On Fanjin Night Road, there are lifelike statues on the left and right sides of the entrance, especially in the moonlight, which looks mysterious and romantic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The statue on the left is a futuristic figure of a man, dressed in a costume he had never seen before, and his robe seemed to be flying and flying behind the person's back, as if it had great power.

The statue on the right is an elegant and noble female figure, on the woman's face in the moonlight, its facial features are sprinkled with three-dimensional exquisite charm, Tingting Yuli exudes a graceful and moving temperament, and the clothes are simple and have a clean and full chest...... The slender long skirt looks gorgeous!

"Hey, hey, Brother Zhewang, where are your eyes?" said the Holy King at the intersection of Fanjin Night Road.

"Can you look there? Look closely, the statue of the woman on the right has a different view in the absence of moonlight. Zhewang Lang said.

"Oh! In a flash, the moonlight was slightly obscured, and I saw that she had become a majestic and heroic goddess of war, with such beautiful glittering golden armor!

"Ah, just look, what a ghostly cry you make, zizizi!" teased the king.

"You have ruined my image, and people want to be beautiful. The Holy King said in a big voice.

King Zhe said: "Are you ready? Walking into the Fanjin Night Road, it is rumored that you will lead yourself to different realms. ”

The Holy King was surprised: "Brother Ah Zhe has not walked before?"

King Zhe replied: "Of course I haven't walked it. I thought to myself (otherwise I'm curious why I'm staring at the statue of a woman!). ”

The Saint King sighed and said, "Then little girl, I will give my life to accompany Brother Zhewang, this little villain! ”

When the two walked side by side into the Fanjin night road, the two disappeared at the same time in an instant.

In the seemingly endless desert, on a silver streamer motorcycle, the Holy King rode a motorcycle like electricity. "Ladies and gentlemen, the number 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 "It was as if he was in the middle of the sky, and the message came to the Holy King.

The Holy King had already learned his identity at this moment, and the wind was like a swift and fast, so that she could enjoy the thrill of electricity and light!

The philosopher stood at the head of a half-circular flying ship with his hands in his hands, like a strange man standing in front of him on a great bird. "The number 100 million and nine, the man also from the galaxy, is also on the way to death in the desert. King Zhe also received the radio message.

Outside the world of dragons, King Zhe also received the first book review of "The Legend of the Philosopher". The author places the book review on the relevant work.

Zhewang glanced at the flow of consciousness to the author a little, and saw that the author got up early in the morning, and the rain was dripping outside the window, and the author saw that the time was eight o'clock in the morning, and the author changed the alarm clock on the mobile phone from half past eight to eight twenty o'clock. "Ten minutes in advance, is it interesting?" said Zhewang, who felt that the author was very non-slang.

Soon the alarm bell rang, and the author slept so short and soundly, and then brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a hot shower before going out.

Wearing a raincoat, my shoes and socks are still wet, no wonder the author doesn't like rainy days so much, and then he's busy... , the day passed. Today is the end of the week.

The philosopher really wants to ask the author if his life is meaningful?

The philosopher did not ask, is there any meaning, what if there is? What if there is not? It's just, alas, love, freedom, and self-help!

The philosopher withdrew his consciousness from paying attention to the author, and silently continued to walk forward in the rain, very slowly, very slowly.