The wind of the thunderbolt

Changxin looked at the two people walking away, all the emotions were hidden under the mask-like expression, which made people unable to see through the emotions.That was her favorite Ye Xiaochai, and that was her dearest sister He, so she could only stand where they were and watch them go away.

Why care, why be jealous.

Sister He, I am a poor person just like you.

Because we can never match the weight that woman left in his heart.

So, I just hate for goodness sake.

I am not born, but I am old.

"You care about that man very much." Mingzhu suddenly appeared behind her, during this time he was always hidden by her side, blocking many assassinations from different forces for her.

Watching the figures of those two people disappear in King Zhuyi City, until standing on the city wall where the cold wind was blowing, there was no trace of those two people anymore.Chang Xin then slowly turned to face Ming Zhu. "I didn't ask you to come."

Stopping Chang Xin who was about to leave, Mingzhu looked at the direction the two left, and said in a low voice, "Answer my question."

"You're jealous." Said lightly, Changxin faced everything in the world with that indifferent expression.

Mingzhu raised her eyebrows, "Of course."

"What do you love about me?" Changxin smiled mockingly, "One day, if I lose my looks, will you still love me?" So, you are just a shallow man who is greedy for beautiful things.With others - how is it different?

Mingzhu didn't know how to answer for a while, she just stood quietly beside her.He has always been a person who is not good at expressing, as long as he loves in his own way, that is enough.

Of all the things in the world, apart from the heavy burden of the emperor that she took over from the bloody hands of her ancestors, what else is there that deserves her nostalgia?

This world,

Could it be an infatuated woman and a heartless man.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to say desolate.

Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

Last night Youmeng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window was dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, bright moon night, short Songgang.

this world.

Who else misses his dead wife like Ye Xiaochai?

This world,

Not every man is called Ye Xiaochai.

"Hey, Mingzhu." Changxin broke the quiet atmosphere between the two, and the low voice couldn't tell what it meant. "Kiss."

Mingzhu frowned again when she heard this, her eyes widened slightly.Before he could fully react from her words, his warm lips pressed against her.The long-hearted and flexible tongue pried open the pearl's white teeth and entangled with him, inviting him to dance together.Mingzhu only felt her body start to move agitated, something wanted to break through the air, her arms hugged her long and thin body tightly, deepening the kiss.

The two kissed so inseparably that anyone who saw them would think they were a loving couple.

For a moment, Mingzhu even thought that Changxin was not completely heartless towards him.

But in the next second, Mingzhu was ruthlessly pushed away, and Chang Xin turned around without a trace of expression on her face, Mingzhu was a little shocked, the scene just now seemed to be just a erotic dream, and it just disappeared without a trace.

"Help me kill someone." After a long time, Chang Xin finally spoke without looking at Ming Zhu beside her. "It's a little difficult."

"Is there anyone alive besides you that Mingzhu Qiuxia wants to kill?" Mingzhu replied lightly, and Changxin could hear his seriousness from the words. "Who is the target?"

"Hahaha..." Changxin laughed loudly, and gave an answer that would make Mingzhu extremely painful——

"Your best friend, Eternal Sky."

Hey, Mingzhu, how much can you do for me?

On a cold rainy night, two men were drenched in the rain on the open ground.

"Why?" Wan Gu Changkong's face was full of indescribable anger.

The man in white on the opposite side slowly pulled out the Liuqing sword behind his back. Mingzhu Qiuxia responded to the question of his only friend in this life in his usual cold tone: "Show your sword."

"Why?" Wan Gu Changkong's voice was a little higher than before, and the expression on his face was mixed with pain.

"Let's fight." Mingzhu Qiuxia forced herself to make up her mind. '

"Why!!!" A desperate roar resounded through the sky, like a betrayed lone wolf.

What a clean rain...

Wash the blood-stained earth, inject the source of life into everything in the world, and restore the innocence of the world.

but--

What a dirty rain this is...

It witnessed the persistence of Mingzhu Qiuxia to bid farewell to her flawless life forever.

His hands were full of his friend's blood.

How can the filth on this body be washed away?

"Does it hurt?" Mingzhu hugged the icy rain-soaked body of Eternal Sky, "My heart hurts more than yours."

hate me?I hate myself more than you do.

I gave up on you and chose her, just like you gave up on yourself for the woman you love the most.

Such a decision is heartbreaking.

But the killing hand did not hesitate.

Now, long heart, you can no longer question Mingzhu's love.

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