"Of course"

"Xianer should follow her husband."
Kaka ~ ~ ~ ~
A neck was twisted and twisted into a strange angle, and the body fell from the sky. She was so beautiful and so ugly!
But soon it will turn into a pool of meat paste, and no one will know her anymore, so she was once the first beauty in the Jianghu.
Qin Changfeng’s magic Luo vertical pupil has a purple grain and another red grain, which symbolizes that the second magic spirit has returned to its place!
"Love?"
Maybe, but at least I didn’t lie to you.
Qin Changfeng closed magic eye and disappeared again, calling for the return of the brain and completely closing the world at the same time.
Chapter two hundred and ninety-three Re-entering the handheld device maker e-ten The man stepped on the dragon and came …
late night
Emei Dameishan main peak
The moonlight shines with the coolness of late autumn, and the lonely jinding is like a fairy in a blue dress, standing alone next to the cliff stone platform.
She looked vaguely at the moon in the night sea. Many people didn’t know that the sunrise at Jinding in Emei was famous, but the moonlight at Jinding was also beautiful and desirable.
It’s a pity that Emei’s brother’s settlement in the back mountain has long been a dark place. Obviously, everyone has already fallen asleep, and people are lucky enough to enjoy this beautiful scenery.
Maybe it’s not a pity that she just wants to be alone and reminisce about the past.
"I used to worry about sentimental damage to Brahma, but I was afraid that I would not be able to live up to the Tathagata."
Don’t be ungrateful to the Tathagata, don’t be ungrateful to the Tathagata …
The night wind blows coldly and gently blows her elegant green skirt.
A smile appeared on her lips. Is he looking up at the moon like himself now?
"Hey, can anyone tell me if he misses me too?"
She asked the breeze breeze.
She asked the silence of the month
In the past seventeen years, the best years of her Emei Blue Lantern Scroll have quietly passed away.
Emei’s most beautiful breeze, flowing clouds, morning glow and late moon have also accompanied her for seventeen years.
But after seventeen years, Emei is still so beautiful, but after seventeen years, the woman is no longer as beautiful as when she was seventeen.
The mountain wind is getting bigger and bigger, and her hair is blown in disorder and brushed against her white face, and her clothes are fluttering as if to meet someone who has returned from the wind.
"Master, do you miss him again?"
I don’t know when a graceful girl who is also wearing a green skirt comes behind her and gently asks.
The woman looked back and looked at Hui Duanli’s gentle and elegant girl as if she had seen herself seventeen years ago.