Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 360 The Piano Sound Like My Heart (—)
The sound of the Midi qin surrounds the beam for three feet, from winter to spring, it is extremely ethereal.

In this area, there are high mountains and overlapping cliffs.The dense land in the dense land is really impossible for birds to visit.In March, here, it seems like three days, and it seems like three years.

The snow is still flying, and the woman is wearing a fiery red wedding dress, which is particularly eye-catching in this silver-white world.

"Who is the one who smashes the cold clothes in the thin moonlight?"

Look at the end of the world and think of Junsi's hometown

The snow fell overnight and the north wind was fast

Thousands of miles together

Playing the Qiang flute on the top of Ronghuameng
War is not a crime and the flames burn for several seasons
Tonight, Guanshan is covered with snow and the north wind is strong

Thousands of miles away, heart-to-heart connection
To be together in this life or to be cherished in the next life
why don't you always understand the riddle
Only when I look back suddenly do I remember silently
The end of the world only shadows who to follow
Zhiqing sends cold clothes from a thousand miles away
If successful, Guan Ling will return to his hometown
tonight

The blood-stained yellow sand, the soul returns to rest

The moonlight slant tonight like He Xi
Xue Huafei's return has not yet been announced
Tonight is even more leaking and tearless relatives
Green silk becomes snow and hairpins
If you want to live, you can't die, like love and parting
Someday you'll understand the riddle

Huangquan Biluo went from now to two places
Reminiscences under the snow and moon in thousands of mountains
To be together in this life or to be cherished in the next life
why don't you always understand the riddle
Only when I look back suddenly do I remember silently
The end of the world only shadows who to follow
Huangquan Biluo went from now to two places
Reminiscences under the snow and moon in thousands of mountains
Moonlight is rare, who is making cold clothes

The end of the world, the soul returns to its hometown
Tonight, no snow, no sunshine, no sadness

The two face each other and the wind blows softly..."

Cold clothes are in tune, looking back a hundred years.

The woman's face was indistinct in the flying snow all over the sky, so she couldn't see clearly.Just looking, the ferrets around her rolled their black eyes, they were really cute.

The sound of the piano is smooth, Shangguan Ren doesn't know how long he has been playing like this, it seems that he is playing nothing but playing, playing like this, year after year.Playing and playing, the evil spirit deep in my heart also disappeared.

Empty, no evil spirit.Naturally, other emotions were also played.

It doesn't matter if it's Nangong Cange, Gu Lanzhi, Nangong Che, or Leng Jue.

Enough is enough, enough entanglement, enough hate.

Everything is enough—

Let go of everything, that is the real self, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)