(Memories)
Ling Bo: Thank you for your help.
Long Ao: This is the duty of soldiers. You don't need to thank him.
Long Ao: Judging from that girl's costume, is she from Xuanmen?
Long ao: it seems a bit redundant and rude for a certain party of Long to intervene without authorization.
Ling Bo: Young Xia, there is nothing rude about bravely helping others.
Long Yan: Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Ling Bo: Long Gongzi is not from the Central Plains, but he knows a lot about poetry.
Long Ao: My hometown is dry. This is my first time to see the sea in Wang Yang. At that time, I felt sad and made you laugh.
Ling Bo: Although he was lyrical by his predecessors' poems, the heroic spirit in the childe's chest can also be seen.
Long Yao: Life is lucky. It will be a revelation for you to have such a bosom friend.
Ling Bo: Hehe.
Ling Bo: When will the world be clear?
Long Ao: Compared with my hometown, it can be said to be a paradise.
Ling Bo: ... What you want me to help you find in Zhongyuan is related to the situation in your hometown? Will it endanger people's lives and the world?
Long ao: ... many people's lives depend on them.
Ling Bo: I see. I will try my best to help you.
Long Yao: Thank you.
Ling Bo: ... You and I are bosom friends, so why thank you?
Long ao: ...
Ling Bo: Last time, did you take Shennongding to save your people?
Long Yan: Yes.
Ling Bo: What do you want if we insist on stopping it?
Long Yao: Kill.
Long ao: I'm keeping something from you, but I won't cheat.
(End of memory)
Ling Bo: Is that you?
Ling Bo: Are you ... back?
The soul of heaven and earth is separated, the seven souls are dissipated, and obsession is different from death.
(Memories)
Long Yao: In my heart, you will never be more important than hag, but you must be more important than my life.
Long Yao: When I come back, promise me that you must wait for me.
(End of memory)
Ling Bo: Dragon. ......
Ling Bo: I ... have been waiting for you ... for you. ...
Ling Bo: …
Rotten wood: ...
Poems by Liu Guangdong, Ling Bo and Ai Long
Beiwanglan pass
Xingping bandang
The king is immortal.
go hunting
It is strong and elastic.
Blow south
The home country bears this responsibility.
dirge
Good dreams are hard to find.
Peizepan
Shen Shen zi yi
Changyanheshan
Xia Ji scenery dyeing and weaving
Make friends
Thousands of waves are exhausted.
After the rain in Mao Mao
Autumn soul transit
Zeng Jian Qing fan
Either hate or love.
Bixiaowai
Think like a stone.
Wang Chuan Shang
Every year, the fog burns on the temple.
Above, I hope I can help you. If you are satisfied, I hope to adopt it in time ~