The next morning, on the highest rock in the Biluo Forest, stood a golden lion, and the sun shone on it after the snow had stopped, and in its miraculous brilliance, it raised its proud head and looked out somewhere in the air.In the jungle, a group of men and women with bows and arrows in their hands ran at high speed."
It's him who I saw it ten years ago" The old man in the lead, walking like a fly.In the eyes of the lion, familiar faces appeared one after another.More good-looking novels for free, oh the last one, is the father.He didn't have the excitement of others, and his two sword eyebrows were tightly locked.Looking at them, the lion quietly lowered his head and calmly waited.I hummed a song in my heart.Elsewhere in the forest, he sat quietly on a snowy spruce and unwrapped the gift she had given him.It was the painting he left that day.It's just that, after the few words he wrote, there are a few more rows of juanxiu's small words If we meet and you forget the lyrics, I will remember the tune.If we meet and you look out in the twilight, I'll light the lights.If we meet, please come to me.If you can't do it in this life, then in the next life.A sharp arrow flowing with nine-colored brilliance, the arrow on the blade of the sword was as transparent as crystal, and it made a fiery red mark in the air, flying towards the lion on the rock, and the lion would laugh if it was said.Can you believe it, but it's on the rocks, it's laughing.t1706231537: