sacred mountain.
The lights dimmed.
We once met each other so late, but now, only this decadence in the world of mortals is left. Thousands of miles away, my eyes are stained with gray.
Yu Ling stepped on the broken snow, and on the starry night, Deng Yin came from the wilderness village to the towering mountains;
No, it should be said that he finally walked out of his village and looked at the vast mountains. In the mountains and rivers, he felt the love of nature.
Thousands of mountains, old friends, longing, my wine, pray for you to be strong.
Deng Yin was different. His struggle completely swallowed up the wavering heart, and he was twitching one after another. The pain was so painful that he no longer had to face the world in a numb posture. The blood was flowing, and there was a terrifying trace on his body. The evil spirit has emerged, and perhaps, in a few years, he will enter another stage, but the numbness is completely different from before.
Long-cherished wish.
How mean these two are.
Deng Yin also put these two words on his body. He was not ashamed at all. His hair was messy and his mood was relatively low. He had been writing for many years on this low mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, and he had seen many bright moons rising and falling in the sea. But these are like "brave in the past", indescribable, and intoxicating at the first touch.
Hahahahaha!
Apart from this laughter, this smile that I don’t even know how to describe, what else is there?
Apart from you, I have never seen Wushuang in the world.
Yu Ling Guan Xinghe saw Yi Zhangguang and came to see the protagonist's destiny because he lacked some confidence.
You are an unruly young man who has no fear of disobedience from ghosts and gods. Why do you end up living like this with your head bowed?
The silver-white cloak has also lost a lot. He still dare not touch the titles of [Zhu Yuchen] and [Niandu Sage]. If it is lost, it is lost. Even if it is his own past, he must look up to the glory that others look up to. Go and see, he has lived up to his years, and after all, he still did not keep these treasures with him.
So, what about you? What a pity for Qin Mo.
Deng Yin didn't know what he was feeling sentimental about. Like the Crow Sacrifice, he couldn't remember that the world didn't give them the honor and favor they deserved, and he didn't take this path well either. He persevered to death. He thought, You are a gift to this world, so when you are rejected, you throw up your sleeves and leave.
He is still too young. Everything in this world is fought for, not the humility mentioned in the book. At some point, even a God-given achievement or a destiny-destined marriage cannot be smooth sailing, let alone being a subversive. The image appears and wants to reform the authority of those with vested interests. The outcome is conceivable and even natural.
If we had never met, what a decent interface it would have been, leading to a happy ending, not so sad, regretful, and pretentious. How can we say that the encounter was so intense and the traces left behind cannot be washed away? This should have been a higher level There are mountains, but in the end, the scenery on the top of the mountain is not visible.
Deng Yin...
Do you have another name?
Yu Ling smiled and drank by herself. He couldn't comment. After all, he was nothing. A character who couldn't stand on the stage would never be able to do anything. If he failed, he would be overthrown. If he succeeded, he would be overthrown. Every step along the way is worthy of praise. In a society that values results, do you think he really looks down on losers when he praises the process?
Saying one thing and doing another, such an effective method, does not really care about you.
Gravity is so heavy.
Deng Yin fell asleep. He was so crazy and exhausted that he fell asleep.
Yu Ling was eating a fruit plate on the side with a faint smile on his lips. Neither he nor Deng Yin were outstanding. They did not have the ability to show up in big scenes or host small scenes like Crow Sacrifice and Jin Yuan, even in this three-acre land. , and also need to worry about the appearance of more powerful predators, which is embarrassing, so most of them hide in small places.
Yu Ling was very sleepy. Compared to Deng Yin's sleepiness, he had fully accepted his final conclusion. He even used his previous wounds as a topic, chatting and laughing happily. He leaned on the boulder and looked at the starry sky. The galactic powers in his body moved. The star trails shone brightly in his eyes, and he had learned to be calm. He held the peanuts between his chopsticks and shook his head.
Whitehead...
You have to live a more stable life before you can see your hair grow old.
The man in the silver-white cloak has a happy nature, and his thoughts are either too much or too little, but after all, they are not on the table, so when he is out, he can be regarded as heartless. Now there is no one around, and he can After looking at it, as a screw to make ends meet, I observed a few people scattered in the dream:
The sleeping Yin Ruins, Yao Qing drifting away along the ocean current;
The ugly letters huddled up for the winter are startling;
Two armed helicopters waiting to be piloted, come to the martial arts competition, they are a little cuter than pigs;
Tuan Zuo, who is obsessed with the dream of being an emperor and cannot extricate himself, watching the territory being torn apart;
Due to being trapped in the same place as a crab, unable to face history or the present of the shrimp clan, the leader of the Coelophysis and Seal is a lot of hateful people;
A Chinese retailer who spent all day reviewing because he failed the oral exam;
There are also several blind monks who were tied up in the script killing room and couldn't get out;
The commanders of the lotus-cutting dog, the singing turtle, the oil cow, the worst parrot [Ying Ying Parrot], and the [Genetic Whale] who has been doing something in the undersea castle for who knows what?
The wind finally comes to find fallen leaves. This is the deepest dream.
Yu Ling's meanness was no longer in play. Without the torture of striving for excellence, she finally had more friends around her. She squatted beside Deng Yin for a while and determined that he didn't need someone to talk to at the moment. He walked to the next scene in a silver-white cloak. Zhang Shouwang’s contract partner, that ugly dragon egg:
The violin may not be elegant, but the saxophone must be cool ~
As the founder of the Guard, the chief wealth distribution officer of the shrimp tribe, the scary red-eyed troll, the ugly ice goblin, the arrogant little golden retriever who got stabbed, and the biggest brother who spends a lot of money at the auction, he There are many stories about him, but they are all unspeakable. I can't hear his voice or feel his emotions. Even Zhang Shouwang, who was contracted by him, may not have said a few words from his heart.
Shrimp Clan Civilization, Non-Aristocratic Shrimp Dumplings, Crab Clan’s largest wealth distribution channel, your story begins, come on!
Heavy snow, it covers a lot of things. In this world, heavy snow is an elf. It is always running around, hoping that the world will be beautiful and pure, but the world always seems to regard it as a tool and always asks it to clean up. Pick up the pieces.
The birth of the Alphabet Demon was a uniform Yin-Yang mass grave. Unlike the White Evil, there was no Black Evil waiting for him.
The four major fishy smells of the shrimp tribe are [fish seller’s hand], [dog caught in the rain], [willow by the river], and [bald man’s head]
But it has a long history and has produced epochs. Now there are only hands selling fish and dogs caught in the rain.
However, when the Alphabet Demon comes, the most unpleasant thing is his bad breath;
Of course, no one cares about his past.
During the heavy rain, this island native dog silently felt the gray world in his eyes:
The patter of rain and the hypnotic voice made the bad breath monster forget how he got on the path of shrimp dumplings. There seemed to be some kind of force pushing behind him, a kind of sympathy and pity.
They all asked, why do all fairy tales have to involve extraordinary births and adventures?
Because even if it is well written, you still feel that without these things, the plot would be too ridiculous.
I don’t know either. I’m not an intellectual. How do I know how the world is structured?
All the beautiful things passed me by, I was not stable, I couldn’t even keep friendships, what container should I use to match the more ethereal things?
So, I don’t know how to arrange things;
Come on, accept the deus ex machina, and use the mercy of the gods to smooth out all the encounters and injustices. You, you are the shrimp dumplings. You will definitely go among millions of people, under the spotlight, and under the spotlight. The attention-grabbing place may even make you tired of the busyness.
The Alphabet Demon was so confused that he forgot how he became shrimp dumplings. Perhaps the gods also thought this was too ridiculous, so they erased the process. He felt like he had won the lottery. Everything was presented carefully and lightly. Even if ten years have passed, people will still be confused by this feeling.
He is not accustomed to his identity and the position of shrimp dumplings. He is still very unfamiliar with playing with it. This gift is too heavy. With such a crown on his head, he can't breathe. The weight prevents him from being free. He doesn't know why this overwhelming wealth is so tight. Compared with honor, this is more of a punishment. He has no foundation and is calm. He is like a gambler whose chips are limited. He spends all his money to make noise every time. In the end it was still empty.
Memories are empty.
The Alphabet Demon is dreaming in his dream, but what is his dream?
It is a blown balloon, or it is nothing.
I am a dream myself!
The Alphabet Demon suddenly stood up and smashed a bottle on the ground. Its chest heaved and its sense of existence was shattered. It hid in the grass jungle and saw a beam of light...
It was Zhang Shouwang, his strange yet familiar companion.
They were unknown together, confused together, running around together, lost themselves together, and now, they found themselves again together.
Their eyes met, and distant tunes echoed in their ears. Outside the garden, his body and soul were cut open, and the cold and heat cycled. He stood blankly in the night sky of the snowy mountains. He didn't know what he was.
Wandering.
I'm going to wander.
Panic took root in the young man's heart, and he suddenly realized that he could not survive.
The young man hugged himself alone. He had no past, no memories, no sense of the present, and no close things to rely on. He couldn't even find evidence of being alive. There was no hugging or looking at each other. His upper and lower lips were trembling palely. , his eyes scanned the time and space around him anxiously, feeling his body light and airy.
Something's wrong, something's wrong...
The Alphabet Demon was stunned and lost his mind. His left and right feet tripped over each other. He sat on the ground blankly, liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes. One scarlet side was blood, and the other side was clear and tearful.
