Xiao Zhengnan

Zi·Feiyu·"Frost Sky Dawn Corner·Wuqiu"

Leaning on the railing alone, I feel the coldness in my dreams at night. If it is cold, it will go away because of its coldness, and it will be disheartened and difficult to forget.

A cup of heartbroken water will make the rain fade. Returning to the autumn wind, the shadow of the sword wakes up to the waning moon over thousands of mountains.

No need - come hard. I didn't know what to say about him, but in the end I realized that his hatred and love had always been clear, without any confusion. A person with such a clear distinction between love and hate is not suitable to live in this world, I can only say this.

He can be a little weaker, he can leave like a coward when Ruyi has Gexiao in his heart; he can be a little more ruthless, he can turn his back on Ruyi and Gexiao after they get married; he can If you are more messy, you can use various methods to prevent Gexiao and Ruyi from being together. No matter what, he may not be the indispensable person he is now. But he is smart, tolerant, tough, infatuated, and sharp - I have nothing to say. His tragedy was doomed from the beginning.

He is brave. Knowing shame is close to courage, and his bravery is different from singing and laughing. Gexiao was rampaging through this world with his innate sharpness. He was born with a sword that had been exposed to the light, but even if it was hidden in a box, it still showed its sharp edge. And he is not. His bravery broke through the bottom of the humiliation, curved his spine from the bottom of the rock and coiled up before seeing a glimmer of sunshine. Then he instinctively craves the only trace of rain and dew to moisten it and grow wildly in silence - this is the most resilient kind. of bravery. The seeds that sprout from the crevices of rocks are often harder than rocks.

Master Xiao has a standard face in ancient costume, a pair of peach blossom eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips. Such eyes make the whole person shine inexplicably - not brightly bright, but as bright as the shadow of a cold moon's sword. . When Ying Wuqiu smiled, a dangerous sharpness gradually seeped into his handsomeness. This flying fish suit suited him very well. The purple entwined with the complicated patterns of dark gold and sea blue is no longer the elegant and clear lavender, but has become a dark color that is drunk on blood, drunk on swords, and splashed with wine. It is as dark as the sky in the middle of the night, almost close to him. The darkness in the pupils.