Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Talk about love.

Ji Xiao finally sighed: "I don't want you to give my life for me. This is too cruel to me, Xueli."

Meng Xueli met him with a deep gaze, feeling the Taoist's intentions, and seriously said: "I'm sorry."

Ji Xiao thought for a while: "I don't know what I will do next time."

"Absolutely not. Will I ask you to join me again?" Meng Xueli thought about it. This was really the worst punishment for himself.

"Do you still want to be separated?"

Meng Xueli became darker and darker: "I don't mean that ..."

He stretched out his fingertips, hooked his fingers, the latter was unmoved, and looked like a cold sword statue.

In Meng Xueli's eyes, it was like a bulging puffer fish. He was bold and stepped on to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Ji Xiao's face changed slightly.

The wind rose at night, the candles went out and the smoke drifted.

Meng Xueli sighed, alas, when it comes to the end, we still have to solve the problem with double cultivation.