The peerless King of Freedom slowly walked in front of the goddess of fate, and said softly, "Fate, you are lost, congratulations to you, lost, you have the opportunity to return to the basics! And the way of truth is to surpass yourself, and it is the joy of the upper level of the great universe!" The goddess of fate looked at the existence in front of her carefully, let go of her defense, and was free to be with the world, with the universe, rather than only limited to birth, old age, sickness and death.

The yellowed memory is flying, in Osaka or Kyoto's closed world, I don't understand what she means, she smiled and flew through my thoughts with a shy smile, never to see each other again, you are no longer your cuteness, I am not my boredom, love is easy to get along with difficult only at the first acquaintance, fluttering and flying the mood from the direction of the elevation angle of forty-five degrees all the way away, from the void into nothingness, from nothingness into illusion, flying chaotic reverie is a dream.

The love of a lifetime, the love of the waterfall and the tide, the dark and gloomy love, the soft and cold love of Juan Juan Xiuxiu, the love of running wildly and arrogantly, and the love king of another consciousness after parting ways and chasing each other, this day came to the mountain of love, the sound of the gods in the mountain is bright, the love king listens to the tenderness of the love trick while going up the mountain, and keeps listening to the love to know the reading of the love into the love to understand the love, to see the love to become holy, to fall in love to become a demon, to laugh into a fairy, to love to become a god, love.

The god of love has a feeling, the mountain of the god of love disappears, the stars are moving, time and space are going back, the appearance of the king of love is gradually converging with the head of the devil, the sky is sprinkled with a piece of rain, the god of love is crying and unbearable to touch, the embankment is like the sea, the king of love has a feeling, the heart is faintly painful, looking ahead, a woman, like a god-like spirit, graceful posture, the beautiful eyes are deep and deep, the tears are shining, and the deep meaning of the love that cannot be concealed is strong.

The king of love, the head of the devil, the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon, the god of war, the king of the wind, the king of freedom, the wild moon... It is passed down from generation to generation, and it is different from the Tao recognized by the music emperor and philosopher, just like the division of materialism and idealism, the concept of meaning and truth, the ultimate of martial power and learning, and the origin of love and wisdom... The goddess of the starry sky looks at all this without emotion on the starry sky island, and the leading series at the other end is not in the Yashen system, and the murmuring Yashen lazily said, "Affectionate and ruthless, between the strong and the weak, elegant."

This love is not for anyone, the pen is only for elegance, Yashen sang deeply and looked at the Xiaoyao King on the Xiaoyao Avenue, that is the love buried deep in the heart of Yashen, can not say the heart, can not open the secret, Yashen does not know that the Xiaoyao King has been in love for a long time has also fallen in love with Yashen, Yashen thinks that the Xiaoyao King loves the heroine of the whimsical tetralogy, the realm of the Xiaoyao King is too high, Yashen has never dared to keep up, a broken love, love the invincible Xiaoyao King to the starry sky. (To be continued......)