Ancient Sword Qi Tan Feng Qingxue Full Edition Sadistic Monologue Introduction
Ancient Sword Qi Tan Feng Qingxue Full Edition Sadistic Monologue Introduction:
Someone once told me that people who have no attachment to the matter of life and death,
Just because I haven't experienced a truly desperate separation yet.
As if cursing, the person I liked left me like this...
In a short life, many beautiful things have not yet been experienced.
I can't even look for his reincarnation, because—
He can't enter into samsara at all.
I wonder if there is a real art of rebirth in this world.
It doesn't have to be at the cost of harming people, I just hope that he can come back to life.
So I prayed to the great god in the temple of the Emperor,
Give me a long life like a spirit girl, and I will never be able to be reborn again.
Like him, I became an incapable person.
When I die in this life, I will also be reduced to a desolate soul.
But never regret it, never regret it,
Just like he must not have regretted it.
The first spring rain of the year, Lan Sheng and Miss Sun had their little daughter;
Xiang Ling is about to go to the land of Qingqiu; Hong Yujie never left Kunlun Mountain again.
I have traveled many, many places, and I have not been able to find the art of rebirth,
But it helped a lot of people who were having difficulties.
I think, if he were still alive,
I should be happy because of this.
I am willing to replace his eyes and see all the flowers like a golden cloud cirrus cloud Shu;
I am willing to be his feet and travel all over the world.
Year after year, I can't remember how long it took.
The passage of time gradually became blurred, and there was no news of the deceased in the distance...
I heard that in the far north,
There are looming legends about the rebirth of the dead, and I'm going to set off there.
In any case, before this life comes to an end,
I'm going to keep looking,
All the time, all the time...
One day, I will go back to the Peach Blossom Valley with Susu,
We, never separated again...
Death and life are broad, and Zi Cheng said.
Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son.