A touch of wind blew, and it also blew the long-lost mad moon, the crazy moon showed the temperament of a mad god, and said: "There are so many beauties in the world, why do you bother to fight with me?" The music emperor was cold and expressionless, and the king shook his head and sighed: "Good! There is only one problem, you want Yashen, he wants the master of Tianyin Palace, and I want the universe." I don't fight, I have to fight, and if I don't fight, I'll die. "Wang Feng, Demon Leader, what do you say? Wang Feng was very helpless to the sky.

"Then you will die!" Wang Feng, who leaped into the sky, carried the will of the universe, and the road of kings was full of beacon fire, igniting the natural predatory avenue of war smoke and salt. "Touch!" the head of the demon retreated like a wonderful dance falling into the abyss, and the spirit of Haolang flashed and flashed. Tianjiao Dragon Music Emperor rose up in the air with his hands in his hands, raising his hands in the air, surrounded by thousands of sounds, and magnificent. Without thinking, the king of the free dragon Yinyue sang to the top of the realm of the world: Heaven and earth witness, my peerless learning, the ultimate of free and easy: imagination. ”

I saw that the King of Freedom was elegantly soaring into the air, his temperament was like a god and a demon, and there were thousands of different figures in an instant, some like people, some like gods, some like demons, and more were strange beings that I had never seen. The beautiful man Crazy Moon stared at Wang Feng with a pair of eyes to kill the King of Care, and the Crazy Moon was domineering and scattered, and his mighty fist blasted towards the King of Freedom in a moment. "This is a notebook written at the age of seventeen, don't go to class, mix!"

When I was a student, I really didn't have anyone in my eyes, and to me, people were just passers-by, dust. I don't know why I thought this way from the first thought, but I don't care, I don't like classes anyway, I don't like exams, and ironically I'm a model student. A person's mind is very subjective, and the objective will not go there. No matter how powerful an ant is, she is still an ant, no matter how thoughtful she is, she is still an ant, I am just a human, so dear.

My dear, I don't know what year and month I started, people and ants are the same, the difference may be that people can write, so I write to you. My dear, I don't know when or what month will you think of me? Because I don't know what to say to you, but I'm halfway through it, so I'm going to keep going. Actually, my dear, we won't meet each other, the world is too big, the sea of people is vast, how can we meet without sincerity? (To be continued...... R1292