Su Xue? What Su Xue? There is only Murong Yunxue, and there is nothing else.

At this time, Murong Yunxue walked out of the house, and her face was captivating to all the melon-eating people present. These melon-eating people are not too tired, they hold a big watermelon all day long and go around eating melons. In addition to large watermelons, there are also winter melons, pumpkins, northern melons, gourds, old melons, young melons, large melons, small melons, and quacks.

How did even the frogs jump out in the end......

Murong Yunxue recognized Ye Chen at a glance, and at this time, all Murong Yunxue's memories came back. It turned out that she was not called Murong Yunxue in that dream, but Su Xue.

"You're here?"

Su Xue asked, with an excited look in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"Well, I'm here, and I won't leave you again this time."

Ye Chen replied talkatively, and when Ye Chen saw Su Xue, Ye Chen behaved extremely calmly, as if the sky had nothing to do with him.

"Really? Then take me away. ”

At this time, as soon as Su Xue's voice fell, she flew directly towards Ye Chen's location.

"Well, really, love for eternity."

Ye Chen replied with a smile.

Later, several evil emperors became the strongest in the Xuanyuan world again, and after Ye Chen felt very bored after shuttling through several worlds, he came to a world called the earth.

There is a place called Huaxia, and it was infected in H City in Huaxia, but for Ye Chen, these are nothing.

Later, after the infection ended, Ye Chen took Su Xue, Yan Hanyu, Xia Shiliu, Bai Lingling, Su Ling, Little Snow Fox, Mohong, and Erha to start a new life in H City.

After they have eternal life, they can really do whatever they want in this world.

Enemy? No one can qualify as Ye Chen's enemy!

Now Ye Chen just wants to live a plain life, just carefree.

Nothing is fine in the Spirit World, nothing is fine in the Xuanyuan World, and nothing is okay in the Earth World.

Later, Ye Chen became obsessed with writing about the Internet, so he wrote down his experience. I heard a friend on the Internet say that this experience of mine should be a fantasy, and it is an oriental fantasy.

Ye Chen didn't think much about it, so he went to write.

Come out Xia Shiliu, the last few chapters are all up to you, I can't pull it on! Come on, Pikachu!

Xia Shiliu learned to type on her mobile phone, and downloaded the writer's assistant, often writing dialogues and short videos in it. She doesn't like to play games, and she doesn't want to go out for a walk, her hobby is to write articles.

In the world of honoring spirits, Xia Shiliu's article can be said to be a contribution to the progress and development of the times. But since coming to this world called the earth, Xia Shiliu realized that what she wrote was rubbish! The genius of the real Rape Flower is a lot of people who catch it casually.

However, Xia Shiliu will not be discouraged, Xia Shiliu will learn from them, learn from them, and then create better articles.

Let's enjoy Xia Shiliu's first prose:

Fold all the memories and welcome the cold in the wind and rain. In this way, every day is a new beginning.

Let the thoughts begin to accumulate, let the heart begin to ripple faintly, leaving warmth, leaving the kisses of the years, and carving the markings in the days. And the journey under his feet is a leisurely dream, and it is filled with a haze.

I once wanted to save time, I wanted to let the years be free of sorrow, and I wanted to have it like this until it was forever. This is not a fairy tale, but it is a beautiful flower, constantly struggling, constantly diffuse, constantly painting tranquility, and the face in time.

I left my footsteps in this way, and my loneliness was constantly highlighted in my steps. This is my life path, constantly drawing a blur, but also constantly leaving a clear memory in the memory, like fog, but also like water, people unconsciously intoxicated. This is the loneliness of life, and it is not the pride of my life.

Accept the ridicule in the wind and rain, and accept the ethereal years. And hope was left at his feet, and a lot of the past became a moment. I have experienced a lot of silence and a lot of loneliness, but I have only left the bitterness in the years, as well as the ups and downs in the years.

This is a fairy tale, and it is also the flower of life. The road of life has left countless hesitations, hesitations, and melancholy in the years.

bent down and picked up a memory, a lot of past events, just like that, the helplessness in the years of continuous retention, but also expectation; I don't know how many times I wandered, and I don't know how many times I opened my mind and wanted to embrace the future.

And leaving the years, it is constantly recording the shortcomings in the years. Those past events slowly come to my heart like waves, like waves constantly washing away sorrows. The lonely figure, accompanied by the lonely wind chimes, is ringing leisurely, leaving a silence.

I don't know how many times I missed it like this, I don't know how many times I left it lost, I don't know how many times I insisted on it like this. This is the fate of life, leaving behind the resentment in the day, as well as emotions, and the heart is constantly rotating.

You don't need to turn back time, and you don't need to regret time. Because of the bitterness of the past, what is left is apprehension, and speculation in the years. This is the fairy tale of life, leaving behind the elegance in the memory. Just walk slowly, go through it slowly. The time that flies in a hurry is constantly with the hope in the years, and the excitement in the days is constantly watching.

The passage of time has left behind the wind and rain, and also left memories in my heart. This is a fairy tale, a fairy tale of life. Those pasts, like songs, have been listened to, leaving a little joy, and more of thinking, more of pride. I have experienced exhaustion and tears, but those years have passed, and I will also leave a little bit of depression.

Thoughts are constantly lingering, and the wind and rain leave indomitable. Originally, he was staggering in the world, and there was some attachment in his heart. Those hopes are always so slim, leaving melancholy and hesitation, but in an inadvertent moment, I see that the footsteps are constantly lingering, and they are constantly nostalgic.

The footsteps have left traces and are constantly stretching all the memories. Those fairy tales have left flowers over the years; This is a yearning, which constantly leaves a stirring in the heart. The hurried pace of the years, experienced the wind and sand in the days, this is a moment, leaving the face of the years, in the continuous meandering, leaving the whirlwind in the years.

This is the attachment in life, and it is also the plain note in life. Draw the memories of the years with footsteps, and write the blur in time with the days. This is the road in the years, and it is also the ending of a fairy tale; Because that's how you came here, and those hopes have been waiting to come back.