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| The wind blew away the temples, and he was on the origin of time, together with the heart of lost dreams . Jiang Xun hand touched, as if the flood years go forward with great strength and vigour. He was only in front of Mengjue, now: ask the world what love is, with a life and death? Jiang Xun saw moment feel dull pain, pain let him have a sense of reality. Jiang Xun is lucky but unfortunately, his life is full of darkness. And recall, he seems to have a layer of water under the eyebrow, the mist behind a red yarn are indistinct. Sitting in a restaurant, a glass of wine after a cup, I do not know how much wine to forget this world of darkness. That year, he first out, that year, her brothel singing, everything is damn fate. Restaurant where he was drunk and dreams of his white hair on the temples, a handle three feet green sword, in front of the Union City, with a sword cut the love road, Tu finished the city turned to leave the moment: "shes dead, but you need to be buried with the dead." Words without anger, a shiver all over though not cold. In that war, love becomes ruthless sword sword, the sword magic arena none such under heaven. Lost her will to Jiang Xun, reason itself, which is why his sword so fast, fast to despair. For a long time he rose slowly, threw a silver ticket, walked out of the restaurant Dream beauty pro hard sell. Until another year of snow, Jiang Xun on the cave, fall asleep, he went, everything is a dream. |
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| ( 心情隨筆｜心情日記 ) |
