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Author: Shen

ISBN: 10[780 1877624] 13[978780 1877628]

Press: New World Press

Release date: July 2005-1

Pricing: ￥ 19.00 yuan

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For Ge Yan, memory began before he was born.

She is different, she knows, and so are Taoist priests. Her uniqueness makes her live an isolated life, flying in the snow like a white deer, waiting for the day when she grows old-until he appears.

There was no earth-shattering encounter, they just met again; Without a pledge of eternal love, he will get married when he goes out. He has someone else in mind.

So, she is just betting on who he will choose between life and death. Who will he take?

I wonder when love came into being. She just wants to catch that little warmth. He didn't take her away. She had a way to go, but at the moment she knew the truth, she just didn't want to go. In the end, only when she returned to the original, the metaplasia pool reborn her and transformed herself into a stunning palace master. She died like a demon.

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Shen and the mainland's new martial arts "Two Flowers" opened up a new world of women's martial arts with stunning words, beautiful and mysterious rivers and lakes, and Zhang Ailing, a martial arts writer.

Shen Lang's back garden: I stood on this side of the Styx River and looked at the scenery on the other side leisurely. The joys and sorrows of my life, tears and laughter are all illusory, and romance has no end.

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Shen: About me: A medical woman, born in a tree with many yellow fruit trees in the south, studied in Beijing and lived a dull life. I wrote martial arts for myself for the first time on the computer four years ago; I started my activities online three years ago and settled in Banyan Tree, Jinjiang and other websites. Two years ago, I wrote articles for various martial arts fantasy magazines, so as to make friends with friends and earn some remuneration, which made me famous for a while. About likes: like traveling, like plateau lakes, like fortune telling, like disappearing legends, like buying books about archaeology and anthropology. I don't like to face too many voices. Very afraid of garlic. About writing: writing is demon, with many ideas and slow speed. Countless pits to be filled must be filled in the next life, so as not to be tired in the next life. About martial arts fantasy and some dreams that are hard to break free: I have forgotten what I want to say. About ID Shen: This is a girl passing by in the first novel. I feel very safe behind her unknown face. About this book: Most of these stories were made up two years ago. The truth of the story is gone in those days when the rain bursts and thoughts ripple. So, please read it, have a sweet dream and forget it. Legends are just meteors and sparks, just elves of time. At the moment they were caught, they turned into running water, into flying smoke and floated away.

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Dead snow

blood dolls

Xuerongxiang

Jinlv district

Skull house

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"Just just-"

The vast snowfield is quiet and boundless. Only the dull sound of sharp tools hitting the snow fell one by one.

Come on, melt in the pale and bloody land.

The icicle forest formed a natural fence at the entrance of the cave, reflecting a series of wonders in the sunset.

Dazzling brilliance. He Guanqing narrowed his eyes and looked out of the hole through the crack of icicles, motionless.

It has been moving for a long time. Suddenly the light on the icicle trembled, and he subconsciously changed it.

Posture, sitting cross-legged, waving as if to brush off the newly fallen snow on your shoulders.

The snow had stopped by then. In the hot sun, the southern slope of Yangshan, where Dagushan irrigates the sea, is shrouded in pain.

In the light snow. My disciples, one by one, are lying in this small hole.

From time to time, someone gave a moan or two. He Guanqing looked back at these injured young people and took a long breath.

Sound. It's getting dark and the hillside outside is still empty. The apprentice who went out to inquire about the news has not seen him come back so far.

Come, Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, Wudang and other sects, I don't know where they have all gone.

There is only one blue-collar dancer. The tall figure, tirelessly waving a sword. Strong on the rock wall

Hard chunks of snow fell in succession, revealing the word "moon".

He Guanqing stared at the word "month" with an indescribable shock.

The fierce battle last night was a pale snow color and a deep red color. He will go to Guan Qing this Saturday.

Thirteen years old, and I have been in charge of Kongtong for 23 years. How many storms have you seen in the Jianghu? Good morning.

Practice to inner peace. However, this bloody battle almost completely hit his confidence for many years.

It's broken It is not an overnight event for the Wulin in the Central Plains to gather elites to besiege the Moon City in the depths of Dagu Mountain.

Suddenly, he was beaten and fled. If the little apprentice hadn't found this isolated little girl in time.

In the cave, none of the 20 people who got down from the cave survived.

Is there such martial arts in the world? He Guan Qing doesn't believe it. Well, I'm afraid it's not martial at all.

Work "! There have always been different legends about the snow-capped mountains in the western regions, none of which are true. But for a long time,

The stinger just lies dormant at the top of the snow-capped mountain in Dagushan, and has no contact with the Wulin in the Central Plains, so no one lets him go.

They took it to heart. But in the past ten years, some incredible strange things have happened in the rivers and lakes. remote

Needless to say, a year ago, Sun Zhugan, the owner of Feiyu Village, died tragically in a well in his backyard, leaving only the body.

A piece of skin, a month later, Feiyu Village became an empty stockade, and no one knew where Sun Zhugan's people were.

Where are all the killers? In summer, Liu Zhenyu, a disciple of Wu Tangmen, got married, and the wedding night was full of guests.

The bride disappeared under the eyes of the guests. Three days later, on Valentine's Day in China, her family received a box containing

Miss's eyes. Wu Tang's family was furious, but even the body of Miss Wu could not be found. in fact

They are all horrible mystery stories, which are circulated in the rivers and lakes, making people panic. Everyone can't sit still. Send it.

People go to investigate, in fact, it is related to the long-lost sting.

No one really ...