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However, the little guy also looked open. Just after it finished saying this, Yun Shanshan heard its snoring again, and it sounded just as hearty and sweet.

It seems that this guy doesn't sleep all the time, and sometimes, he also pays attention to the movement outside, but, no matter what, it's still a sleepy bug.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" Just when Yun Shanshan was facing Xiao Ke, Xiao Mu's anxious voice came from this room.

Hearing Xiao Mu calling himself so anxiously, Yun Shanshan immediately walked out of the state of eavesdropping on Xiao Ke's snoring. And, his eyes were focused on Kogi's face.

"Xiaomu, I'm fine." Yun Shanshan hurriedly explained.

"Master, don't hide it from the master, I always feel a little incomprehensible to the master. For a great deal of time, I found that my master was sometimes, and suddenly immersed himself in a state that I didn't understand. That's why, the host is not where uncomfortable. After saying this, Xiao Mu looked at Yun Shanshan in confusion.

Yun Shanshan looked at Xiao Mu's face full of vitality, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, tens of thousands of years have actually made such a big tree so beautiful. However, after feeling for a while, I finally want to get back to business. Yun Shanshan hurriedly explained to Xiao Mu. However, Yun Shanshan will not tell Xiao Ke about Xiao Ke, because this involves Xiao Ke's secret, unless Xiao Ke is willing to let others know, otherwise, Yun Shanshan feels that she will never be a mouthy woman. Just take it upon yourself to tell others that there is such a thing as Xiaoke. Therefore, Yun Shanshan can only find an excuse to explain to Xiao Mu now.

"Xiaomu, I'm ashamed to say it. Ahem。。。。。。 "Lying is always a little weak-hearted, although Yun Shanshan knows that the lie she is telling at the moment is the kind of white lie that protects Xiao Ke, but if she is really lying, Yun Shanshan still can't help but speed up the beating speed of her pulse, and her mouth is also dry, and people who seem to have a little brain can see Yun Shanshan's expression when she enters the lying mode.

However, Kogi is innocent after all.

Although Xiao Mu has survived in this world for tens of thousands of years, Xiao Mu has been living in a state of isolation and loneliness, so Xiao Mu's heart is as white and flawless as a piece of pure water, and even, he doesn't understand what a lie is, and he won't understand what his mentality and expression will be like when a person lies.

In the end, Xiao Mu didn't understand why Yun Shanshan's master suddenly fell into a state of unbridled obsession. In the end, Xiao Mu didn't want to understand. He took it all for granted, and perhaps, this is what the master is. Xiao Mu thought to himself.

"Alright, master, now, I'll take you out of here." Now, seeing that Yun Shanshan's expression had fully recovered, Xiao Mu said to Yun Shanshan.

"Okay little wood." Yun Shanshan agreed.

"Master, this room is now devoid of nutrients, and has completely lost the support of life, and soon, it will give off an almost unbearable smell, so, master, we better get out of here as soon as possible."

"Okay, Xiaomu." Yun Shanshan agreed.

"Okay, since the master wants to leave here, then, I'll take the master with me. Hosts, when we left this place, there may be some wind brushing the face, don't be surprised by the hosts. ”

Yun Shanshan couldn't help but want to laugh out loud when she heard Xiao Mu say this, and she didn't make that laugh out loud because she recognized it so much. Yun Shanshan knows that she must respect others. Therefore, of course, that laugh cannot be laughed.

"Okay, master, I will try my best to arrange a power cover around the master, cover the master, and the master will be safe." Xiao Mu said very seriously.

Hearing Xiao Mu say this, although Yun Shanshan wanted to laugh a little, the emotion in her heart was still very eager.

After Yun Shanshan tried to restrain her emotions, she nodded to Xiao Mu and said, "Xiao Mu, since we want to leave here, and since you don't have any concerns about here, then, let's go." ”

"Okay, master, you're ready, I'll take you away." As Xiao Mu spoke, Yun Shanshan felt a gust of air around her body slowly rising, and that air flow shrouded herself in it like a protective shield that cared for her.

******

He had been walking this road for a long time, and his feet seemed a little staggering, and his legs were a little weak. It's a long road that seems to have no end in sight. But so what, now, he felt as if his body was full of power, a kind of power, strange, even with an almost perverted rhythm, running through his body.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky above him.

This huge sky is like a certain pot lid, black and pressing, making people feel as if they can't breathe. However, he laughed. A smile curled into his mouth. That smile makes people see it, and they can't help but feel a little cold, a little cold, and even a kind of ingredient that makes people shudder when they see it, which makes people feel intimidating.

"I'm coming." At this moment, his lips trembled a little, and he was holding a sword in his hand at this time, this sword carried a cold light, and a cold air came out of this sword body, making people feel an indescribable feeling.

The road was long, and on the side of the road, there was nothing, no flowers, no weeds, only a few fine dusts, which looked like little devils with countless mouths open, looking at him with mockery.

In an instant, he suddenly felt pain. The place in his heart, somewhere there, seemed to come from the depths of his heart, and it hurt for no reason.

And at this moment, his face was slightly distorted.

The sky gradually darkened. He felt a little confusion in his brain, and in a state of indescribable sensation, he felt like he was about to fall asleep. Sleep, perhaps, was a good teacher, or perhaps, in his sleep, he could find something that would make him discover, so he slowly put the sword on his waist, and then, finding a clean stone bench by the side of the road, sat down.

It's getting darker. On the horizon, something dotted appeared, as if it was a little elf with life. They're dancing slowly.

And at this moment, in his heart, he couldn't tell whether he was tired or finally woke up.

Tired, and awake, sometimes it really doesn't seem to be the difference.

He looked at the horizon, feeling the tiredness in his body that seemed to come from the bone marrow, and at that moment, he suddenly smiled. A wild laugh swept through a quiet place.

He laughed, laughed arrogantly, laughed arrogantly, laughed, laughed, as if he wanted to get rid of something, as if he wanted to get rid of something, as if he couldn't get rid of it in his life. He couldn't understand what it was, he panicked, but, eventually, in a panic of not knowing what was going on, he gave up searching, he gave up searching, he gave up any kind of search.

And he, needs to laugh. At this moment, he needs to laugh. He didn't understand why the laugh was or why it made him laugh. And the moment he laughed, a kind of chaos slowly permeated his heart, and he suddenly realized that he was not stupid.

Maybe stupid is just a disguise, just a protective color, just a layer of skin that he can't get rid of. He wants to evolve, he wants to shout, he wants to roar. And at that moment, he suddenly felt tired.

Life, short and messy, gratuitously, flows slowly. In his life, he saw all kinds of hopes, all kinds of wandering, all kinds of entanglements, all kinds of despair, all kinds of helplessness.

At this moment, he sat on the side of the road, looking at the silent street, which was uninhabited and dusty. In this piece of dust, there are no footprints of their own. He smiled, and he felt a kind of weariness with his laughter. A kind of entanglement of the soul bloomed in an instant.

He felt like he was about to blossom, but in an instant, he found himself enchanted by the nightmare. In the distance, a few white clouds-like flowers wandered silently in the dark night. He knew he was crazy. Night and day are inherently different things, and they don't stay together. However, he was crazy to see white clouds in the dark night. He knew he was crazy, and, unably, crazy.

Bai Yun walked leisurely, silently, his mind was quietly changing, silently.

Suddenly, he didn't understand himself, and because of this incomprehension, he suddenly felt full. He understands that he seems to have cultivated a skill, a skill that no one can match, this ability will make him fly, let him immerse himself in something similar to an illusion, fly.

Suddenly, he laughed, laughed again. He remembered he laughing. It seemed that every smile made him feel inexplicable. He laughed, he yelled, hysterical like a legendary psychopath. He suddenly realized that he was really sick. And, I couldn't get sick.

In the distant sky, a few clouds fluttered weakly, and in the near distance, it seemed that some spooky things were wandering, making him feel a sense of loss.

The sky suddenly cleared. He knew that it was an illusion, that everything was an illusion, and that now, in his eyes, life was an illusion, a mirage.

One day, everything that he saw that seemed real, that seemed so real that it seemed like it would never change, would inevitably disappear.

Isn't it? It really is. This world is originally an illusion, and since it is an illusion, why not make it a complete illusion and unrestrained.

He sat on the stone, which was cold, like a thorny and sharp thing, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. But, now, he was lazy, an inexplicable inertia for no reason, that made him not want to do anything, and now, he just wanted to sit here, sit in this place, slowly in a daze, thinking about himself, just a two-hundred-and-five-like character, and suddenly, he laughed, he laughed, his laughter grew louder, more and more arrogant, more and more hysterical, more and more disgusting, more and more disgusting, more and more disgusting, more and more disgusting.

Suddenly, he began to hate himself, as much as he had loved himself so much not so long ago, and now, he began to hate himself.

He suddenly thought of a word, this word, is the title of our book, five hundred years ago, he suddenly realized that this title is a true portrayal of himself. Like an idiot, he was tirelessly, all the way, as if he were a complete alien, forgotten by the world. If anyone remembers, it seems, there will always be a look of disdain and ridicule. He felt like the laughing stock of everyone in the world.

But so what?