vampire knight witch of thorns

Nature follows their beliefs permanently.The old people will leave, and everything will start all over again.He smiled and gave himself a gesture of encouragement, only to notice the girl in blue standing under the pile of stones and looking at him.She was wrapped in a blue windbreaker, and she didn't feel cold at all, with an elegant and quiet look on her delicate face.The boy behind her was wearing a gray overcoat with a hunter's long knife on his back.

"We are here to say goodbye to you, Chairman Heizhu." The girl standing in front spoke first. She raised her hand, and the silver in her hand had already landed firmly in the hands of Heizhu Huiyan. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the Silver Rose Lock once given to Xingye Yueli.

"Then little Moli is going to a far away place?" He made a frustrated look, his long and narrow golden eyes narrowed slightly under the lens, but there was just enough gentleness in his eyes.That is the junior of the Jiulan family, with the same obsession as Jiulan Shuli.

The girl raised her hands, and the long ponytail tied up with blue ropes carried youthful vitality. She raised the corners of her mouth, showing the smile of a girl of the right age.

"Ah, yes. I also want to take my servant, replace him, and travel to every corner of the world." I will replace him, feeling the loneliness and loneliness that have been waiting for thousands of years, and one day we will be in the snow. Meet again in the day.

She smiled softly, but pursed her lips and said nothing.The black master Hui Yan understood what she meant, he watched the girl turn around from a distance, pass through the big black iron gate, and walk out of this corner of the imprisoned world.Behind her, the young little blood race followed her closely, dragging the suitcase and chasing after her.Occasionally he stopped to play and fight, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes.

The world is fine, the sky is as blue and beautiful as ever, and the girl's shadow is stretched long under the setting sun.In the snow, on a desolate dead branch, a crimson plum blossom quietly blooms, with a passionate gesture like a flame.He suddenly remembered that during the burial that day, the blood-stained girl knelt in front of the sleeping boy's ice coffin, uttering such tender oaths.

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