"Magic Fantasy" is also the same as "The Sky of the Ages", which was first written on Sina Weibo, and was first written with the photos of Chongqing photographer Luo Xiaoyun.

You Lu, who was late for a while, glanced at the happy sunshine, Hongyan's muttering heart was released to quench his thirst, a song "Magic Fantasy Song" fluttered its wings and flew up, and both of them intercepted the nameless vicissitudes of life and the blue and gloomy emperor at the same time, in the gorgeous sorrow, Hongyan hurriedly and slowly met the majestic man, the majestic man, the majestic person, the majestic person who saved the zài, the red color met her own friend, the majestic man who crossed the border. The red lips were like a pleasant melody, "Who are you?"

My name? They all seem to call me Majestic. Who are you? Why did I meet you when I came here, there was a powerful attraction in the dark, forcing me, seducing me, coming to you, why did I see you with a beautiful feeling that the world was broken? It's so wonderful, what's going on? Hongyan looked at the majestic and listened to his broken chatter, as if he was familiar but hadn't tasted it for a long time, this person had traces of the Great Dao, and he possessed two of them.

Some of the memories of Pound were erased. Following an instinctive tend, he crossed the border to get here. The red color read into his world from his eyes, and in the majestic world, there are basically two vastness, on one side is the gods and goddesses, and on the other hand, the sound is floating and mysterious and wonderful. Hongyan knows why, he is a future figure formed by the fusion of the music emperor Tianjiao Dragon and the king of the moon, no wonder he must be my confidant. Vicissitudes of life, a beauty.

It can be seen that the red color did not say a word and plunged into the majestic world, and suddenly stirred up the turbulent fire, and the fierce sea of love directly swept across the majestic world, a beautiful music castle like a boundless fairyland, flowing out of joyful music, a solemn and vast pantheon even the clouds came to the pilgrimage, and the flames were like a sea of fire meteors flooded and then came, and the red color itself seemed to be unconscious but conscious of becoming the emperor of feelings, the god of emotions. (To be continued......)