"These two people have been standing on it for three days and three nights, and they haven't come down."
"Look, this monster!"
Under the old castle, the crowd gathered, and everyone raised their heads and looked over the city wall, talking a lot.
Two people stood on the wall, a handsome man in a black tight-fitting assassin's suit with a sword in his arms; the other in a pink dress with a light red veil, and holding a hand in his right hand. The sword.
The man lowered his eyes and held a sword in his arms, as if he did not dare to look at the opposite woman.
The woman looked at him straight, her eyes full of anger, resentment, grievance, and extremely stubbornness.
She must ask this time to find out!
for a long time.
The man said, "It seems I shouldn't come."
"Now I know it's too late!"
"Can you leave some memories?"
"I don't want to remember, if I want, I will leave you behind!"
"...This is just to get my body, but not my soul. I already have a lover. We won't have any results. Let me go."
The black-clothed assassin's voice changed, almost praying, so that the woman would stop chasing him.
Seeing her again, I'm afraid he can no longer insist on his current decision.
"...Okay!" The woman kept looking at him, seeming to know what he was thinking, "I will let you go, but before leaving, you have to kiss me!"
Under the city wall, the audience roared:
"Dear!"
"Kiss!"
"You don't kiss me anymore!"
The black-clothed assassin was cruel, or she didn't dare to kiss the woman who stood opposite him and kept looking at him, and said coldly: "No matter how I say, I am also a black-clothed assassin. If you ask me to kiss, I will kiss. Isn't my image completely ruined?"
"You lied!!" The woman in the red dress sternly said: "You dare not kiss me because you still like me! I tell you, if you refuse me this time, you will regret it forever!"
The black-clothed assassin was silent for a long time, with a bit of bitterness in his voice: "I regret that I can't kiss, but I can only blame it for meeting each other, making things and making people miserable."
The two fell silent, still fighting against each other quietly.
No one is willing to take the initiative to move forward.
The killer knew that he would regret it, and the woman knew that she would take the initiative to step forward and could make him change his mind, but she was unwilling to take the initiative to let him betray the person he liked.
Sad music sounded.
Suddenly, the wind wrinkled and the audience squatted on the ground.
"Red, fallen leaves, long buried, in the dust.
The beginning and the end are always, unchanged. "
A helpless and sad song sounded. When the audience stood up, the sword in the hand of the black-clothed killer had fallen. His eyes were firm and his expression was gentle. With a very calm step, he walked step by step to the woman in the red dress.
The woman in the red veil dress had eyes full of disbelief. After confirming that he was really walking towards her, her heart throbbed.
The boundless joy and excitement enveloped her.
She began to gasp, her chest rising and falling violently, but her eyes kept looking at him and the lover who was walking towards her.
Until the two faced each other, the woman couldn't help but raised her head slightly and kept looking at his gentle eyes.
"The Sheriff."
The black-clothed assassin hugged her waist, and the panting woman almost subconsciously affixed it. Just like before, he sneaked into the palace and held her waist. The two jumped out of the palace and headed for the bustling city. Dating on the streets.
"You! Bastard... well."
Her lips were tightly sealed by the black assassin.
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