"They say the moonlight is gentle, I understand. No wonder she doesn't look back at me."
"It's not a big deal, it's just a depleted life soaked in an iron pot of burning oil."
"Hey, hey, hey, I heard that the old guy went to the snow mountain to worship? It's so funny, how do you think he has the dignity to send flowers?"
"When will the main writer get out of class? My number plate is too late. Is there anyone willing to change it with me?"
"Change the yarn. The main writer said that it needs to be written to three million words. Building a wall is a latecomer thing. Young people are anxious to reincarnate?"
"Brother, why don't you come here so early and tell us a story about your past? I heard that there was a time when a young man was so energetic that he had a 10,000-word plot when he debuted. Is that true?"
"Hey! It's more difficult to get the number plate over there. The supporting actors from the second master's house next door have all been laid off. I heard that they have been wearing makeup for two years, but they won't let them speak!"
"Hahaha! It's so funny! The main character is dead and he comes to us to steal the show. It's so funny!"
…
The sensual sounds, dogs and horses were in a mess, which made the first two look as sad as dogs, lying limply and unsocially.
The first is a sad young man. He is white and somewhat empty, sad and stubborn. He falls asleep and wakes up in nightmares.
The second one was scarred and stubborn, with sharp eyes, like the flames burning from hell.
In the center of a group of old cannons, a man dressed in green is very gentle and looks like a gentleman;
He was of high rank and had spent all his wealth, so that he was a brother from all over the world.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty!"
"A gentleman drinks? If you are so knowledgeable, you should go to the center and hold the teapot!"
"There are no outsiders here. I heard from the fishermen on the riverside yesterday that I have made up my mind. Let's find a partner first so that we can show up quickly!"
The young man was gentle. He walked all the way from the child and saw the young man stretching out his palm from the darkness.
He understands the main writer's unruly nature, his love and hatred, and sees his right and wrong from the end to the beginning of the dinner.
Everyone respects Xuan Chan. He has been around for so long that even the main writer feels guilty for him. He has the names of hundreds of geniuses on his hands. If they can be integrated, for their practice in the audience Life is really a God-given opportunity.
As a parent, your journey through wind and snow is buried in the soil.
Tianyi sighed: "I've made you laugh."
It's still so casual, but this time, it's deeply affectionate.
"As the leader, I failed to live up to his expectations. You don't have to blame yourself. Zhuo Yu only needs to explain, just like the quilt covering the boy's body, you can leave after it is finished."
"It's hard. How long will you wait in the next life?" Tianyi did not stick to its own settings. It smiled without the arrogance of a superior: "I went to your territory to have a look, and it is true that I cannot take over. scale.”
"Fenghuaxueyue is a young man's talent. His coquettishness cannot be imitated. This is his pride. He would rather just do it." Lingjun seemed to be remembering, as if he was two years late for etiquette, he was swaying drunkenly.
He is emotional. This child who grew up from the perspective of an onlooker also has his own sadness:
He showed a lonely indifference to everything, so that his impartiality would not be questioned, but now, the mundane emotions in him gave his free and easy taste a heavy flavor.
"Talent, it's like a note, it won't wait for you until it's redeemed.
"The reason I'm talking to you this time is because I haven't seen you for so long. Sometimes I miss those years when you were here."
"What you miss is different from me." Xuan Chan shook his head.
What the author misses is the young man with whom he had close contact during that time, and what he misses is the world under the leadership of that young man, whose stubbornness will never be learned in the future.
"If you don't answer his name, being detained in a small pigeon cage may also determine our fate. This is not our era, so just wait."
The fruit charcoal burned the young man's body, turning the fish on the iron net over. Xuan Chan dissipated the smell of alcohol on his body, leaned against the window, and said in a cold tone:
"I have gained the glory of my predecessors. This must be our destiny for this period. Ever since he wanted to give birth to a proud man and leave behind a Mo Bao who can laugh out loud even in his old age, he has been walking on this road for five years.
"The blood on the ground——
"He is difficult to get along with, nostalgic, indifferent, and always moving forward with regrets. I have forgotten what self-mad words he wrote in the past."
Xuan Chan took a few breaths and seemed to be able to spit out something. After a long time, the blue sky and white clouds faded, and he said nothing more.
In your memory, the aloof passerby did not appear to be infatuated, and he had no sympathy with the younger generations.
How would a tomb standing in the desert look at the sand dunes?
Go ahead and wander on your way.
Lingjun's heart softened, and he looked at Tianyi with sadness in his heart:
"Don't hold back on such a hard life and let him go."
He and Yu Ling did not believe in the same god. In a sense, the resources the other possessed when he was born were his own assets after his destruction. The gods and Buddhas that Yu Ling worshiped were a complete denial of himself.
but……
Even Yu Ling is in the past tense. They are also corpses in the grave, watching the final conclusion of his coffin and looking at his peaceful appearance.
He completely lost everything about himself. He saw this history in his eyes, and Lingjun didn't know what attitude he should take to face this prisoner who came out of Fang Mo.
Crows, flocks of crows fly low under the clouds. They flap their wings and bring light beyond the clouds. The young man is wearing a windbreaker and looking at his twisted palms. He cannot focus his sight. The broken mirror shows him his decadence. face.
With Yu Ling carrying the infinitely extending chain, he merged into the darkness, and the light dissipated with him. Commander Wei looked at the pale years and felt his empty body.
I……
came back.
With emotions that he couldn't sort out, it started in a mess and ended in a mess. If Lingjun's keyword is absurd, then he is meaningless.
His existence is meaningless...
It's like a joke, a connection, all definitions on him are empty like a joke, he is like a program, executing a sad and crazy love.
"So the moon never looks at me, or in other words, I don't exist in its world."
Crows were flying, and Yu Ling noticed a deep feeling of exhaustion. Not far away, a piece of dead wood in the burning oil smiled and patted his shoulder, "Just stay alive."
With this shot, the feathers disappeared into thin air.
You……
Yuzai didn't say much, as long as his traces came back, what he did would make sense.
In the dream of reincarnation, a purple butterfly flies by. It is like a mark of fate, a curse that travels across mountains and rivers. It brings the sleeping mind to the history books of the distant years and searches for the words left in it.
Two years ago, he was obviously full of hope, but why did he still step by step let go of all the extravagant hopes that he had clung to, so that he embarked on a road of no return that rushed to the mountains and seas?
If the dream is broken, it will be restored as before when you wake up, right?
Let your words be true to your word.
At this moment, the prisoner who was disgusted by life returned to the deepest part of the water prison with his guilt. Another young man who was at large had his eyes red:
"I'm really sorry for letting you persist until now..."
Yuzai stretched out his hand and pulled out a long stick from the void.
Who made me lose the weapon of struggle?
I'm so sorry, I have to struggle in front of you like a clown again!
With a half-smile but not a smile, Yuzai drew a formation on his chest in reminiscence:
My dear friend, I'm so sorry. I still want to see you in this mortal world.
"Judging the Boundary, Youhuan, queue up to log in!"
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When a familiar scene appeared, He was relieved and said no more.
There are too many things lost in the sacrifice, and there are too many difficulties in getting back to that level.
[Galaxy Trial Begins! 】
[Background description: Through a magical mirror, you come to the anti-universe of the possible universe. Here, dragon and beast contractors will continue to pass trials according to the agreement. Every time you die, you will receive a large number of spiritual contract points to increase the synchronization points of the contract order.
[Task description: Go to death! The lower the attack frequency and the higher the defense and dodge frequency, the better it will help you explore your own limits, thereby exercising your mental tacit understanding through constant resurrection!
[Countdown to resurrection time: one hour! 】
Yuzai looked at the mission description and was slightly surprised.
It seems that with what he does, the digital traces on the wandering civilization become heavier, so that now, there are no traces of "outside the possible universe" at all, and even the "sense of being stared at" on him has been reduced. many.
Cut off contact with the living and the dead?
Yuzai closed his eyes to perceive, and then determined that the danger of being chased could be eliminated.
After thinking for a moment, the priest chose not to be entangled anymore. As long as the situation continues to progress in a good direction, the truth will be gradually revealed by himself.
Gu Huai was forcibly awakened from his dream. The eggshell in Yuzai's hand cracked, and its appearance was silvery white. Its juvenile form had low combat effectiveness and was only at the apostle level.
"What a fuss! Leader——"
"woke up?"
"Hmm! Aren't I learning how to become a powerful dragon from Mold Turtle? Hey, a new copy?"
Xiaozhen opened her eyes, adapting to the new situation, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Yuzai smiled and shared the task list:
"I am the guide of the temple. The copy of Moldy Turtle has ended, but I didn't expect to involve you. I originally wanted to wait until you joined the temple before telling you this, but I didn't have time to explain. Please help me first. mission accomplished."
"Ah! Ah?! Really!" Gu Huai was very excited. Before he could digest the information in front of him, a pop-up window popped up:
[Eleven-dimensional elemental life form and senior judge of the temple Yuzai invites you to participate in the messenger trial. Do you agree? 】
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