Suddenly, all the scenes in front of me disappeared, and another scene appeared......

At night, in the sky above the universe of the Vast Smoke Continent, the bright moon shines on the earth, and the stars are dazzling.

In the distant night sky, a looming huge phantom suddenly appeared, walking swayingly, swaying and coming, the top of the clouds of the Haoyan Continent, seemed to be a little confused looking at the endless night sky, and lowered his huge head, looking at the dense clouds under him, and suddenly let out a dull cry similar to the roar of a cow, and in an instant, the clouds above the entire Haoyan Continent were all gone, and disappeared.

The huge phantom, looking at the territory of the entire Vast Smoke Continent under his feet, seemed to be thinking about the past, and it seemed that he couldn't remember anything. He kept shaking his huge head, and suddenly looked up at the vast and boundless night sky, and let out a dull cow roar, and in an instant some stars collapsed, collapsed, turned into dust, and disappeared with the hurricane in the night sky.

Some of the Extreme Peak Cultivators of the Vast Smoke Continent looked at this scene in the night sky in shock, shocked, and didn't know what it was. There were three bold monks, who directly shot into the void, stopped in the air, and carefully looked at this huge phantom.

The huge phantom only has eye sockets, no eyeballs, looking at the three people blankly, the illusory giant palm, grabbed the three of them suddenly, the three of them were shocked, and were about to fight back, but they found that the whole body was silently imprisoned, and they couldn't move, and the three of them looked at the illusory giant palm that was getting closer and closer, and their desperate looks were all on their faces......

In the distant sky, an illusory purple chain instantly came to the body of the huge phantom, and the purple chain suddenly wrapped around the phantom's neck, retreating sharply towards the night sky behind him......

The huge phantom, the three monks who were about to be caught, missed it, and suddenly roared, and the three people suddenly fell into the void and fell straight to the ground quickly.

The huge phantom kept struggling, trying to break free from the shackles of the purple chain, and grabbed the purple chain behind him with both hands, and slammed it forward, screaming incessantly......

In the distant sky, four illusory purple chains suddenly appeared, bursting in, instantly entangled the limbs of the phantom, and slowly dragged it towards the endless night sky, the phantom roared even more angrily, but after all, it couldn't break free from the shackles of the purple chain, and the roar became farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the endless universe, and then the thick clouds floated on the top of the night sky of the Haoyan Continent......

Ah Lang was motionless, his mood was not wavering, there was no trace of ups and downs, just staring at the scene in front of him, and gradually everything came to naught, and it was still the big skeleton sitting there muttering to himself......

The humane sea is deep, not half lovesick. There is still no end to the sea, and there is no end to lovesickness.

Hongyan is far away, lovesick and bitter, several times, it is difficult to deal with each other. Eternal love for a hundred years, no lovesickness can not bear to care!

The first makeup of red dust, the mountains and rivers are boundless. The original face, crushing the nightmare impermanence, the life is unparalleled.

If you don't have the heart, I will rest, the past is as easy as yesterday, put a thousand glasses of wine on weekdays, and gaze at the spring and autumn of the mountain and the moon.

Fate gathers and scatters fate like water, carrying thousands of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.

This life is burned out, and the heart is buried in the next life, I only wish not to be stained with red dust, to be a heartless and ruthless person, quiet and safe.

A river of clouds and water, a flower on the other side, the years are scattered on the fingertips, a shadow is broken, a wind flower, and the shallow chant is sung into a song.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare, so why not love all your life?

The long road is more dashing, the marriage is like mustard grass, if you get old, the twilight is good.

On the pillow, a book and a lifetime oath, earnest and gentleman's words are delayed. The Buddha bell flower is drunk and dusty, and the obsession is difficult to become obsessed.

Accumulate the eternal love silk and crush the red acacia.

Always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity, and singing the way of all memories.

Leave people sad and parting. Fragmented thoughts are deeply thought. withered and sorrowful. Where is the continued prosperity?

The peach blossoms are smiling in the spring breeze, no matter how hard it is to find, where to stay together, where to get together.

There are thousands of green silks dancing between the eyebrows

There is always an undiminished affection at the tip of the heart

The moment I met you

Sincerely, the eternal bone pick

Despite the thoughts of a breeze across you

I'm sure you'll dance with me

Whether it's a rainy day or a snow dance

You, will definitely come

This season, the snow dyes the proud branches of the plum

The promenade of the castle

I use a song of mountains and flowing water

Waiting for you in the moonlight of the red dust

Time still flies

With the courage of a heart

Give you the most dazzling flowers

The most beautiful gentleness in my life

I'm going to take you to paint the end of the world

Carry you through the wind and rain

Put all the warmth of you and me

Ink in the red dust all tuyere

No matter how old it is

If, at every windy intersection

Meet again

Still, I will remember the warmth of the past

Nestle up to each other

It will be an eternal tenderness

I'll take you by my name

Engraved on the tip of the wind

Lingering warmth again

Live up to the time, live up to the love

In the fragrance of a hundred flowers, and spring poetry

The dance is not endless, and the vicissitudes of life are thick

The bullet is inexhaustible, and the red dust is like smoke

Entangled with you, wandering is spring dyeing

The end of the world is also a beautiful picture

Even if there are thousands of miles away, there are also cold scenes

Live up to the spring, live up to the flowers

Staying together is the most beautiful fate

The four seasons are fragrant, not shallow or light

After the big skeleton finished muttering to himself, he actually looked up to the sky and cried, there were no veins, the big skeleton covered with flesh and blood, only two deep eye sockets, not a single tear flowed out, there was no facial muscle shaking, sad expression, but the crying sound like a song was endless for a long time, his wail was so heartbreaking, deep and affectionate......

Although he was just a fleshless skeleton, Ah Lang was also deeply moved by his muttering and sad crying, and he couldn't help but empathize with him.

Just like the first time I saw it, I cherished the encounter with love. That glimpse was a shocking no-makeup. Half a little light sand, ten thousand kinds of delicate. If you live up to it, Vanity I has no sleep at night. Pipa language, the ancient road is quiet, and Mo Dao is gloomy soul. Qingmo Lane, say goodbye to you.

The pen is speechless, the eyes are sluggish, and the desire to talk about the beauty of the past. The autumn scene, the sound of insects stopped, when things changed and the stars shifted, and when did they separate without leaving any words?

Walking alone in the maple forest, the wood falls in the autumn dan, and the autumn mood is sung. The hustle and bustle infects the mortal dust, and the autumn maple dances and floats away the obsession of reincarnation, quietly falling to Nirvana, reborn and returning to the truth. The veins of the fallen leaves are the memories of the vicissitudes of time, and the promise of the Huashu is the drifting away of Danfeng without regrets. Late autumn, Lin Dao, Danfeng, the wind blows up, pouring out a promise, who reads?

In the twilight pavilion, the breeze blows the sleeves, and the withered vines and birds chirp to render the scattered pathos. In the past, Qiongyue, shallow and low, what did she say, what did she greet. She, with the dawn of the dawn, a few times to reappear in that round of the platform, should make a promise, wait for thousands of miles Chanjuan, stranded a note of thoughts, guard.

The raindrops fall, and it seems to be shallow. Sauvignon Blanc, cold heart, who understands? Flowers are lonely, the night is cold, and I am alone. If you promise, love, who reads? Prosperous is also far away, climb the attic, pull the strings and sing, may Qingqing, do not forget.

A few promises, a few wishes, is it impossible to say, or does it want to stop? Young dreams, young hearts, hating oneself, and fearing that it is not what you want, is it the right choice, or is it a lifelong regret?

Promises are made and the oath of the king is violated. Heartbroken Ryu

Glass cup, emotional butterfly dance. The beautiful promises are gradually forgotten, forgotten, and forgotten each other's past.

Thoughts, messy, thoughts, floating. Autumn nights, sleepless. Lying quietly on the moon bed, describing Huazhang, as promised, love is not young.

I remember that the graduation message was lyrical and eloquent, but I never promised. Waiting is the hardest moment. Giving up everything may make people comfortable. Looking back, it was like a promise, paying the wind and dust, and returning to the vicissitudes of life. Only sandalwood, the residual warmth of the letter beads in the palm, the warm current, dependent......

Time boils rain, years flies, and we gather in the middle of summer that year. If so, the promise.

The flowers bloom in the dream, waiting for you to come, Qing's wish.

Hold the hand of the son, stay with the son, and the promise of the king.

A few wisps of infatuated tears melted into the early autumn, and a few more makeup powders were decorated with shock. Drunken dreams, dream curtains, dreams promise. This dream, condensed, shattered, finally paid for nothing, and finally frightened the dream. Yeshui Zhuhua, Fu Luoshen, in the river island, chanting Pujia, Qingtang lotus rhyme, clouds and sky flow, fighting, crossing back to guard.

If you make a promise, who will read it?

Obsession, the old country fugue. The ancients chanted the divine water, the Yiren lotus step is quiet, and indulged in the jade gargle thousands, and the quotation is graceful. Forget this world, time will no longer pass, and there will be no worries in your heart. I only want to stay with you. A lifetime of waiting, half a lifetime of prosperity, memory, as promised.

Friendship, the earth is long, what is the true meaning of life in this world?

Deep love, clear water without traces, where does this mortal dust cause dust and noise?

Looking at each other, the road blocks the river, who in this world has the soul naturalized and died?

The cold pool flows, and the rain falls and the lovesick tears. Leaning on the railing window, I feel sad. Who still sings when the old city is lonely? The curtain rolls in the west wind and the yellow flowers are cool, and the ancient tune is clear, don't forget each other. A parting song is a dream, a void. This song is poignant and tactful, the rhyme is long, who is hurt when you sing and drink in a dream?

Under the Bodhi tree, the dream is broken, but on the bridge, the old hatred of the end of the world has become a passing cloud in a blink of an eye, do the immortals who do not eat the fireworks of the world live in the deep mountains? In the vast world for you to wipe away the vermilion tears in the corners of your eyes, a remnant lamp spent a lifetime of passing years, that wisp of breeze disturbed the copper bell under the eaves, thousands of turns of thoughts chanting the passing years, the shepherd boy rode on the ox to blow the shepherd flute horizontally, the horse's hooves stepped on the old tree roots, in the rolling red dust and another circle of annual rings, the years have wasted the once ignorant heart, wake up from the dream, linger outside the window with a faint melancholy, is that the bitter lovesickness? or the loneliness in the heart?

Memories find you in the overlapping green leaves and red flowers, the lotus pond has been drunk for thousands of years, a pair of sleeping mandarin ducks are drunk in the landscape, the years are like knives cutting off thousands of wisps of sorrow, the quiet and indifferent years have also had an unstoppable sharpness, she sat all night, waiting for the return of people from the end of the world. The passing years have sent a few rays of starlight, the youth without autumn frost painted a picture scroll of dreams, a poem that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods shocked countless passers-by, and a bright moon made thoughts flow into a river.

Wandering the rivers and lakes, without concern is a supreme realm. In this life, Hongchen's long-cherished wish provokes memories to become mourning. In the wind and snow, the original intention is still the same, the snow moon wind and flowers wash away the hustle and bustle of the red dust, like the blood remnant sun dyes a sunset, and the stars at dusk are nostalgic.

She looked back and smiled, the six palaces were colorless, young and frivolous had arrogant years, and the memories of the sky were whistling, the wind and the waning moon, the moon was cold, and the wind was ...... In the old days, I was adrift in endless years, and my dreams were like dreams, and only a person was left in my dreams. Grievances and hesitations turn into a wisp of fragrance immersed in the breeze and bright moon, and play a song on the moon to the moon. There are also small bridges and flowing waters, listening to the flowers.

is the same as the end of the world, and they meet with a smile and enmity. The once lonely and arrogant back quietly walked away, a pear blossom rain washed the memories of the previous life, a passerby of the rivers and lakes leading a thin horse temporarily stayed in the Hongchen Inn, and the desperate and struggling people in the dust left only a few words, and the thoughts withered in the quiet of memory, occasionally watching the full moon with the night, drunk and lying in the piano, chess, poetry and hops.

Who is obsessed with the red thread entwined by the red fingertips? The god of love is dressed in a hat and stays in the slanting wind and drizzle, the sound of the piano is ethereal, and the hand is in the red dust to stir up the dust, and the prosperous boat gradually leans on the shore of parting, and suddenly looking back, a lantern has passed countless years......