Crazy cute pet: God, don't chase me

It can be said that Xing Jiu'er's family died extremely unjustly. It is obviously a small village where the sun rises and the sun sets, but because the fragments of the artifact fell here, it became a place of unjust souls.

How should Xing Jiuer choose? After waking up, Xing Jiuer's soul is almost transparent.

The blue smoke was gone and filled the air.In the haze, Xing Jiu'er was sleeping on the bed.There is an exquisite pattern on the pure black phoenix eyes, which are in the shape of plum blossoms. No powder is applied, and the impeccable facial features have a vague beauty under the touch of the night. The lips are slightly raised, elegant, and the skin is like cream. A little modification, but still beautiful.However, for such a beautiful person, with a green complexion, the blood was wiped from her supposedly enchanting lips, so was Rou.Supporting himself up, he stroked his forehead.

Three thousand silver threads are draped over the shoulders like a brocade, slapped on the small face with big smiles, a pair of willow eyebrows are curved like crescent moons, but are stained with a touch of desolation at the tip of the eyebrows; Slightly raised, it is as charming as the night when he smiles; the shadow cast by the eyelashes under the eyelids adds an inexplicable mystery to the whole face; the bridge of the nose is straight and delicate, dividing the beautiful face into two sides, making The face is particularly full of lines, and a small cherry mouth is rosy in color, like a silent temptation.

Two curved eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy.The worry of dimples in the state, the disease of the demon attack.A little bit of tears. ** Weiwei, like a beautiful flower shining in the water when she is quiet, like a weak willow supporting the wind when she moves.

The moon rises brightly, and the brightest people shine.Shu Yao is correct.Work hard and quietly.

The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people are fast and comfortable.Work hard.

The moon rises and shines, Jiao Ren Liao Xi, Shu Yao Shao Xi.Work hard

Looking again, Xing Jiu'er's complexion became a little darker, without the slightest sense of elegance and delicacy on his face, and he seemed to have a sense of hardship from the vicissitudes of life.The eye bubbles are slightly swollen, there is a faint shadow under the slightly drooping eyelashes, and the cheekbones are also a bit high and abrupt, making the whole face even more bony.Especially those hands—the white hands became a little dry and thin, like almost withered branches, which was unbearable.

At first glance, his calm and elegant sitting posture seems to imply all the emotions he can't express in an ancient posture.The sound of rain dripping on the eaves tiles seemed to be transformed into the hustle and bustle of the crowd outside the house that night.However, everything seems to be no longer important, no longer noisy, he is the only one in the world...

Xing Jiu'er felt as if his heart had been brutally cut open by a blunt file, and grief flowed out from the wound, spreading sadness all over the place.

There seemed to be an indescribable feeling. The whole world’s snake gall was churning in his stomach. He couldn’t stand it and wanted to spit out the bitterness, but just as the thing was poured out of his mouth, he swallowed it back abruptly, leaving nothing behind. He took a bitter bite.

"Even if the whole world believes that you are the murderer of my parents, I will not attack you."

Xing Jiu'er couldn't help but feel heartache when she recalled the cold eyes she had when she stabbed Mingxi Shangshen with a sword.

Is that still me? !Is it really me that the person who only has hatred in the eyes of God Mingxi? ! ! !

At that time, when Xing Jiuer saw what happened in the future as the third person, she was in another tangled mood.

Who is it, hold my hand, and restrain my madness for half a lifetime;

Who is it that kisses my eyes and covers my wandering for half a lifetime.

Who is it that caresses my face and comforts my sorrow for half a lifetime;

Who is it that takes my heart and melts the frost of my half life;

Who is it that holds my shoulders and drives me into silence for the rest of my life.

Who is it that calls my heart and hides my life.

Who is it that abandons me and leaves me alone for the rest of my life;

Who is it that can understand me and make me have no regrets in this life;

Who is it that can help me, I am unparalleled in all directions;

Who is it, I can pour my heart, every inch of land is just like empty space;

And who can bury my sorrow, laugh at the emptiness of the world, and make my heart crazy.

It's God Mingxi! ! ! !