Crazy cute pet: God, don't chase me

"Listen to me and speak slowly."

"Things have to start from the time of the war between gods and demons."

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The backs of one tall and one short are reflected on the lake. Do you know what happened to my father and mother at that time?You must have seen a lot of fragmented pictures from the timeline.

Our parents are very elegant god rabbits, their love can be said to be stronger than stone, when they fell in love, it can be said that everyone in the three worlds was happy......

Judging from the love letters they left behind, neither parents nor mothers are the ones who abandoned us.

The breeze dances to the bright moon, and the dream falls among the flowers.Waking up from a dream, between the eyebrows, lovesickness is dyed.Alone in the end of the world, drunk and greedy.Worried thoughts boundless.Leaning alone in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you flicking the jade flute again, feeling drunk?Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity is gone, but my infatuation has not changed.It's a pity that after wandering for several times, what I can't get out of is still the honeyed words between the flowers in the dream.

A mountain can't separate two or two lovesickness, one day can't break two or two silence, I miss you for three lives, drink that bowl of Meng Po soup alone, bury myself among the bones of the mountain, listen to the trickling water, The breeze dances with the falling flowers!Let's listen to the wind chant, I can't finish the chant of my life's longing, the long stream of thin water can't finish the flow of my deep love all my life.

Flicking the fingers, blowing away the dust of the song, losing weight and missing; lightly touching the strings, as slender as the wind, who will break the missing?The affection around the fingers, the nostalgia of a lifetime, in the harmony of the pipa, deduces the nostalgia of the years one after another; the love is deep, the loneliness is hard to hide, and the whispers in the ear are like a sigh when the flowers fall; the love can not tell All the shengxiao, who will be pity for the loneliness in the whole life, spreads silently in the dimness; a pool of flowing water, with all the breeze, dyes the flower paper white.

The breeze dances to the bright moon, and the dream falls among the flowers.Waking up from a dream, it seems like a lifetime away, between the eyebrows, lovesickness is all over.Alone in the world, drunk and greedy.Worrying thoughts boundless.Leaning alone in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you flicking the jade flute again, feeling drunk?Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity is gone, but my infatuation has not changed.It's a pity that after wandering for several times, what I can't get out of is still the honeyed words between the flowers in the dream.

A love in the world of mortals, a fate of a thousand years, a few strands of lovesickness across the shore, how many old dreams have been reclusive?On the side of the water, I would like to ride an orchid boat with lotus fragrance all over my body, row across the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, pass through the wind and song rhyme of Tang Dynasty, and find you by the misty West Lake!I just want to wear a ding-dong ring for you and tap on every night when I miss you; I just want to smile sweetly for you and wipe away the dust of your life!

Their love is a fate that has been cultivated for thousands of years. If it weren't for the battle between God Mingxi and the Demon King, our clansmen and parents would not have died!

The blue sky of our village is as clear as washing, and there is an endless stream of faint bird calls. The streets are bustling with people. , rouge powder, delicious food with a fragrance that spreads far and wide, so eye-catching, people come here one after another.All the people in the world live in harmony.

Then, the battlefield: the setting sun is setting, and the setting sun is like blood.The dazzling yellow light was mixed with a touch of shocking crimson, just like the red blood of thousands of people on the battlefield, enchanting and beautiful.

The weapon was thrown on the ground at will, and the blood flowed unscrupulously.There are corpses all around, and there is no breath of living people.

Dark clouds hissed and cut through the thunder and lightning in the sky, and the blood-red smell permeated the ruins that were silent for a moment but noisy.The wailing and sword shadows that had just dissipated bloomed in the wind again, the piled up remains were hideous and terrifying, and the heavy breath made people almost suffocate.At that time, half of the remaining soldiers on both sides had died, and the leaders on both sides were exhausted and resolute. The ultimate decisive battle between the fairy world and the demon world was already a bloody tragedy and catastrophe.