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Astonishing glimpse, it seems like the water side is not real, I can not help but sense of loss. Elegant fragrance still permeates the air around me, all in the reminding us of scenes dream.
I walked up and saw the bridge hanging from a thin filament, I twist up and spread in the palm. This is a dark blue long hair, soft and smooth. Golden Sunlight began to disperse the fog of Hyun-bo bridge, my heart, no warmth of origin swept through a while.
Great ape mountain, my clear childhood memories. Mountain of the dandelion, the breeze suddenly began to Manshan fly. I chase, with a smile, innocent. That time I should not know about the war and cheap SOF gold. I stood in great apes Peak, looking ahead, for the first time that Hyun-bo pain, so lonely and empty.
Rains a black shadow of the horizon, I look to the direction of the southern bright lake, heard the Secretary for Youth surface warfare protection mad wailing call. I bolted the past, the beautiful and elegant southern bright lake, crowded with countless pairs of evil eyes, blue face duvision Nursing mad war, sculls Division retaining soldiers clamor cried, the air was filled with rotten breath.
I jump base jumping into monster, sword dance with a low whistling over mid-air, I saw the blood of their evil flying in the air, draw a perfect arc, crying, in fear of falling. Monster, a group of batches, fall, my strength is also gradyally lost. Suddenly feel good fatigue, tried of years of expeditions, several days to back and forth, in the hands of the sword began to heavy as stone.
Suddenly, the ear ring sounded, accompanied by, is a winter long stick of the wailing sound, which sounds across the sky, pierced the darkness. Long stick cold light wherever he went, countless colorful monsters who fell to ashes. I look back, not far from the towering rocks, stood a lean woman in her skin if diorskin, eyes sparkling with a touch of sadness, holding hands with a cold long stick.
In southern bright lake, on a sudden gust of wind blew her long hair dark blue wind dancing in the sun suffused with a touch of brilliance. It is her, an instant, I have set in place, no longer able to move. Residual monster who ride on the momentum heavily surrounded me. Organization, under her brow, calmly hadns the cold dragon dance stick, in the green division Nursing mad face war, protecting soldiers int eh division wielded sculls exquisite light.
All is quiet. She has stood across from me looked at my chest falling out of Ligustrum lucidum, her tears, raging out of her body, teetering. I walked quickly forward, hole her. She wait senselessly look set to me, "dust."
