烈火焚烧,冰寒彻骨,只要一个化妖的念头便可解脱,可直到最后一刻,她终未化妖。鸾凤喜袍,火红狐袄,还有她一身爱恨,尽数化作轻烟与尘土。壹红泥火炉,呵气成霜。腊月的寒天,暮歌裹着赤色的袄子,一双莹白的玉足却毫无遮挡地荡了出来。苍茫天地间,她红衣赤足,显得尤为突兀,也尤为惊心动魄。可暮歌本人却仿佛不觉得有什么不妥,只似笑非笑地倚在窗棂边数着落雪,白玉般剔透的雪花,一瓣瓣落在她晶莹的指尖,温柔而冰冷。 Fire burning, chilling biting, as long as the idea of ​​a demon can be liberated, until the last minute, she never demons. Feng Feng Xi robe, red fox jacket, as well as her a love hate, make all the mistakes and dust. One Red mud stove, breath into a cream. On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, twilight song wrapped in red jacket, a pair of white jade foot but undisturbed swing out. Between the vast world, her red barefoot, it is particularly unexpected, but also particularly frightening. Can be night song I seem to do not think there is anything wrong, just laughingly leaning against the edge of the window a few snowfall, white snow-like snowflakes, a flap fell on her crystal tip, gentle and cold.