第一百二十三章 生辰礼物（1 / 2）
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过眼烟花，如花似锦。
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姹紫嫣红的花簇从遥远天际绽开，把流动的璀璨花穗投向人间。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LuW55qE5Lq66JeP5Zyo5piO5piO54Gt54Gt55qE6Iqx54Gr5Lit77yM5oiW5piO5oiW5pqX77yM5YWJ5b2x57q35Y+g77yM55yL5LiN5riF5qWa56We5oOF44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
他的人藏在明明灭灭的花火中，或明或暗，光影纷叠，看不清楚神情。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5Y+q55yL5b6X5riF55y85YmN57ui5biV44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
只看得清眼前绢帕。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6YKj5byg57ui5biV5piv5rWF5rWF55qE5pyI55m977yM5Lul6ZO257q/5Yu+5YuS55qE57q55qC35LuU57uG5LiA55yL77yM5Y6f5piv5Y+q5aiB6aOO5Yeb5Yeb55qE6ZuE6bmw44CC6ICM5LuW5o+h552A57ui5biV55qE5omL6aqo6IqC5YiG5piO77yM5L+u6ZW/5bmy5YeA77yM5LiA54K56YO95LiN5Ly85pa55omN5o+h5YiA5pe255qE5p2A5rCU6IW+6IW+44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
那张绢帕是浅浅的月白，以银线勾勒的纹样仔细一看，原是只威风凛凛的雄鹰。而他握着绢帕的手骨节分明，修长干净，一点都不似方才握刀时的杀气腾腾。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6ZmG5puI5rKh5o6l5LuW55qE5biV5a2Q44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
陆曈没接他的帕子。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6L+f6L+f5pyq562J5Yiw5aW55Zue5bqU77yM6KO05LqR5pqO5L6n5aS077yM55yL5LqG5aW55LiA55y877yM5bCG5biV5a2Q5b6A6ZmG5puI5omL6YeM5LiA5aGe44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
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