Perhaps the incident with Wu Ping Cheng had triggered Feng Siming too deeply, and the change in Feng Siming was something that no one had expected.
He began to change from a graceful young man to a schemer.
It was a strange feeling.
It was as strange as a child who had grown up overnight after a blow.
Something seemed to have changed. It also seemed like nothing had changed.
It was still the same wind from that year.
It carried the smell of blood as it blew in all directions. It carried an endless killing intent as it silently brushed past.
He was born with arrogance, and he did not allow Feng Siming to let go of the burden in front of him.
Even if he was forced to go to Liangshan, as long as he was still a man, he would bear this burden.
The soil that he had to hold on to was right under his feet.
As long as he didn't give up until death, the whole world would be satisfied.
It was an expression passed down from generation to generation.
I should wash away the lead.
The ancient moonlight on his palm and his smile revealed the desolation in his heart.
No matter how difficult the world was, he always remembered that he was a descendant of Yan Huang.
On the beacon, the setting sun that occupied the land remembered that his name was Yan Huang.
Time quietly flowed beside Broken Blade.
Twelve chapters of the pattern of distant sacrifice to the four.
He remembered how he looked like when he was born a dragon.
Killing one is a sin, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.
Then let me lead this group of heroes and be the hero among the heroes. So what if the world is in turmoil?
Those who stand in the way will be killed, those who betray will be killed, and those who rebel will be killed. Betrayers, killed.
Since it's already broken, I'm sure you don't mind adding fuel to the fire.
Chaos, let him be completely chaotic.
I, Feng Siming, have never been a good person, and I won't be stupid enough to become a saint for you.
I'm not that great.
Then, if you want to be with me, you have to be prepared to die.
Qingcheng, I want you to be my only true love in this world. Even the Grim Reaper can't take your life away.
There was only one person in this world.
Don't ask me who I'm proud of, who I'm hiding with, it's too late for me, I just want to fly at will, rain with my dreams
Put your heart on the cloud, follow the cloud and walk, follow the cloud and think, accept all the thoughts, the heart follows the returning geese far away, sit a little and listen to the late anvil, it is not in vain that the autumn is boundless, the dream has knowledge
A never-ending battle.
The wind wrote down the wishes of this life, and the dream recorded the vows of this life.
Longzhong, I, Feng Siming, am here.
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