Urban Young Fairy

Zheng Qiuzhen is silent.

Qinglong said this and did not continue to talk about it.

He watched Zheng Qiuqi standing there, and suddenly wanted to reach out and look at her head, just like it was ten years ago.

However, his palm hovered in the air, but it was too late to fall, and eventually he recovered his hand.

"Let's go back."

Qinglong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I shouldn't have appeared, but if you can, let him listen to his mother's words, don't go to Yanjing."

"If you don't meet it, you can forget it. If he really knows the things behind him, the young man's heart, plus his talent, may not be angry, ask his mother. Fair."

"But it is difficult to be fair. Moreover, this kind of thing, there is no right or wrong, but the world is only a hundred years old, so that he can feel peace of mind when his Lin Jiuxuan, Wei Zhen Pu Hai, and Puhai live together for a lifetime. And stability."

"What is the regret of the world's swaying, where you can rest?"

Qinglong faintly opened, the line of sight finally left a moment of nostalgia on the face of Zheng Qiuzhen, and then he finally turned his head.

He stepped forward and stepped out of the end of the road. The gourd in his hand was high, the sake went into the throat, and the bamboo sword swayed gently in the waist.

"Where are you going next?"

Zheng Qiuyi saw that Qinglong was about to leave, and his mind was turning back thousands of times. He couldn’t help but ask.

"in bad mood."

"Go to the island."

"The first sword of the island killing,"

"The first cloud sword."

The light sound of Qinglong stayed, and then one foot stepped on it, and it floated like a god, and disappeared without a trace.

The first of the hidden dragon four holy, Qinglong.

No one knows that his strongest combat power is geometry, and he does not know where his realm is repaired.

I only know that the person he wants to kill will die under the sword.

Zheng Qiuqi stood in the same place, the sun was falling, his face was slightly pale, biting his red lips, and his face could not tell the complexity.

One day today.

What time is it next time?

"Life can be a few decades."

"Qinglong, I have been waiting for you for ten years."

Zheng Qiuqi muttered to himself.

That year, Qinglong has not yet become a dragon.

That year, she was seventeen years old.

That year, Qinglong was ordered by the people to enter Zhenghai, Puhai, to inquire about Zheng Jiayun.

Later, Zheng Qiuqi, who came to see it in the first place, has passed the decade.

Qinglong Cheng Qinglong.

Zheng Qiuqi is no longer the 17-year-old Zheng Qiuzhen.

"Autumn, this name is a bit worse, Qiu Qifang knows death, this is the shackles of Qiuqiu, but it is not in the winter, but don't be afraid, there is me, autumn can't go, winter can't come, you can't die."

"Autumn, what kind of person do you like?"

"Autumn, you like that kind of knight master?"

"Autumn, I am actually very powerful. One day, I can let the whole of China know my name."

"Autumn, I didn't brag, I didn't lie to you. I am really a master, a master higher than the entire high-rise building in Puhai."

"Autumn, I came to Puhai, it is the life of the people, ask Zheng Jiayun's current situation, if there is no sound, then it will be considered."

"Autumn, I have something to do, killing an individual."

"Autumn, I have to go, go back to the hidden dragon, become the position of Qinglong, and climb to the top of China."

"Autumn, I want to be with you, but I can't give up my mission."

"Autumn, today, I am Qinglong, as a green dragon, since I am the backbone of China, I hold up a day."

"Autumn, call me when I am in danger, I will protect you."

In the past, it echoed in Zheng Qiu’s mind.

At that time, she was kept in her mind for a word, and she did not forget it for many years.

She often stays in a daze, remembering the young boy who was also very young, and suddenly self-deprecating that she was too naive, and made the man’s words a promise, thinking that he would practice his promise.

For many years, she did not press the number, and then went to Huaqing to study, and worked as a student for four years under the door of Gu Chujie, the mathematics department of Huaqing University.

In the past four years, Zheng Qiuqi has seen the green shirt more than once, and he saw him standing in the treetops, hidden in the roof, and hidden in the street shop, boasting himself.

But he did not appear before her, she did not take the initiative to find.

Either anger or anger, or a little bit of heart can not tell the emotions.

Dissatisfied with his sudden parting in the past, Zheng Qiuyu waited for four years in Huaqing.

In the four years, Qinglong killed a day in the sword.

In the past four years, she concentrated on studying under Gu Chujie.

Four years later, Qinglong Weizheng China.

Four years later, she packed her luggage in the dormitory, packed up the desk, took the admission notice from Harvard's graduate students, left a letter, went abroad, and left Yanjing.

After she left, she listened to the dormitory and said that she had left her forefoot and had a green shirt on her hind foot. She went to the dormitory and took her letter.

Only one sentence is left in the letter.

"Wait for four years, you don't come out, I won't wait for you."

"I'm leaving."

"Goodbye, Xiao Jianhan."

Three sentences, a few words, falling in the human world, seems to be nothing.

Juan Xiu’s handwriting is as old as the lover’s entanglement.

Qinglong's real name is Xiao Jianhan, who can be a Qinglong from the Qinglong. The world only remembers the Qinglong, not the so-called Xiao Jianhan.

Only a woman in the world, for Xiao Jianhan these three words, do not forget for many years.

Xu is, she was on the plane to leave the country, turned back to the moment, and also saw the green shirt hidden in the sea, looked up at the face of heaven.

It is only between the whole world and the countless worlds that are not worn.

After all, it is love and not, and my heart is flawed.

Zheng Qiuqi stood in the same place and looked at the road that was no longer shadowed.

The wind is bleak.

She closed her eyes, tears rained, and could not be herself.

There are 30,000 words in the world, and only love words are the most murderous.

One word of love ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to the dead party.

Not far away, the Qinglong, who should have left, was hidden behind the trees, and he leaned back against the old trees and looked up at the sky.

"Autumn, I owe you."

"If one day, Lin Jiuxuan does not listen to persuasion and insists on entering Beijing."

"I can promise you and protect him for a one-off life."

Qinglong muttered to himself, and in his arms, a letter was inserted obliquely.

In those years, he did not expect it, and he never left his collection.

When you think about it, you have to take it out.

睹物思人.

Qinglong listened to Zheng Qiu’s whispering sound behind him, and did not show up, standing quietly.

The wind blew gently, and the clouds floated slowly from the sky. In the jungle not far away, you could hear the sound of birds singing and screaming.

There are lovers in the world who can't be married.

Who can say that he can be the fish of the net?

It took a long time.

When Zheng Qiuzhen finished his mood, he turned and left.

Qinglong has just stepped on and walked away.

Going this way, go to the island country and kill the first Yunjian one.

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