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The color of dawn is transparent, when it fades away from the dark darkness of the night and merges with the soul, the full blood red is burning in the pupils and the outside world meets, the color of dusk is colorful, when the laziness of the day extends to the tiredness of twilight, the sad soul has already galloped in the dream and fairy tale games, simple and complex like a coin, there is no realistic process and no false ending, the clever and stupid hovering on the side of the cross street without a single deflation or the perseverance to move forward. The bird cry at dawn is a variation of dusk staying at the front of the night, playing the emotional division and harmony of the high and low of the landscape......

The remnants of the night disappear in the place that cannot be seen by the naked eye, whose loneliness is stretched little by little, the broken dreams slowly sneak into the corner of the mind by relying on the haze of the stars and become whose memory, the strength of the kingdom rises and falls between the pendulum of fate and conquest, whose joy rises to the top of the sky, and whose happiness is when the fireworks of fantasy quietly fall into the remnants of foam.

Lan Xingye, the king of light, sat on the jade throne and recalled the bits and pieces of the past, he remembered that he watched the king of darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, smash the crystal ball to him, but he couldn't do anything, the secret of the crystal ball accompanied by the passing of the lonely soul, as if forever sealed in the dust of the long river, he naively thought that all the disasters had disappeared and all the glory had been reunited, but the back of the heart was still pulling the epidermis of desire, and he couldn't get a complete puzzle, and what he couldn't see through was mixed together and gradually moved into the dark shadow of dusk.

Gradually, the King of Light began to transition from the cracks of memory to the siege of reality, the sorrow of the petals floating in the cold night gently tore the brightness, a dark haze swept over the river, and the moonlight reflected in the water grayed, he stretched his waist and found that his heart suddenly hit a trace of fatigue, so he spread his palms and fell asleep steadily, and then slid towards the most mysterious edge of the night......

The blood-red of the flame of light burns through all the dark blue that wanders outside the soul, when the purple red of sorrow unconsciously encroaches on the territory of happiness, whether the desperate love thread returns to the dark corner and entangles the lonely heart, the snow-white of the sky piled up with the fragrance of roses into the hair follicles of the nostrils, when the beautiful leaf petals and flowers flow with amorous taste, will the power of prophecy break through the prison cell of fate and inlay a piece of sincerity into the chest of the sea.

Archangel Michael returned to heaven from the earth with regret, his mind still wandering between the blur and trance and could not find a peaceful point, when God Jehovah was leaning on the throne and thinking about his past mistakes, he remembered that after he threw the crystal ball into the earth, the earth began to have a fresh life, and people knew the true meaning of the best and the magic of sin in the swaddling clothes of nature.

When the soul is satisfied by conquering again and again, the infinite desire becomes fearful and crazy like a net spreading the forest, and when greed hits the nerves of the brain again and again, the powerful force begins to divide the wreckage of matter and then expands forward in the unknown realm, the heart that yearns for warmth dies, the gray and cold color becomes intense, the happiness remains, and the pain remains. At this time, the archangel Michael told God that the fallen angel Lucifer was still sleeping in hell with no trace of resurrection, and that the dark angel beside him had always been surprisingly quiet around him, and then he said that the crystal ball was destroyed by the dark lord Green Pearl Xuan in the light of daylight, and he himself could only stand in place and let the shadow of the fragments obscure the hope in the corner of his eyes.

God Jehovah paused for a long time before saying that the shattering of the crystal ball did not bring everything to an end, that the fragments of the division smashed into every kingdom could give hungry souls a new lease of life, that they would never stop at the satisfaction of their hearts and the dream of conquest, that under the temptation of money and power, an unrecognizable face was dancing in front of the red sun with a mask to destroy happiness, and finally he said that a great war would definitely break out in the human world, and that the success or failure of the war was related to the survival of the kingdom and the soul awakened in pain......

The wings of the night flapped and the icy dark tide flew to the soles of whose feet, in the center of the dark tide whose eyes and the haze froze together and showed frustration in the opposite direction, the gloomy twilight swept through the furious currents and drowned whose thoughts, and in the reefs of the islands, whose fear was accompanied by painful ** fell a line of tears of remorse before the judgment of conscience. Redemption is always as simple as grasping, and when lust hollows out the whole body as clean as the outside world, beautiful fantasies will collapse in dreams and then extend into reality.

Lan Xingye, the king of light, received God's revelation in a trance dream, he saw the archangel Michael flashing with a white light to reflect the golden splendor of heaven, God Jehovah looked at the sky above his head as if all the happiness was condensed into eternity in an instant, he heard God say that the world will definitely usher in a great war in the near future, but where does this war come from, is it from the desire of the heart or from the outside world, he did not hear the voice from heaven or the voice from the heart.

He thought that such a catastrophe would be avoided if all the fragments of the crystal ball were found, but would the kings of the six kingdoms willingly give up the holy relics to him, and in the material world where everyone craves power and money, will they resist the ridicule of their ministers, the isolation of their relatives, and the contempt of their people and sacrifice themselves, the King of Light does not know.

He saw melancholy in God's eyes, a blood-stained heart hanging in the center of the flame of light and slowly hidden by dust, and when the dawn in his heart was rekindled by the light in the corner of his eye again and again, the King of Light decided to write a letter to Dugu Arrow asking him to invite the six kings to his kingdom, he could not decide his own fate, but he believed that he could reverse the decision and let the war dissolve into smoke......

The clouds condensed in my heart have not yet dispersed, the rain that lingers around my fingertips has invaded again, the strings of sorrow have just remembered the melody of joy, the dull sound of the flute has begun to beat the loneliness again, happiness comes too slowly, pain comes too quickly, everything seems to be providence and seems to be a farce. The fragment of the crystal ball stored in the secret room of the Kingdom of Light suddenly disappeared mysteriously on a rainy day, and the light flame that flew to the clouds was still as quiet as usual, and after the King of Light Lan Xingye learned the news of the loss of the crystal ball, he sat alone on the Jade Throne and panicked like an ant in a hot pot.

He remembered that the crystal ball was smashed into pieces by the dark lord Lu Zhuxuan with his magic wand, and those fragments fell to the land of each kingdom with the afterglow of light and flame, and the largest fragment fell straight down and fell into the hands of the King of Light, and the King of Light brushed off the stains on the fragment and left it in the treasure box in the secret room, and one spring and autumn after another slipped from the shallow bay of memory to the edge of the illusion, and the fragments of the crystal ball were buried in the axis of time and then dyed with the breath of night.

At this moment, the Lord of Light moved his forehead to the sides of the throne, suspecting that the man who stole the crystal ball might be a thief in the market, and his misty eyes looked at the merciless rainy night as if he were tearing apart a mask of sorrow......