Sleepwalking fall chicken slope think bosom

That year, dense smoke pall of neilingding sector fell chicken slope, flying over the haze as if to devour off all creatures. You are riding the luo, firmly, shuttling back and forth in the mountain path in, slightly back, remain under the smile of the encounter. Now, you already had such as air, XiChuan in a certain corner of the dim ShiXiao: flashy way the heavens, a few years looking?

You are not the time traveler, need not polite formality, uncomfortable; Time is you of the traveler, KeSuiZhuBian, make the best of it. Your life is brilliant, or regret? Even the grave that you may also can not know. Perhaps, you a future, but you calmly choice the inherences of struggle.

That day, in the morning, day of overcast, shu of the rugged mountains, tall and straight too ridiculous, finally can only be exceedingly sentimental cloud lazio, cut, spread out across the rugged mountain paths winding between. The bird that cry madness on weekdays, and no sign of today, only hear the distant sound of a few calls, the pale crow in the open the valley echoed a cool SouSou, only sleep. You knit a frown, forehead sparkle shone human between the aura. You know, everything seems to, or, you are behind the scenes manipulator, latent so deep.

That day, the sun finally out at noon, the head, the sun, bright as ground silver almost to luxury. "Lord Mr., please give me the luo, let me open in front of it." Your eyes flashing irresistible light. Lord Mr. Some hesitated, but finally still resolutely agreed. You are riding the luo, firmly, shuttling back and forth in the mountain path in, "Lou if it really was a good horse, like you by the trend of", you turn back, slightly under the smile of the residual encounter.

That day, in the evening, as the sun setting, you tall figure of the setting sun already die after no people. You one le le gray hair, to the end of the sky, revealing a long-lost ahead in the HanXiao. Water glasses sir once said: "the luo hinder the Lord!" The Lou seems to really doesn't know any better, casually uttered a tore heart crack lung of bellow. You smiled, still unshakeable ran to the valley of......, in the backdrop of the setting sun, you face still gaunt and lovely.

The army is still behind, arrogance, is still in the footsteps of, because the mountains is their home, a forever end-result. At the moment of sunset dyed the valley, leaving no point gap.

The army as if nothing has occurredly continue to travel forward the footsteps, mixed with the pounding, still sleek, with the breeze flying far away. The ancient road, where's end?

The setting sun lit a fire last, marking the sunset dies.

You looked up and down, the mouth cape lookout phoenix rise slightly, seems to brief encounter. Scattered hair silk dance in the breeze, gently sweep the brow, you laugh, waiting for a meteor and remember.

At that exact moment between, the arrows qi fa, like a shooting star sky,

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Instantly, such as you by general, all is over.

Just remember you slightly back, residual encounter. Under smile Your soul, the rising in the breeze wafted the end of the road, carrying the thoughts to fly to the great river north and south, where's your house?

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Everything is a no ending of the nightmare, as time dies in faraway places.

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