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How should I say it? Maybe it's fate!

Han Yan, who has always been silent, has been sitting on the battlement wall of the earth city for a long time in a pure white and verdant felt purple robe!

For a dark butterfly who walks in the dark for a long time, this is an extremely luxurious and extremely dangerous leisure activity!

However, I don't know when it started, Han Yan, who has always been cautious, suddenly became obsessed with the truth and beauty of this day and the last moment!

It may be that there are many things to see when parting from life and death! The world seems to be real and illusory, like clouds and fog! Just like the last moment of the glow in the sky, the previous moment it was a mirage in the fairyland, and in an instant it has changed into a red light! Isn't this how people and things are?

Han Yi, who had bright eyes, unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his bright eyes rarely revealed a trace of true feelings, or what happened today: After decades of getting along, he and the rest of his life have already intersected and known each other, the other party is a child of the clan family, born in a clan that is not very big and not very small, but unfortunately it is a side branch and zero vein, and fortunately, the rest of his life has outstanding talent and deep opportunities! In order to stand out among the scattered clans, that is, to be caught by the unruly and unruly Taoist priest who wanders in all directions, he has entered the archway of the master who is envied by everyone, and only then has the rest of his life as a master who stands in the wind in Lingya Pavilion in Xiancheng!

Fate is a very interesting and impermanent existence, it always inadvertently throws you a great gift, but always when you need it most, squint and smile and take away everything from you!

But whose fate is who?

Han Yan, who had bright eyes, frowned slightly, and his bright eyes slowly dimmed unconsciously, and with that inexplicable bitter expression, he slowly exhaled a breath: It's still above!

In that distant sky, there is a group of gods who do not eat the fireworks of the world, they are wearing purple and gold yarns, wearing nine-colored Guili on their waists, stepping on seven-colored clouds, lying prone on the nine heavens, talking and laughing with their heads down, holding the sun and the moon in their hands, and purifying all living beings!

Thinking of the peerless elegance above the Nine Heavens, Han Yan, who had dim eyes, suddenly shook his head helplessly, and in the blink of an eye, he inadvertently swept a piece of ugly dark stone recessed into the earthen wall, and stared at the square corner, very unorthodox black stone, so untimely nailed in this already square circle! This neat and harmonious battlement wall was forcibly defiled by this thing that did not know whether to live or die! This is simply a naked crime! Don't you dog know that there is a king in this world?

At this time, Han Yan squinted his bright eyes, staring coldly at this unorthodox black stone, as if he must see this filthy thing who doesn't know the current affairs from its rude jumping feet, stretching out its short and stubby middle finger viciously with a face full of flesh, poking his white nose, and his eight generations of ancestors!

I don't know how long it took, Han Yan, who was staring at this filthy stone, slowly shed two lines of clear and clear liquid in his bright eyes, and just crossed Han Yan's handsome face regardless of the image, and slowly dripped down the neat and tidy battlement wall, slowly wetting the unorthodox black stone!

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