Cloud GL

Du Tianqing packed her bags for her, but she refused. She said, where did the sons and daughters of the world get their clothes?Du Tianqing didn't force her, but just gave her some banknotes and told her to be careful on the way.

At this moment, she has arrived at Qinglong Valley, the sky is gloomy, there is heavy rain in an instant, the mountains in the distance are also fainted into overlapping peaks, and the outlines cannot be distinguished, and the eastern sky is covered with layers of fog, dumb and parting.

Ran Ling still didn't come back, and she also asked Du Tianqing, but Du Tianqing looked blank, saying that she had never seen her before.She believed it, because Du Tianqing is an ordinary person, how can he take away the most precious thing, Ran Ling, from his body?

There are a few strong horses at the post station in the distance. They lower their heads, gnaw the hay slowly, and sometimes shake off the rainwater on their heads, walk a few steps slowly, and move backwards, stuffing their huge bodies into the small horses. Ting came out again after a while, his eyes were wide open and clear.

She thought that if she really didn't get home, she had only been around for ten years, so how could she compare to those who have practiced for thousands of years...

There is also loss, and there is also decadence, blended in the bottom of my heart, like glazed patterns.

People in coir raincoats all around hurried past with their heads bowed.

In the whole world, I was alone in a trance.

Confused, helpless, without direction.

It's just like this... The rain dripped from the top of the head, kneading the hair strands together, and scattered them like splashed ink.

Splashing ink...?That's why she felt strange.

No wonder the faces of the previous people were the same, but their hair...how did it change color?

While thinking back and forth, her thoughts were fixed on that woman in Qijue... She was the only one who touched her head in a few days.Did you touch your head too much... She subconsciously put her hand on top of her head, and the rain also trickled down her arm and into her clothes.Who is that woman... Besides, the seven days have already passed, and the person from Qijue...has he been here?

Thinking about it, she felt that her face was wet, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

When you are young, the glory is not there, and the fate is drifting away in the tent.

Passengers travel tens of thousands of miles, and heroes are buried in barren tombs.

She felt wronged, knelt down and hugged her head, speechless.

I think it's because she doesn't understand, and only when she is young, can she bear the burden, it's bone-chilling.