"It's said that the moonlight is gentle, I understand, no wonder she doesn't look back at me."

"It's not a big deal, it's just a dead life, soaked in an iron pot of blazing oil."

"Hey, hey, I heard that the old guy went to the snowy mountains to worship? Laughing to death, what kind of face do you say he has to send flowers? ”

"When will the main writer end class? My numbered plate is too back, who wants to change it with me? ”

"Change the yarn, the main writer said that the water will reach three million words, building a wall is a late truth, young people are in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"Brother, you came so early to tell us the story from the past? I heard that in the past, he was a teenager and had a 10,000-word plot on his debut, is it true? ”

"Huh! The number plate over there is even more difficult to receive, and the supporting roles of the second master's family next door are collectively laid off, and I heard that the makeup has been dressed for two years, but it is not allowed to open the mouth! ”

"Hahaha! Laughing to death, the main owner is dead, come to us to steal the scene, it's funny enough! ”

……

The sound of dogs and horses, messy, this seems that the first two are sad like dogs, and they are lying on their stomachs and lying unsocially.

The first is a sad teenager, who is a little white, sad and stubborn, drowsy and awake in nightmares.

The second was scarred and stubborn, with sharp eyes, like a fire burning in hell.

In the center of a group of old cannons, a green dress is very gentle, and he looks like a gentleman;

He is of high rank and has scattered all his wealth, so that he is a brother from all over the world.

"Lingjun Lingjun!"

"The great gentleman drinking? If you see this way, you should go to the center with a teapot! ”

"There are no outsiders here, I heard the riverside fishing yesterday, and I have made up my mind, let's go to find a partner first, so I can show up quickly!"

The boy was gentle, and he walked all the way from the child, and saw the boy stretching out his palm from the darkness.

He understands the unruliness of the main writer, understands his love and hatred, and sees him from the end of the curtain to the opening of the banquet, right and wrong, grievances and grievances, and he can't tell clearly.

For Xuan Chan, anyone is respectful, his years are too long, even the main writer has only guilt for him, he has pinched the names of hundreds of Tianjiao in his hands, if it can be fused, for them these trainees in the audience, it is really a godsend.

As the patriarch, Ling Jun's journey was buried in the soil.

Tianyi sighed: "Let you see the joke." ”

It's still so casual, only this time, it's deep and meaningful.

"As a leader, I lived up to his expectations. You don't have to blame yourself either. Zhuo Yu only needs to explain, just like the quilt covering the young man's body, when it is finished, you can leave. ”

"It's bitter. In the next life, when will you wait? Tianyi didn't stick to its own settings, it smiled, without the arrogance of the superior: "I went to your territory to take a look, it's really not the scale I can take over." ”

"Fenghua Xueyue is a young man's talent, and his sao rou can't learn it, this is his pride, and he would rather just do it." Ling Jun seemed to be remembering, like a etiquette that was two years late, and he staggered and got drunk.

He is emotional, and the children who grow up from the perspective of a bystander also have their own sadness:

He showed a lonely indifference to everything, so that his justice would not be questioned, but now, the mundane emotions in him made his free and easy smell heavy.

"Talent, it's like a bill, it won't wait for you until it's redeemed.

"I talked to you this time, mainly because I haven't seen you for too long, and sometimes I miss you when you were there."

"What you miss is not the same as me." Xuan Chan shook his head.

What the main writer misses is the teenager who had close contact with him during that time, and what he misses is the world under the auspices of that teenager, the stubbornness, which he can't learn in the future.

"Being detained in a small pigeon cage when you don't want to return his name may also determine our fate, this is not our time, so it's better to wait."

The charcoal scorched the light on the young man's body, turned the fish on the iron net over, Xuan Chan dispersed the wine on his body, leaned against the window, and his tone was cold:

"Stained with the light of my predecessors. This is also the fate of our segment. Ever since he wanted to breed pride and leave behind Mobao, who could laugh even when he was old, he walked this path for five years.

"The blood of a land—

"He's not easy to get along with, nostalgic, cold, and always moving forward in regret. I've forgotten what he used to be, what self-deranged words he wrote. ”

Xuan Chan took a few breaths, as if he could spit out something, for a long time, the blue sky and white clouds faded, and he didn't say anything more.

In Ling Jun's memory, the arrogant passer-by did not look infatuated, and he did not empathize with his juniors.

What will the grave standing in the desert think of the sand dunes?

Go, wander on your journey.

Ling Jun's heart softened, he looked at the wings of the sky, and his heart was sad:

"Such a hard day, don't press it, let him go."

He and Yu Ling believe not in the same god, and even in a sense, the resources of the other party's birth are their assets after destruction, and the gods and Buddhas that Yu Ling worships are a comprehensive denial of themselves.

But......

Even Yu Ling is in the past tense, the same corpse in the grave, looking at his coffin, looking at his peaceful appearance.

He completely lost everything about himself, and this history was in his eyes, so that Ling Jun didn't know what attitude to face this prisoner who came out of the desert.

Crows, flocks of crows flying low under the clouds, flapping their wings to bring light beyond the clouds, the boy in a trench coat, looking at his twisted palms, his gaze unfocused, the broken mirror showing him his decadent countenance.

Yu Ling carried the infinitely extended chains, he melted into the darkness, the light dispersed with him, and the general leader of Great Wei looked at the pale years and felt his empty body.

I......

It's back.

With emotions that he can't sort out, the beginning of a mess, and the end of a mess, if Ling Jun's key word is absurdity, then he is meaningless.

His existence is meaningless......

It's like a joke, a connection, all the definitions are empty like a joke in him, he is like a program, executing a pathetic and crazy love.

"So the moon, it never looks at me, or rather, I don't exist in its world."

A flock of crows flew, Yu Ling noticed a deep tiredness, and a piece of dead wood in the blazing cooking oil not far away smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to be alive." ”

With this beat, Yu Ling disappeared.

You......

Yuzu didn't say much, as long as his traces came back, what he did made sense.

Dream reincarnation, purple butterflies flying, it is like a mark of fate, a curse of trekking through mountains and rivers, it brings its sleeping mind to the distant history books, rummaging through the words left in it.

Two years ago, he was obviously full of hope, how could he still step by step, let go of all the extravagant hopes that he was holding onto, so that he embarked on a road of no return rushing to the mountains and seas?

The dream is shattered, and it should be repaired when you wake up, right?

Ling Jun's words count.

At this moment, the prisoner, who was disgusted by life, returned to the deepest part of the water prison with his guilt, and another young man who was at large had red eyes:

"I'm so sorry for keeping you going until now......"

Yuzuya reached out and pulled a long stick out of the void.

Who deprived me of the weapon of resistance?

I'm so sorry, I'm going to struggle like a clown in front of you again!

seems to be smiling instead of laughing, Yuzu remembers and draws a formation on his chest:

I'm so sorry, my dear friend, but I still want to see you in the red dust.

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When a familiar scene appeared, He was relieved and said no more.

There are too many things that have been lost in the sacrifice, and there are too many difficulties to return to that height.

[Trial of the Galaxy begins!] 】

[Background description: Through a magical mirror, you have come to the anti-universe of the Universe of Possibilities.] Here, the dragon and beast contractors will continue to pass the trials according to the agreement. Each time you die, you will receive a large number of Psychic Pact Points, which increase the Synchronization Points of the Pact Order.

[Mission description: To die!] The lower the frequency of attack, the higher the frequency of defense and dodge, the better you can explore your limits, so as to exercise the tacit understanding of the mind through continuous resurrection!

[Resurrection Time Countdown: One hour!] 】

Yuzuya looked at the mission description, slightly surprised.

It seems that with what he did, the traces of data on the wandering civilization became heavier, so that now, there is no trace of "beyond the universe of possibilities" at all, and even the "sense of being stared at" on his body has been reduced a lot.

Cut off from life and death?

Yuzuya closed his eyes and perceived, and then determined that the danger of being chased and killed could be ruled out.

After thinking for a while, the sacrifice chose to no longer be entangled, as long as the situation continued to progress in a good direction, then the truth would be gradually revealed by itself.

Gu Huai was forcibly awakened in a dream, and the eggshell in Yuzuya's hand cracked, and its appearance was silvery-white, and the combat effectiveness of its juvenile form was not high, and it was only in the apostle realm.

"Guy, guy! Captain—"

"Awake?"

"Uh-huh! Am I not learning from the Moldy Turtle how to become a powerful dragon? Eh, a new copy? ”

Xiao Tianzhen opened his eyes and adapted to a new state, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Yuzu smiled and shared the task list:

"I am the ushering of the temple. The copy of the moldy turtle is over, but I didn't expect to involve you. I wanted to tell you this when you also join the temple, but I didn't have time to explain, so I helped me complete the task first. ”

"Ahh Yes?! Is it! Gu Huai was very excited, and before he could digest the information in front of him, a pop-up window popped up:

[Eleven-dimensional elemental lifeform, the temple's senior inquisitor Yuzuya, invited you to participate in the Messenger Trial, do you agree?] 】

[Yes / No]