Refinement is refinement, and load restriction is load limiting.

The so-called fate is good if it is enough.

The song is unfinished, the east is white, and the red sun rises.

The island, the girl is clean, she embraces the scorching sun in the tide sea, this is her embrace with heaven and earth, and the merchant looks at her by the reef, watching this god Ragnarok.

"I don't have any good news for you."

"Of course I won't try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me."

She turned around, the little white dress turned the world, and her body raised a breath of qi, the merchant chief had little contact with this person, but he felt an illusory sense from her, it was a real sadness, but this sadness had nothing to do with the present. She has no subject, but through her, you can see a corner of the future.

Her strength and particularity are unique, defensive, as an observer, Shang Chang can feel the overwhelming sense of oppression, that is a block, that kind of strength seems to flow, as his realm ascends.

For the middle-aged man, his continuous growth, thanks to this one, she raised her growth route from the Imperial Graveyard to the level of Ragnarok, although he felt that the strength of the other party was far from the so-called Ragnarok that could be limited, but that was already the upper limit of what he could reach.

The chief merchant was curious and helpless about this emotion, because even if he tried so hard, he couldn't close the distance, watching from afar, watching her become more and more illusory, but unable to explain her role in this world, he would often collapse, and when he was young, he encountered an unsolvable mystery, and his latest career also lost a lot.

The middle-aged man did not have many ambitions, but when he conquered the mountains, he trampled on the small hills under his feet.

This world is big and beautiful, but I am in such a vast world, and my eyes are full of sadness and loneliness.

Time and space are misaligned, and I still can't embrace my ideals after all.

Heartache?

On what grounds?

With what position?

I was nothing more than a plummeting failure, a stream of truth running through the palm of my hand, and I didn't grasp anything.

The merchant chief is here, always very melancholy, he did not go where he should be, but he lived an irreplaceable legend in the imperial cemetery, it is the peace of mind in the hearts of the so-called elders, and he is a leader who can make the power thrive, but ......

Why.

"I'm coming to see you again. Your world, with my impulses. What shall I say, the young master with red lips and white teeth died in vain, and I do not know how the greater world works, and whether the brilliance of idealism will be burned down.

"Nie Du, its broken ,......"

The seal woke up, it was so tired, so tired, so long in the blink of an eye, so short.

He seems to have experienced it himself, otherwise why would he be so tired?

But I can't remember anything, but I quickly came to another stage of my life.

"We ......

"Five of us......

"The dust has fallen to ......"

The seal suddenly covered his chest with his hands, he began to breathe in fear, the violent restlessness swallowed his soul, his eyes looked at himself in a daze, he lost his soul on the ground, he didn't know why he was like this, he couldn't read his own iceberg, his memory......

The memory is swallowed up by the iceberg, and it cannot reconcile with itself, in a state of amnesia.

"I can hear you." On the beach, the girl's feet stepped on the waves, the water was moist, the wind blew the tips of her hair, she turned her head, her eyes were clear, she understood love and hate, she could read the reason, and beat it under the starry sky, the sun and the starlight shone on her body at the same time, the clouds in the sky hung quietly, and the merchant looked at it for a long time, like savoring a drama.

You know it well;

In this world, the fish are flipping in the sky, maybe many things are fate, just like I met you, just like I gave birth to these inexplicable and wonderful emotions because of you, and finally, because you drowned yourself in the water.

The middle-aged man with gold wire glasses coughed and got up, he didn't waste his time to face such an unattainable mountain, the so-called obsession, you can only let go, just like the regret given to you by God, this is your ID card, is the reason why you become your precipitation, if there is really a so-called man who wins the day, then who still believes in miracles?

I can't be too greedy and let myself continue to mess up and muddy my fate.

Overestimate one's strength or oneself.

Hahahahaha!

Shang Chang laughed, this was the first gaffe in his life, two lines of tears hung on his cheeks, taking away all his Qinggao, that was a kind of recognition, perhaps, he looked in the mirror for so long, always regarded himself as an exception, and did not take a good look at this skin.

Is there any room for everything?

Without.

The seal was awakened by laughter, and he began to wander again with his big golden calf, trying to find the meaning of his life, like a penguin looking at an iceberg far away, and then embarking on a journey without hesitation.

If it is a story, it must be the mother who pulls the penguins with hard work, but finds that her children will also be like her husband, embarking on this journey of death, and finally get a bad review on the audience's anger: great maternal love is only a victim of male society in the end.

But here, the shrimp and the crab have been cut, only a lonely shrimp embarked on a journey for a ridiculous and incomrutable dream, no one sacrificed for him, he did not encounter any obstacles, here is a shortcut to death, we remember what we did with the attitude of the brave.

If history was destined to be a tragedy, would you still put pen to paper?

Yes, otherwise, there would be no tragedy in this world, how sad would that be?

yes, so I'm here to be your victim.

The game of Paradise of Death is over, the gambler sighs and stretches his waist, the young master of the white country is dead, and the young master of the white country is born. In addition to the young master, the gentleman also died.

These two events were undoubtedly an earthquake, all the information was intertwined and transmitted in mid-air, and the gambler smiled gently, quietly, gently, and the beauty of flowing water made her look particularly abrupt in the paradise of death.

It's over.

The prelude to the white kingdom began, she will not stop her journey, even if it is a deserted wooden house, she will build her own dynasty here, she has to think a lot, whether it is borrowing corpses to return souls, dogs and rats, all the blanks she is ready, to use her own blood to leave her own traces on it.

Come on, I'll take a gamble.

The woman was blonde, she was smiling as she walked down the crowded road in front of her, her lethality was rising, and the composer and black hand who had been watching the script had left a few days earlier, because they knew very well that this one was invincible.