Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.

What does it matter if it's true or what's false?

Is it dreaming that you are a butterfly, or dreaming that you are a human, which is yourself? Bored. Wouldn't it be too sad to struggle for this for the rest of your life? She knows that she recognizes the present, it is the present, and the current self is enough.

"Your fake look really affects Xiao Wang's image too much, you know?" Looking at the blurred outline, Fenghua narrowed his eyes and pouted in disgust. When she arrived at this body, she was really uncomfortable, and the impact of her soul and body almost made her soul fly.

But in those days when her soul was tormented, she felt the love of her grandmother.

These stories were told to her by her grandmother through stories long ago when she was in a coma and in pain.

She used to have no childhood, and from her grandmother's narration, she gradually sketched a childhood scene in her mind, and the person comfortingly hugged her and educated her outline. Her heart, which had been frozen and closed, wavered slightly, and then she found herself in full control of the body.

When she saw her grandmother's long pale hair, she knew that she would be the best in the world from then on.

Also, I decided on this grandmother.

She is a stubborn person, once she determines something, she will be unwavering, and she will not waver in the slightest way.

The already resolute heart, coupled with the effect of Half Moon to protect the soul, this kind of illusion that makes people recall the best time at the beginning and then give a hard impact to make people collapse, has no effect on her at all.

"You, how could you?" The voice sharpened, and it seemed to be stimulated by Fenghua's reaction and suffered a lot of shock.

"What's impossible?" Fenghua raised his hand, grabbed the direction of the source of the sound, and found a small ball of gold in his hand, stubbornly hooking a sinful arc, and turned his eyes closed.

She didn't break away directly, but instead infiltrated her spiritual power into that small group of things.

Airplanes! ~

The surrounding scenery changed again, this time without that kind of dazedness, like a spectator, watching the development of a story by person, or the protagonist here is not alone.

It is a dense forest, with thick, dense branches overlapping each other, blocking most of the sun.

A small golden toad is like a piece of glowing gold, spitting bubbles, innocently and innocently lying on the lotus leaf in the pool, turning its belly to bask in the sun. Just then, a man appeared in front of its eyes.

This man has long brilliant blond hair, eyes as blue as a lake, skin as white as snow, and lips that are fresh but purple. Like the darling of heaven, it is perfect from top to bottom.

It's so beautiful, the little golden toad was stunned by this sudden appearance, the first time he saw such a beauty.

It's just that I don't know why, Jin Toad felt that instinctive fear from the bottom of his heart, like the fear of encountering a natural enemy. The snow-white palm came to the front of him, and Jin Toad felt that he was going to die, but his eyes widened and he tried to see the person in front of him.

Then, this beautiful woman who was so beautiful that everyone and God were angry laughed.

It's drunk.

Since then, it has had an additional owner, and this owner is called Queen Medusa.