C62 (2/2)
Chaxianyu! I'll be waiting for you!
Chaxianyu! Don't get hurt! Eat well!
The wind that was at the beginning of summer blew with light, the emerald green forest stood still, the clouds swayed, the boy's figure that was chasing after them along the road became smaller and smaller, further and further away. Half of Chaxianyu's body almost peeked out of the carriage.
The sunlight was particularly dazzling at that moment as the skin on her face burned with the pain of licking tears and the wind whistled. Suddenly, she heard an especially clear cry that was accompanied by a sobbing sound, which pierced through the endless forest.
Chaxianyu! I like you! I'll wait for you... Like me, too!
”Crash ~ ~ ~”
Chaxianyu raised her head, and a small flower carrying a faint fragrance floated up along with the wind as it flew towards the tip of her nose, floating back and forth until it landed on top of her blue skirt.
The flower looked like a small star with five round horns, the pink powder was translucent and the stamen was golden. At the moment, Wu Zhiya was reading a book, and another flower had fallen onto the title page of the book.
A song be sing In the ear of the children when they play In innocence and innocence
He had only left for three winters, yet he had matured in the summer and had confided in the flowers.
In the early years of the year, the ball and banana trees are as they were intended to be.
As the years go by, so does the sun and the sun.
Chrysanthemum, representing first love.
Another summer season.” A thick, rusty lock of the cold and damp water prison was covered in yellow talismanic symbols of demonic beast blood. The entire prison was covered in a golden, bell-like barrier of soul power. A woman in a thin, bloodstained skirt, with a faint white background, her bare legs and arms bound in heavy iron chains, her head down on the edge of the wall, her head still, the dungeon silent and dark except for a narrow three-latticed iron window above her head that let in a faint light.
An incomplete flower inadvertently flew in along the wind, just like a light cherry white snowflake slowly descending.
The woman's eyelashes twitched as she struggled, wanting to reach out to touch the flower on the ground. With a muffled clank, the chain stretched taut. Her fingers slashed in vain … It was just as he had expected.
She closed her eyes and searched her memory for the song. His thick black hair covered a hole in his chest that oozed blood. In this immobile hell, he must have thought of something blissful and even revealed a peaceful smile like a baby's.
The door of the dungeon was wrenched open, and a tall figure approached step by step, stamping his feet against the cold tiles. The woman turned a deaf ear to him. She closed her eyes and hummed a song. 'Xia mature.' Flowers to pour out.
The person who had arrived at the dungeon stopped and snapped his fingers. Then, he instantly passed through the iron door and layers of enchantments, appearing in front of the woman.
He took out an unwashed blood stained dagger and extended his arm to grab the woman's weak throat with ease, lifting her up into the air! He pressed himself against the wall and leaned close to the woman's ear, breathing heavily. Little Phoenix, I am here to take today's blood.
The wind of early summer was soft, as if it had been grilled, but not hot enough. It was wrapped in warm sunlight as it came in through the iron windows of the dungeon, gently lifting up a white skirt — a blue butterfly that was sewn crookedly, its flapping wings inlaid with golden threads.
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