"The fairy world is too small, I can't let you go."

Yexi leaned back, and her eyes could no longer be described as adoring.

"I said bamboo, you are actually the villain, you raised your hand and demolished the sky, you go to the sky."

Don't trouble her little Cangyu realm.

Bamboo was not complacent, but frowned: "In my vague impression, this is nothing. ”

Goo-toot - is that nothing?

That's right, people are from the divine realm, gods, don't you raise your hands and feet to destroy the heavens and the earth.

But—

Yexi squinted his eyes and looked him up and down: "The Protoss should also be suppressed by heaven and earth when they reach the immortal realm, shouldn't they use such a big move?" ”

Bamboo nodded and shook his head.

What do you mean?

"It's not a big move, didn't it be made up for quickly, it didn't cause the slightest damage to it, and heaven and earth didn't have time to split me. Moreover, your relationship with this, my relationship with you, here is always more tolerant of me. ”

Yexi was speechless, daring to love or looking at his face.

"Please take it easy, I'm just this old nest."

Bamboo sighed faintly: "I can only make these bluffing flowers." ”

So, it's still suppressed.

Yexi: "Learn the piano, learn the piano." ”

Bamboo picked up the piano and stuffed it into her arms, and the night stream was stunned.

What do you mean? Not happy?

"There's no fingering, there's no sheet music, just take it and get it yourself, make it out and learn the next step."

Yexi's anger, you also know that it is learning, but you are teaching.

Bamboo taught: "You can try to write on the strings, maybe it will be done." ”

After saying that, the man threw up his sleeves and left.

Yexi held the piano in place, feeling like a silly chicken.

"By the way, I put down a ban, I can't make a sound, you can't get out."

Is it ungraceful to wrestle the piano?

Stunk him to death!

"Oh, also, you can't write too many characters at a time, otherwise you can't afford to use the power of the law, and you'll be drawn into a dry corpse."

Yexi smashed the piano over, why did you say it earlier, and now you said that you want to collect my body, right?

Fortunately, I didn't point to this before.

The bamboo qin that was smashed out swirled around and smashed her head.

"Don't do anything stupid, it will make me wonder if you have a brain."

This time, the person really disappeared.

Yexi squatted on the ground with her head covered, crushing a small bamboo sapling.

Trample you, trample you...

I felt naïve, and quickly cleaned up my mood, Yexi put the piano upright, meditated, hugged Yuan Shouyi, stretched out his hand, orchid fingers, straightened out, retracted four, and used his index finger to draw a fork over the strings.

The fork was made and fell, but it dissipated when it touched the strings, and it did not have the power that had fallen on the person before.

It should be bamboo's hands and feet, otherwise what if you go crazy and destroy Takeshima?

Fork Fork Fork

Brilliant out, slash!

Bang –

The Night King, who was bounced back to the ground and smashed out of a deep pit, was pressed against Huang Huang, and her eyes were empty, so why didn't she want to move roughly? Dead bamboo thieves can't think of it? I was pressed to the ground and rubbed it.

Put away the Huang, climb out, go to the beach first, fortunately, there is a circle of sea in the ban, the night stream dives, the warm sea water is quickly cold, imagine that you are a fish, the memory is only seven seconds, swim and swim, swim to the heart and mind cool before coming out.

Already calm.

The calm Night King did not go to the piano, but found a thick bamboo, knocked and touched it, took out a dagger from the space, turned into a rough shape of the piano on it, and then cut it along the shape little by little, cut into three inches, collected the dagger, and the spiritual power penetrated into it, and tightened it from the surrounding side by little parallel to the epidermis, and finally harvested a bamboo board, which looked reluctant, but the cut surface was very smooth and smooth like water.

There are an inch-high sides at both ends, which are deliberately set aside to hang strings.

The meaning of bamboo is exquisite, but it is ingenious.

I casually turned over a few strings and tied a few, and the number was not particular.

Yexi came to the beach with the piano in her arms, lying on her side, looking at the sea with her eyes, her mind was empty, she supported her head with one hand, and the other hand was not on the qin, but lazily on her body.

The sun sets, the sun rises, and the sun rises, and the sea falls, the sea is bright and dark, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and time is like a net, but this person, thing, and thing are all sand and water, and no matter how fine and dense the net is, it can't be kept...

Just like this sea, just like what happened in this sea, the beautiful mermaid boy who came with the sea flowers has left, and now he has not seen him again.

It's like crossing this sea, it's already a new world, the places she has set foot in, the people she has seen, and how many places are still the same? The reincarnation of the sun and the moon is hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, how many places can there be?

And was that day still the day of today? Was it the month of that time or the month of today?

Is the moonlight here the moonlight of my hometown again?

hometown, how did she leave traces.

What can record that she is king? And her record of being human has long since perished in the last days.

Those beauty, at the end of time, can certainly be engraved in the crystal nucleus, but what about feelings? Her joys, her sorrows, her loves, all her joys, sorrows, winds and rains, no one remembers, even herself, can't catch it...

Time, what can't you take with you?

What is your meaning in life?

What difference does it make to live or to die in this irresistible passage of time?

Am I dead? Or alive?

Time, when are you going to take me?

If I throw myself into your arms, will you let me ride the waves to catch up with my passing...

Humble as life, how can it be favored by time...

On the seaside, on the beach paved with bamboo leaves, there are a bunch of human figures, and the bamboo stands in the bamboo forest behind them, frowning slightly.

Why is it so sad?

Have all the reincarnations been experienced in vain?

But her realm is not easy to interrupt at this time, and if she forcibly interrupts, the soul that flies out will not be able to recover, and she is not smart in the first place, so don't be more stupid.

Bamboo simply stepped forward, sat down not far from her, and closed her eyes.

If you can't make a move, then guard some, and finally meet a pleasing one, and he definitely doesn't want to be stupid.

So, can't be stupid.

When Yexi realized the meaning of life, there were two hard-working guys who were still experiencing the hardships of life.

It took fifty years to absorb the Dao Heart Stone, and it took about ten years for Yexi to retreat by himself, and after sixty years of ups and downs, Feng Tu, who had sealed his spiritual power and memories and had been looking for his own background, finally confirmed one thing - he was not human.

What is that?

If there is a shadow, it is not a ghost.

That's a demon?

There are also mountain spirits and wild monsters in the mortal world, but due to qualifications and environmental problems, they can't embark on the path of immortals.

But the little spells that youkai can do, and they can't do it themselves.

So what is yourself?

Because he won't get old, Feng Tu keeps wandering, intuitively feeling that he needs to find something to unravel his life experience, but what do he want to find? And what? And what...

His anomalies are still discovered, and he is being chased by others, especially those who are delusional about immortality.

They wanted his life.

The memory is not there, but the temper will not change, Feng Tu asked for the life of the person who asked for his life.

The dark eyes were cold and merciless.

On that day, a young girl dressed in a Taoist uniform jumped in front of him.

"You're the Zombie King. You're a luke! ”

Feng Tu was silent, and he could hear a young heart beating inexplicably in the opposite shell.

Shouldn't he pull out his coin sword and stab him in the heart?

But what the hell is the monkey butt with a small look in the sword in his hand, his cheeks are red, and the monkey buttocks?

The little Taoist priest who was bumping into the deer didn't dare to look directly at the man opposite, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, she had never seen such a handsome person, thinking of those words that made people's hearts blush and heartbeat, the combination of those shemales and ghosts, rejoicing in the enemy...