questions, or will he find a way to escape?

I thought about his thief and slippery eyes......

It is estimated that the first thing he did was to find wine first.

The night breeze of the prairie is shivering.

The last drop of water was dropped on the tongue of Bai Impermanence, and the water bladder was empty.

He was still lying in a tree, as if he were holding the warmest bed in the world.

There was blood under the tree.

The sheep huddle together to protect themselves from the cold wind.

The wolves who are about to break their bellies sleep crookedly and refuse to leave.

With a soft laugh, he rolled over.

Like a tanuki lying on a tree.

"The sheep can't run away because I have laid a ghost wall. The wolf has eaten enough and has not returned to the mountain, so he is too greedy. ”

Looking at the sleeping wolves all over the ground, he smiled lightly: "However, if the wolf nature is not greedy, how can my plan come true?"

Closing his smiling eyes, he gradually fell into a dream.

There are thousands of dreams, and the most beautiful is lovesick dreams.

Thinking of relatives, thinking of people, thinking of feelings.

People have dreams, but what about ghosts?

Black Impermanence seems to be dreamless forever, because he always sleeps.

The moon is far away, into the stardust, and the sky is bright again.

The moon has no trace, the peak is stable, and the black monarch is merciful.

There was a zither sound in his ears, wisps, like a girl interceding.

The silk strings are euphemistic, and the pearls and jade are on the plate, like a spiritual sound falling from the sky, blessing the world.

The spiritual sound gradually thinned, attracting snow, which has a special feeling.

The void is stepping on the snow, and the darkness is impermanent.

People are in mid-air, and their daughters sit diagonally.

Sit on a suspended ice flower.

The kite is on the knee, and the ten fingers are like an orchid.

The most beautiful person in the snow has the most skillful hands and plays the most crystal piano.

Ice makes the bones, snow makes the string bed, and the rain becomes a thread, dripping out a love song that evokes lovesickness.

"I'm afraid of lovesickness, I'm lovesick.

When it was Acacia's turn, there was nowhere to say, and there was a hint between the eyebrows. ”

The tune is graceful, the sound is tactful, and she has sung heartbreakingly.

Change into a blue shirt and redress in a white dress.

The rain makes a cloak, and the wind shakes the green silk.

How could there be a more beautiful person in the world than her?

sang a song and laughed coldly: "Black impermanence, abandoning the girl, regardless of her life and death, you are alone and free, you are really ruthless!"

The song fell, the strings did not stop, the ten fingers were smart, and they showed their magical powers.

The zither voice was high-pitched, and a rain arrow pierced the center of Heijun's eyebrows.

Ignoring the silence, fluttering down, the rain and arrows became empty.

The sound of the zither was low, and half of the ice blade slashed towards Kuro-kun's feet.

Rise up out of thin air, always watch her show off, and disdain to make counter-moves.

The two tricks failed, the girl chuckled, the rain strings clanged, and then sang gracefully.

"If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying flotsam, and the air is like silk.

A wisp of fragrance is here, hoping that Junlang will pity his daughter's thoughts. ”

A song of ice and snow sang spring love, and the girl laughed again: "If I wasn't willing to save it, you really killed the little girl!"

She plays the sound with the snow, and sits delicately, who would have thought that she had just used a murderous move?

Listening to her sing two songs, and then asking about the karma, Heijun sneered: "You don't have to pretend anymore, there are already flaws." ”

"Oh, the lock ghost impermanence will also ask the case, so it makes people laugh!"

She really laughed, her fingers didn't stop, and the laughter was more beautiful than the sound of the piano.

"You said that you have been alone in the north for thousands of years, how can you save others?"

Raised his hands and stopped looking at her: "Yan Xiaomei is Yan Xiaomei." ”

As soon as Junyin fell, the laughter was even louder, provoking the flying snow to shake.

"Do you believe everything I say?" she asked in a coquettish voice, smirking proudly: "I said I hadn't heard Yan Xiaomei, why can't you remember it?"

The piano sounded constantly, and she seemed to be in a good mood, and she showed him all the ten-finger spiritual sounds.

"Yan Xiaomei is not Yan Xiaomei, but Yan Xiaomei is Yan Xiaomei. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, arrogant again: "Black impermanence, there are too many things you don't understand." ”

She's not her, she's her.

The meaning of the words is deep, deep across the four seas, and no one can understand it.

"Soul detachment, fierce soul, wronged soul, resentful soul, wandering soul, ghost, vain soul, delusional soul. She smiled contemptuously and said softly: "This is the eight kinds of souls that I locked away with my own hands when the underworld was first built, do you understand?"

The tune is like her contemptuous laughter.

"However, under the bridge, the Lechuan River, the Sansheng Stone falls on the banks of good and evil. As if she wasn't enough of it, she asked again: "Black impermanence, who dug the river, who built the bridge, who carved the stone, do you still understand?"

Qu Heming, according to her.

Since he loves to show off, Kuro-kun doesn't bother.

has not been able to reply to him, and there is nowhere to go for the show, which adds to her a little depression.

smiled helplessly, and said to himself slightly: "Actually, why should I tell you so much, I am the Hellish Demon of Heaven, but you are the impermanence of the passing." ”

The strings are gradually falling, and there is endless loneliness.

Looking up at the snow, she sighed softly: "My song, you don't understand, black impermanence, retreat." ”

"Eight kinds of souls, I don't understand. ”

He finally replied: "I don't understand the river, the stone, or the bridge. ”

Turning his eyes to look at her, she was as white as snow: "Yan Xiaomei and Yan Xiaomei, I don't understand." ”

His chin was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "There is one thing, I understand." ”

Her eyes were curious, waiting for him to speak.

"You're playing too harshly, you're singing too badly. ”

Walking on the snow and leaving, the darkness is impermanent.

Starry eyes widened, red lips trembled.

Ten fingers are like hooks, scratching the rain strings.

Raise your sleeves and smash the ice piano, shaking off the ice flowers.

She was so mad that she seemed to have forgotten all her powers.

Falling into the snow, he grabbed a handful of soft snow and threw it in the direction of the black impermanence's departure.

Whether he could hear it or not, she broke her voice and screamed: "Black impermanence! You wait for me, sooner or later, you will kneel in front of me!"