Winning the Male Lead

The sky is getting late, the old servant is coming, there is no me to use Meng Le Tian, ​​and the cold month is still adding ancient mirror. Lotte does not care, the wind is in this long time, first come back first.

Iron moon cream is undoubtedly not coming out, there is only snow on the table without me with Meng Le Tian.

It's too much to eat, the snow is not my heart, seeing him to eat fragrant, the appetite is slightly better, barely eat, unconsciously, I will start looking at Meng Le Tian.

Lotte is drinking soup, and the cold is not the secret of the snow without my deep eyes, and immediately began to cough.

Snow is no, I am busy trying to tapping his back.

Lotte put his hand, tough: "Nothing."

He coughed with his face, looked at the snow that tapping his back without me, the eyes of the beads, including a little unexpected, snowless, the face was slowly red, and the hand of Meng Le Tian gradually stopped the action. After receiving the hand, there was a long cough.

Lock on the system: "Do he like me?"

The system is sharp: "You don't do your own love!"

Lotte: "Yes ..." He still does not stimulate the system.

Lotte smashed the nose: "Snow brother, don't you eat?"

The snow didn't have a chopsticks in the eyes of Mengleian, "Eat."

Lotte: This guy definitely likes him.

Lotte has a chopsticks to give him a meat. "Take more, your face is not good."

Snow didn't look at the piece of meat in the bowl, and I was touched again, and Meng Le Tianshi was so good, he got a non-division.

Look at the snow without me, I took the chopsticks, I shaken slightly, picking the eyebrows.

Although the cold moon villa is not big enough, it is not small, the lottery and the snow are all living next door.

Lotte lies in bed silently exposing a smile.

System: "What are you laughing?"

Lotte: "I remember happy things."

System: It usually makes this elephant happy thing usually will not make it too happy.

Snow is really gentle, like he likes to be a person who shouldn't like it, what do he do? Lian Xiang wants to smile and disappeared again. How do he feel that snow will give up?

The other snow is not asleep, he is lying on the couch, looking at the top of the account in a daze.

Meng Le Tian ...

There was these three words in the snow without my mind. He thought that I thought I felt happy.

Iron Moon Cream should be the same as her teacher.

Meng Le Tian is a very good person, there is no side of the snow, there is a little smile on the face, and the smile is slightly bitter, so the good Meng Le Tian only likes women ...

There is no lying in the snow, sitting up.

Silver white sword is inserted in the ground, the pen is straightforward, and the snow doesn't look at his sword. His name is strange to him. Only this sword makes him peace of mind, and there is no me to pull up. The sword, the eyes are cold, he is going to find the cold month asking a clear, what is the person.

After getting ancient mirror, I got ancient miracions, and the outlet on the back was enough. He studied it. He was full of immersed in it. He didn't find that there was no snow, but he had quietly appeared in the house, until the silver sword light toward him Flashing, he lifted his head, I saw that the snow standing in the dark was not me, immediately scared to suck a cold, "you ... you do ..."

Snow is no way directly: "You know me."

The cold month is inexplicably: "Of course, how many weapons you ruined, how can I not know you."

Snow is not my way: "I ruined your weapon?"

The cold moon look is a bit weird. "Snow is not me, this fifteen years are you cultivate what evil work, I am a big change."

fifteen years!

He ... is there a whole fifteen years in the coffin?

Snow is not in my mind, whispering: "I haven't remember many of the past."

The cold moon is tongue, and then suddenly realizes: "I can't, I said how you only see murderous and kill."

Snow is ourselood: "I ... I really like to kill?"

The cold month did not expect that the unparallert of the whole rivers and lakes will ask such a problem, and the snow is nothing my handsome face, and the half of the face is not in the dark, and the semi-semi-semi-semi-timered appearance is a feeling of faint.

The cold month touched a beard, looked at the eyes without me, his favorite thing is the weapon, the snow is nothing, the soldiers I fall in the world, the cold and bloodthirsty of the weapon are full of enthusiasm. Unlike others, there is no pure fear of snow, and the cold month is very happy.

"You don't like to kill," the cold month touched the beard slowly, "you are born for killing."

Snow is not my back in a cold.

The cold month slowly: "When you challenge the masters of all major swords in the rivers and lakes, your swordsman is too high, no one is your opponent, how many swordsman die in your hand, I found the sword without a handle Your sword will fight against a trick. "The cold month sighed," I thought you would kill all swordsmen. I didn't expect that you suddenly disappeared, otherwise it will only be left under this day. You have a swordsman. "

Snow is not listening quietly. "I didn't do anything else in addition to killing."

In the cold month, I thought about it: "You have always been gods, how do I know what you will do in addition to killing, you always don't send it, many people think that you are dumb."

Snow is no me, how can he be dumb? He likes to talk to Meng Le Tian. If you don't say a few hundred sentences one hundred sentences, it seems that I haven't said that this life is like ...

The face of snow is suddenly stiff.

"To be honest, you are really a very mysterious figure, where you come, you, why do you want to challenge those swordsmen, everyone doesn't know you," The cold month is gone, "even There are very few people who have seen it in your appearance. "

There is no light sound: "Then I should not have friends."

"Friends?" The cold month almost didn't spray. "How can you have friends?"

Snow is not slight, slowly hanging down, in the cold month curious question, 'You disappeared in the fifteen years of evil, how to face it, he turned and walked out of the room.

Push the door of the village, Meng Le Tianzheng stands under the moonlight, and the face is gentle and smile.

Snow is not my footsteps.

Lotte smiled: "I can't sleep, I want to find Mr. Hanyue to play, I didn't expect that we thought of a piece."

Snow is very ugly. His handsome face has been slightly gloomy, and the murder is immediately covered. He has not responded. He didn't respond, avoiding Meng Le Tian's eyes, migraine to leave, Meng Le Tian took a hand, "Snow brother, drink a cup?"

The cold moon mountain is located in the hug of the mountains. Meng Le Tian and the snow are not drinking on the roof. It is a charming mountains.

Lotte smiled: "I have wanted to drink alcohol on the roof, but unfortunately, no one is accompanying, a person drinks too lonely."

Snow is not I have a blue green pot, and it is silently.

The music is biased, there is no expression on the face of the snow, and the cold is alone. This pair is quite energetic with the unparallerts of the rumors.

"Xue brother." Lotte sounds.

Snow is no longer looking up, and the eyes are reflected in Mengleian's face. He barely smiled, "I ... no one is drinking with me."

Lotte lips, put down the wine pot, "Snow brother, what kind of person do you care about you?"

There is no me, "If you don't care, it is impossible." The person is a person consisting of patchwork for a period of time. His past is himself, people are alive, will not care about what they are. .

Lotte drunk a wine, "So you know now, you may be a person who kills people who don't blink, what do you do?"

Snow is no silence, watching the lying pot cracking pattern, whisper: "I don't know."

Is that person really him? The cold month seems to have no reason to deceive him, and his faint approximately seems to touch a little memory in the blood mist.

In addition to bloody flavor, there is a wind, cry, heavy flying, there are many sounds, but there is no laughter, or the voice of him talking to people.

How can people like him think that they have friends?

There is no photo of the hook and put a pot of wine, throw the kink, and pull the sword on the moonlight.

The moon dance sword should be a very elegant thing, and the snow is nothing to sweep the next block without my sword wind. Whether it is trees or buildings.

His sword is a murderous sword.

Snow is no one, I understand this sad fact, he raised the sword, standing on the roof, looking at the moon, suddenly I want to laugh.

He trust himself to believe that he is snow without me, but he is indeed snow.

Snow is not laughing in two, laughing, with the wind discharging.

Lotte satide and said softly: "Snow brother"

I didn't look back, I was cold, and my eyes were cold.

Lotte is in vitious: "You have crowd the pavilion of the cold month, this Zhuang is all old and sick, about no one will be repaired, will you do Wattong?"

Snow is not my look, and the murder is quiet.

When I shook my head, I went to drink a wine. I won't be my Snow on the snow. "Even if you are the most powerful swordsman, you will be in the ear tomorrow. Iron moon frost is a long boxing, saying that she can help you, but she is now in her uncle, a woman who falls into the Internet, I advise you still, or you come. "

The breeze blew his Ufa, Yinshi Youth is helpless in the moonlight, and the eyes are smiling, what murdere, what is past, there is no one in his eyes, I only see himself, pure himself, floral green green The patch clothes, which makes an ordinary sword that even the sword sheath.

The snowless my heart suddenly calm, he reached out to Meng Le Tian, ​​"Meng Xiong."

"What to do?" Musician smiled and gave him his hand and got it.

There is no milesty in the snow, and the Meng Le Tian is in his arms, whispered: "No matter what kind of person I have passed, I will be friends with you."

Lotte tapped his back, "I love my people in love with the big people, there is you, who dares to bully me, your friend I pay, don't want to open me in this life. "

There is no my heart, I didn't ask Meng Le Tian, ​​just bite his neck directly, and the Lotte shouted, and he said: "You can re-consider it ..."

"Mother! Whoever destroyed the pavilion!" Head came from the voice of the old servant. Lotte busy opened the snow without me jumping out the roof. He looked straight into his room and laughed. Out of the sound, I have been laughing through the snow, smiling: "How? Do you think about it."

There is also an old servant's scream, he is about wakes up the rest of the servant, and you will pick up it.

The snow didn't listen to the outside of the outside, looked at the smile of Meng Le Tian, ​​and suddenly rushed into a impulse, leaned over the lips who laughed in Meng Le Tian.

Meng Le Tian's lips stale.

Snow is not flashing, looking at him, leaned over in Meng Le Tian's stiff face.