Crazy cute pet: God, don't chase me

Warm blood flowed continuously from the wound.

The icehouse was filled with white mist, and the ground was covered with bright red blood.

Lips pale and bleeding, Xing Jiuer stood pale on the cross, his paper-white face, powerlessly, hanging to one side, allowing death to take away his last clarity.

Just when Xing Jiu'er couldn't hold on, Xing Luo cast a spell and restored Xing Jiu'er's body.

It was as if the wound had never appeared before, except that the blood on her body was telling what happened just now, and Xing Jiu'er's face was also rosy.

Although Xingluo wanted to take out the fragments from Xing Jiu'er's body, it didn't mean that he was going to kill him.

Xingluo spread out his hand, and a crystal clear sword heart appeared in his hand.

It turned out that this was the last fragment that everyone was looking for!Xingluo put away Jianxin excitedly, and after taking a look at Xing Jiuer, he left the icehouse.

This freezer is specially prepared for Xing Jiu'er!

As long as he stayed in this ice room for a while, it would not only have healing effects, but also make Xing Jiu'er recover quickly, which he owed him.

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Xing Jiu'er stayed in the freezer, the blood on her face was replenishing bit by bit.

If I can, I can stay with you for a thousand years without growing old. For a thousand years, I just want to take care of you and smile; if I want to, I am willing to stay with you forever.Your face in my heart is like the blooming and falling of a lotus flower, the setting sun is black, the whispers are soft, and a few poems look up to the sky, and the fireworks bloom all over the sky in an instant.Are you still sitting in the long pavilion of one mile, with your jade fingers, curled with the gentle breeze, painting a corner of the blue sky, and standing on the shore of the Meishui.

In the dream, whose jade flute is lingering, whose singing voice is melodious and melodious?The curling unvoiced sound is like the sound of nature in the world. The echo flows through the flowing water, crosses the mountains, and falls in the wind a hundred times and a thousand times.A trace of tenderness fell all over the sky like flowers, the petals floated over the beauty, fell on the pillow, and melted into thousands of pieces in the dream.Hearing the place of forgetting love, skimming three parts of running water, picking up seven parts of spring color, making it very sweet.

A wisp of green smoke rises curlingly, the green bird touches the water, and the catkins flutter.Floating life is like a dream, as quiet as still water, I don’t care about love and sorrow, I just hope you are well, the past life is rough, and this life is full of resentment.Regardless of the rain or snow, I just want to be intoxicated together in a plain way, to fill up half a lifetime of wandering, and to say goodbye to grievances for the rest of my life.Peeling off the scars all over the body, waiting for the nirvana of the phoenix, may the bleakness be able to send each other with a piece of paper, and may this life be tied together with clothes.

Suddenly Xing Jiu'er opened his eyes, his eyes were full of indifference, the pure black eyes flashed an unknown indifference, like an elf who had suddenly awakened and fell to the human world. . . . .

It is impossible to describe him with any words, any description of him is not him, that bright and quiet light like moonlight, seems to have been shot through from ancient times to her, so bright and flickering that she can hardly open her eyes , in the Wangchuan River, next to the Sansheng Stone. ?

Xing Jiuer swayed slightly, her footsteps were like flowers blooming in the sea, and the wind passed like waves. ?

A faint silver halo enveloped the whole body, and the hem of the plain white robe was embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which was ingenious and exquisite.One or two pink peach petals fell from the shoulders, and the flawless and transparent palace feathers fluttered with the wind around the waist, making it even more elegant and elegant.The gorgeous white tassel on the sword hangs down to the ground, swaying and flowing with the steps like water, and seems to make small waves in the air.The knee-length jet-black cloud hair poured out gorgeously and solemnly.

It's just so elegant, so indifferent, such cold water-like eyes, and the coldness revealed in the bones far away. Only the picturesque people walk out of the painting, surrounded by thousands of pink clouds. A single tree out of the forest, overlooking the wind and clouds. ?