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It is said that she is dead, in fact, she is just a fake.

This is the most reasonable explanation.

And this jump is impossible to die.

So ... is she love him?

Snow is not trace, I just feel that my mouth is bloody, shattered, he looked at her belt.

The finger finally moved, then he quickly reached out, the fingertips, suddenly grabbed her belt, and pulled.

Huge internal force, breaking the wind, put her through the whole person.

Her whole person was hugged into the style of the spiers.

Her skin is cold, blown cold by the wind, the body is also stiff, but he feels that her body is unbelievable.

His lips stickers her ears, with bloody smell, which contained her hair.

"How are you going to do?"

Isn't he died? Not entangled in her.

Don't she hate him?

The snow is laughing and laughing, but the tone is crazy, "Are you because of a squid? But I am dead, my smash is dead, so you are free."

Bai Weiwei shakes, but there is no such big ability to speak.

Because the speed is too fast, the wind speed is too fast, she was buried in his arms, and the head was buried in his chest.

Snow is not trace, seeing her shivering, even the cold wind can't resist.

His eyes are finally soft and sigh.

He reached out and pressed her head and touched her hair, and bowed to cherish kiss her hair.

"I don't die, you can't free."

After finishing, he suddenly became a change, the peak of light power, and the wind.

This martial arts is fatal.

However, the internal force exchanged, the practice is the same.

He has never been defeated by people. Only he wants to die, otherwise, any difficulties are not enough to let him fall into a deadly desperate.

The snow is sorry, and she holds her shape, and she stepped on a highlighted cliff stone, the body is light as flying.

A piece of cliffs, before his majesty, it is a smooth ladder.

He hugged her and leap to the top of the mountain.

Night cool, month color clear.

Bai Weiwei was hugged into his arms and he shaked it.

She is still afraid of being dead, even dare not look up, can only die, hold his clothes, embed his head, and the ostrich is asked to see it.

Snow is not married to hear her vague and desperate whispered. "How can you die, I don't want you to die, master ..."

He stood, and his hands were more powerful to hug her.

She may be frightened, even don't know that she has to save, I am afraid.

How to fly forward, the poisonous look.

Under the moonlight, the moon is covered with snow.

His bloody face, there are a few words, lost the calm in the week, and there are many widespread gloss.

He dare not trust her.

But what she did, but forced him.

The heart is elaborate, hate, doubt, love, there should be no one, including bitter happiness stuffed.

Snow is not traceful, and it is eventually unable to ask.

Even if she didn't want her to come back, let her only curled up in her arms, not stopping.

Where don't you go.

There is no trace of snow, holding her, bowing down, kissing her top.

His look, tenderness.

The pain of the chest, the blood of the blood, and her trembling.

Let him feel very calm.

She is afraid that he is dead, but she is deliberate to provoke him, hate him, not with him.

Still, she is really hated, just to play games, and install a deep look.

He doesn't care at the moment, he just wants to hold her for a while.

Enjoy this short period of time before he died, rare warmth.

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