Dragon-Marked War God

The east is the mountain, the west is the sea, the northern is surrounded by the Chifeng, and the south is the smog.

Eight thousand miles of Dongling, 100,000 miles of the West Sea, vertical and horizontal gallop, aura around the mountains and sea.

The snow falls flat, the five fingers are the peak, the Dongshan flowers bloom all over the place, and the top of the ice is like a sculpture.

The blizzard shot the white deer in a row, laughing at the book and leaning against the tourmaline!

A man with a long bow, smiling, holding a white flower elk, set foot on the ice and snow.

The surrounding snow was scattered, and it was not able to fall on him. It was like a rainbow shadow, and it was hollow. Staring at the snow and ice all over the mountains, my heart is full of domineering.

The man is nine feet long, with a sleek smile, handsome and handsome, and a furry cotton coat. It is very warm, but it doesn't look heavy. His eyes are bright and simple, and he is full of momentum.

"I am coming, sister."

The man volleyed and fell on the iceberg. A woman dressed in white, a white dress, a thin shirt, let the cold wind pierce the thin, the heart is like water, just like the integration of the heavens and the earth, the cold face, the lonely scorpion, leaning The country's allure, let the snow fall on the face, the dust is not dyed, just like the unique goddess of this time, out of the mud and not dyed, clear and not demon.

The woman's eyes are indifferent. It seems that everything in this world can't make her move. This ancient sky can't make her new love.

"Sister, what do you think of this? This white flower elk, I personally knocked it down for you, made a clothes, it must be very warm."

The man seems to have become accustomed to the attitude of the woman, and the mouth is still with a tireless smile.

"I don't like to kill."

The woman sighed and shook her head.

The man scratched his head and seemed to be awkward. He smiled bitterly:

"Sorry, Sister. I want you to wear a little warmer."

In the eyes of Jun Juncong, there was a disappointment in his eyes and he whispered.

"If the heart is cold, wear more, what is the use?"

The woman smiled lightly, but it was not like a smile, it was more like a self-deprecation and a sigh.

"But at least you can keep your body warm if you don't need aura to keep out the cold."

Jun Juncong insisted.

"Even if you wear more, it will not help."

The woman said indifferently.

"Why don't you look at me more? Sister, aren't I good enough? I still don't love you enough? Or am I still not working hard enough?"

Jun Juncong said unwillingly, but the woman did not say a word, silently staring into the distance, looking indifferent, flashing eyes, every time the dusk, she will be here.

I still remember that when I left, the tears in my eyes were heartbroken, and there was a illusion of tears burning in the darkness. The horizon at dusk had never said goodbye, but it was already different.

"There are countless days of petite women, for me to go through the fire, but I am indifferent, because I only have you in my heart, from the moment I saw you at the first sight, I have already determined that this life, I am not you."

Yan Juncong’s gaze gazing at the woman in the city, how many years have passed, he has not been able to shake her heart, and his efforts have never stopped, but the result is that she refuses to look at herself more. For Jun Juncong, it is too bitter and too tired, but his own efforts, he will not give up.

"No matter who you love, who is the one who loves you, between the heavens and the earth, the one who loves you the most, is always me, my sister, I will let you see, above the state of the land, I am Jun Cong, It is the man of the top, the first person!"

Jun Juncong looks grim and meticulous. He does not believe in his true heart. He can't touch her for decades.

"You are a good person, you are also very good, but we are not suitable, brother, you still die this heart, I have never wanted to ask my children personally, I am not worthy of your seriousness."

The woman shook her head and said that her eyes were clear and watery, and there was no feeling of a little bit, just like the same Wang Lingquan.

In this world, she has long forgotten the forefront, and her heart is like water, so she can be heartless when she confronts Jun Juncong. There are so many excellent women in the world, and there is not much of her.

In the face of Yan Juncong's love, she is powerless to return to the sky, but he is so persistent, but unfortunately, the king has the heart and the gods have no dreams, the flowers are intentionally flowing, and they are not a person of the world.

However, Jun Juncong shook his head, and his eyes were still incomparably persistent.

Like a person, love a person, no reason, no matter when, no choice to let go, and treat him as a teacher, this is the case, let alone flowers, I only need one, let the weak water three thousand, I only Take a scoop!

"If I have said what Jun Cong said, I have never failed. I have been here. For the first time, someone refused me. Even if those people are beautiful again, they will be charming to me. To me, It’s just a red powder, and you’re different. When you appear in my life, I can’t help myself. I fell in love with you. Even though you’re silent, I’ve never been smiling, but I still can’t. Control yourself, because you are the brilliance of my life. With you, my world is wonderful enough. Sister, I know that you may not have me in my heart, but one day, I will make you fall in love with me. I will let you know that no one in this world loves you more than I do."

Jun Juncong took a deep breath and loved a person. It was so difficult. But since I love it, there is no regrets, no change, and this life is unchanged!

The woman is still indifferent, without a half-shake, and her feet are in the air, as if she is in harmony with the heavens and the earth.

"I want to let this day, can't cover my words, I want to let this land, I know how much I love you, my sister, one day, I must get yours."

Jun Juncong clenched his fists tightly, his face was extremely gloomy. He had never been so rejected. Countless days of the beautiful girl, she was regarded as a mustard, but her face was completely lost in front of her. It’s like a tireless child, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and Hushan, and the people who are bruised and bruised are destined to be one.

"I don't believe, anyone who loves you more than I is better than me. If there is, I will kill him because he is not qualified to live on this stone step."

Jun Juncong said faintly, a pair of eagle eyes, arrogant to the sky, no one dared to look at it.

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

The sound was deafening, and the bells that sounded thousands of miles sounded.

When the bell rings, there must be something big!

Yan Juncong's eyes were slightly closed, turning between them, and rushing toward the mountainside of the 800-mile iceberg. In his huge and vast mountainside, there were three big characters written in the mountains: Shan Haizong!