She held the battleaxe and thought she was the God of War.
But I pulled her
I just won't let her go
She chose to slaughter
I hurriedly pull
This is my stubborn kindness and ugliness
I pulled her
It's a little too much
She's tired from carrying the axe
I just want her to rest
I care about her in every possible way, and the axe is all broken
But I'm still pulling, it's not wrong
Your giving up or persistence is our war
Who can win
Who can live with a smile?
I'm still pulling her
It's a kind of giving up and torture for the impossible
The world is really big
None of us can conquer
The world is really big
Without our territory
So it's really hard for me to say lovesickness for writing
The rain is falling, I'm very upset
I don't want to write anymore, I want to lie flat
It's completely against my original purity of love
The bowl was washed just now, but I forgot to wipe the dirty floor.
I'm scratching my ears and cheeks thinking about it until my scalp explodes
Snowflakes keep falling, my white hair looks old
84,000 convenient methods, I can't code a few useful words
I really want to kill myself and drag you down with me
Rain falls outside the window
It woke me up from my dream
But then I saw her axe come down
Ruthless women are the most charming
In order to write this, I forced myself to say that I miss her
I have a new destination, waiting to die
Whipping her corpse for profit
So I showed my ability to kill gods
It's something I've been hiding from her for a long time
Or the things that only show when you lose her
Cut off the head of the God of War for a great sacrifice
You will forgive me, right, Little Sister Qian-Er? Brother Luoluo said.
Please take a closer look. Her head has no emotions, her short hair doesn't flutter, she doesn't speak, and her eyes don't emit light. Her shell hides in the darkness and cries silently with her neck, but all that flows out is blood.
At this moment, the aurora tore through the night sky and appeared on the battlefield. I held her head and looked at the smoke and fire. Everyone threw away their weapons and armor and fled in panic, as if I had disturbed their battle.
I think I should be dead
Otherwise, why would he do this?
I am the child of the night
The aurora was Qianqian's funeral, the fireworks didn't mean anything.
But your axe cuts iron like mud, and our love is in eternal night, baby.
Your head will still shed heartbroken tears
But in my eyes it's a trap
Trying to make me sad
He wanted me to stride forward and kill me at all possible opportunities. The horizon where the aurora appeared reflected the green snow, like a bubble bursting. However, I still wore the face or mask that I liked. Tears flowed down the corners of my mouth, bringing up the beauty of memories. You still held my hand. It can't erase the love we once had. If there's anything wrong with you, it's that no one can replace you. I still remember the cold hug you gave me, and the parting hurt me again, but it won't happen again. There won't be a next time. If you could see the aurora right now, I would definitely pray to Buddha again and again to let lotuses bloom around you. But how would I know that Buddha is just duckweed? Another year had passed, and the romantic atmosphere had aged. These are like rags. I sew and mend them. I don't know if I can sell them for a good price. I abandoned you, just like that, and when you needed me the most. All of this is fake, but you always ask me what is real. Meeting, falling in love, killing each other, this is our destiny.
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