It's just a "dead" sentence to deal with

What's more, she doesn't even like Emei stab

Emei stab made a low cry in his hand, like crying again. It didn't expect that even if it changed a more beautiful flower shape, the owner would not like it anymore

Shen Jiuli looks at the figure of Ning Xuemo who is far away. His eyes light moves. Finally, his body shape gradually disappears and follows him quietly.

……

Ningxuemo was in a bad mood after he was put out of the weapon shop. The past always flowed out uncontrollably. When he saw the Emei stab, his memories were as turbulent as the flood of the sluice gate. The curtain was a beautiful and warm picture

But the past, after all, is the past.

The warmth of that time, to this day, is just a joke.

The good mood that was usually hidden began to surge, which made her have an impulse to destroy everything.

Ning Xuemo walks on the street of the old country, looking at the exquisite pavilions on both sides, trying to suppress the desire for destruction. I don't know when there is a drizzle in the sky. Passers-by is in a hurry with a small umbrella. As Ning Xuemo so leisurely walk in the street but less.

Ning Xuemo also bought a pale blue paper umbrella and walked slowly with it. She wandered around and walked on the Valentine's bridge unconsciously. Looking at the concentric locks on the bridge, looking at the names of a pair of concentric locks, she slightly hooked her lips, showing a light smile, and did not know whether she was laughing at herself or others.

Her fingers slipped slowly through the copper locks, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, white as jade stopped on a jade lock.

Ning Xuemo's fingers paused and silently raised the beautiful jade lock. She looked at the jade lock for a long time, but there was no emotion on her face, but there were waves in her eyes.

Looking at the two beautiful names above, Ning Xuemo's hand is slightly shaking.

Ning Xuemo, God Jiuli. There is also a heart in the middle that stands for love.

Ha ha.

Ning Xuemo stares at the jade lock and falls into the trap of memory.

At that time, the God Jiuli had not lost his memory. He took her to visit the old country and passed the lover bridge.

"Great God, shall we also write our names on it? Please be lucky. " Ning Xuemo bought a bronze lock and was about to carve it with a small carving knife.

The lock fell into the water as soon as the sleeve of God Jiuli brushed.

"You!" Ning Xuemo glares.

God Jiuli looked at her coolly, and suddenly put a thing in her hand. Ning Xuemo opened his hand, and saw a crystal clear jade lock that flowed quietly in her hand.

"God nine Li voice rings in ear:" that is too ugly

Ning Xuemo: "..."

The great God is worthy of being the great God. Everything should be the best

She carves the names of two people together with a big heart.

Ning Xuemo locks the lock on the bridge and looks at the jade lock with great concern.

Will someone steal the lock made of such a peerless jade and lock it on this bridge

Shen Jiuli's fingers moved, and the white light on the jade lock flashed, becoming the same as the common copper lock.

Ning Xue Mo looks at Jiuli silently, and God Jiuli returns to her with a puzzled look.

What's wrong with him setting an eternal border on this lock?

Ning Xuemo takes a look at the jade lock, which is slightly funny. Even if the bridge collapses, the lock binds it