At that time, I refused to grow up, I couldn't help it, and then I Luo Xiaoyun met the text written to me by King Xiaoyao, only to find that there is a person in this world who loves to write to me, in fact, many people write to me, but none of them are the king's opponents, and yes, since he is the king, he should be the best at writing, but he never writes to please me, he only writes what he loves to write, and never writes seriously, he said that he likes to write as he wants, and I also admire his arrogant laughter.

Maybe I should restore the heroic nature of chivalry and tenderness, but many people watch too many dramas, this hero is not the other hero, this color is not the other color, not to mention that the hero is not the other hero. I patted Xiaoyun on the shoulder, she jumped harder than anyone else, I wanted to laugh but not laugh, because her angry expression was super beautiful and innocent and aggrieved, of course, there was a cold and cold attitude, I had long been used to her cold, because I was too hot, so she loved Iceland, I loved Heat Island, and Heat Island was in my heart.

Who wrote the Travels of Pegasus? How did this book lose the first seven and ninth love letters? How did the eighth part secretly delete hundreds of thousands of words? Xiaoyun didn't have time to read this book, but this book was written for herself, Xiaoyun knew that this person liked herself very much, and she knew that life continued to follow the trend. The person who writes should be an amorous person, a thinker or a philosopher, and a writer and musician, but he is definitely a person who has no ability and is stinky and beautiful!

Xiaoyun laughed out loud, so cute, he has no ability but is proud of the world, this person is very weird, where does his confidence come from? Is it true that people who like to think are very conceited? Why is he so gentle and loves to make jokes about me? Is he the same kind of person as me? He loves the quiet world more than me, so he loves the quiet world more than me, so he loves to write more than me, I don't read his words, he still keeps writing, no one in the world reads, he still has to write to me, oh my God! There really is something in this world.

There are really people in this world who only love me, admire me, but are above me. Unique. His book friends call him the King of Freedom, his music friends call him the Emperor of Music, what era is there such a nickname, he has no quarrel with the world, how can he fight for my heart? It is impossible to conquer my heart, my heart is hidden, my love is given to the world, and my love is lonely and not let go. A sincere smile, he can't give me, so one day and one place can't be connected.

The ultimate character cosmic person, drinking coffee in the world, gradually differentiates into three shadows, one is the king of leisure, one is the emperor of music, and the other is the goddess of the starry sky, which is the ultimate, and he does not need opponents, no opponents, including himself. The goddess of the starry sky smiled at the King of Joy and the Emperor of Music beside her, as if she was smiling at the world, looking at the artistic conception of gods and demons, a transcendent and unrequited world.

This is the transcendence that I have pursued all my life. The cosmic man slowly faced me and asked curiously, "What about you, my friend, what are you pursuing?" The Cosmic One said, "You don't ask for nothing, you beg me and your partner, but my ice heart, you can't melt, so you never ask for nothing, so you have a smart state of mind." I have two names, too affectionate dragon, too forgetful moon, what about you? (To be continued......)