Time, the 22nd century of the Blue Planet, July 7 of the 20th year, 20 years have passed since the last gunpowder left.

However, the long river of time in the world of 'Heavenly Awakening' has passed quietly for thousands of years, and now it happens to be the seventh day of July.

Location, in the world of 'Tianxing', a peerless small world in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, called Xiantian Langque City.

There are eight peaks surrounding Langque City, and the scenery on them is indescribably beautiful, each with its own merits, and it is a small world that is not the same as eight of them.

On one of the mountains called 'Everest', the wind and the sun are beautiful at the moment, and the sky is clear, and there is a sense of laziness everywhere in the heavens and the earth.

It's just that the fragrance of the grass and trees here can't hide the pungent smell of feces. The growth of all things under the integration of thousands of smells is vigorous and extraordinary.

The tall and rugged alder trees cover the entire peak, and its height of more than 20 meters makes people look up, and there are only rays of sunlight under the lush foliage, which can be projected into this luxuriant place.

There is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy on the mountainside here, who is lying on the branches of the alder wood and sleeping.

As long as the little life is still there, no one can disturb the quintessential policy of sleeping.

Because there is everything in the dream.

The young man on the tree was dreaming of a sweet dream, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth had soaked his coarse cloth collar, and dripped down the bark texture of the grooves of the branches, more than ten meters below, and the wet had already soaked a large area.

The young man's surname is Li Xinxin, and he is a well-known fool in Langque City, who sees it or teases a little, despises a little, spits on a little, and of course there are people who envy it.

After all, this fool often does it, and many people want to do it but can't do things that are enviable.

Therefore, Li Qingxin is very unwillingly in the real world! What do you want, what you can't do, either walking on the road of being scolded, or on the way to being beaten.

Of course, the fool also has a spring, he has a beautiful and invincible sister-in-law, an angelic cute and kind sister Lan Xi, and this cute Xiaobai who often takes him to fight monsters.

But apart from the three of them, Li Qingxin can basically be said to be the object of spurning by the owners of this small world, and the best negative teaching material for educating immature children.

Li Xinxin is stupid, but his sleepiness is not wasted in the ethereal world, but some strange things often appear in his dreams.

And the central characters of all the stories are very familiar to him.

In particular, there is one of them who has experienced something that can make him empathize with it, as if it had just happened in the near future.

The stories in it will make him remember them for a long time.

So he was very eager to know the whole life of that little chubby paper.

Of course, not every dream can meet that cute little chubby paper.

And at this time, everything that happened in Li Qingxin's dream was the embarrassing situation of going to the wrong set.

In his dreams, even the grumpy proprietress of the 'Fujijia' restaurant, Wu Da, would throw him a smile without hesitation.

In it, it can be said that everyone loves flowers and blooms, and it is not an exaggeration.

There were a large number of women surrounding him, fragrant and fragrant, and the sound of warblers and swallows, all of them were so lively.

Leaning on Li Qingxin's central circle, there are several famous Tianjiao women in Langque City, and the important point is that they have never been married now.

Among them, there is the talented lady Shumeizi of that day, who is excellent in calligraphy and painting, and is crowned as the first person in Langque pen and ink.

She murmured softly, "Li Lang, look at it, what a beautiful picture!"

Immediately, I saw her snow-white slender hand holding a pen, and in a few breaths, the fairy realm of a family of three was happily blended, and it instantly unfolded on the rice paper in the air.

Li Qingxin looked at this strange picture stupidly, his mouth grew up, and his face was incredible.

When I saw the little girl with two pigtails in the painting, staggering towards him, her pink little mouth kept shouting, "Daddy, Daddy." ”

Li Qingxin looked very happy, her daughters are going to be fathers, and she doesn't have to marry her wife, it's just good, don't want it!

I don't have to think about the sky-high houses in Langque City, and I don't have to think about those expensive and outrageous matchmaker bride prices, I don't have to be a single person until I get old in this life, I'm so happy.

Xu Yuxin, the daughter of the first wealthy family in Langque City, was not to be outdone.

She calmly grabbed a large stack of golden tickets in her arms, looked at Li Xinxin and said, "Fresh, what do you like?"

The huge words 'million' shone with golden light, and also covered Li Qingxin's eyes, Xu Yuxin casually threw the golden tickets away, scattered like snowflakes above everyone's heads.

Li Qingxin's eyes were shining with golden light, although he didn't know what 'million' meant, but he also knew that it was money, a lot of money.

Then he naturally straightened his hands, counted them one by one, and only counted to ten, and found that his fingers and brain were not enough.

Li Qingxin was really anxious, and hurriedly bent down, and was about to start taking off his shoes and counting his toes.

Ouyang Miao, a chivalrous girl who is famous for a radius of ten miles and eight villages, was not happy to see this scene, her indisputable face sank, and she snorted softly; ”

The long sword in her hand unsheathed on its own, swaying with a cold and cold light, and in the amazement of everyone, it flew high into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Then I saw Ouyang Miao's slender hands around his arms, and the long sword that disappeared passed behind everyone strangely, and then gracefully entered the sheath.

At this time, the strange thing was that a strand of green silk on the top of Ouyang Miao's head also happened to fall into Li Qingqing's hands.

Li Qingxin looked at the green silk in his hand and was stunned, his mouth opened and he was round, frowning and trying his best to remember.

I still can't figure out where the long sword returned to the sheath, and when the green silk in my hand appeared out of thin air.

Looking around one by one, the beauty of Liuliyuan is willowy.

Her willow leaves and light eyebrows, soft face, delicate body, as if a gust of wind can blow down, just standing there alone, is the most beautiful scenery.

Xingfeng Street, Zhang's maid, Qin Cen.

The cold and strong appearance of her delicate face, the frosty posture that rejects people thousands of miles away, are also looking at the moment when Li Qingxin dissolves and dissipates and never returns.

Wang Mazi has just turned fifteen years old, and Queen Sun Xiaotong.

At this time, her pretty face is like a ripe apple, the red flutter is good-looking and lovely, looking at Li Xin's eyes shyly, her thin body twists and pinchs, and she doesn't know what to do.

Of course, the most feminine is the charming widow You Wanqing in the ancient alley.

Her graceful posture is even more enchanting, and at the moment she is looking at Li Xinxin with charming eyes, the charm between the smiles and cheeks is full of charm, and she is fiddling with the mature beauty as much as possible with an exaggerated posture.

There are too many people, and Li Xinxin is dizzying and dazzled when he sees them, but he still can't understand what is wrong with them.

Where is this? What are they going to do? Aren't they stealing pigs with Xiaobai? What's going on?

I saw a group of people at the end, chattering and arguing non-stop, and some people even rolled up their sleeves and prepared to do a big job.

Someone shouted, "I love you, Li Qingxin." ”

"Li Qingxin is mine. ”

There was even a surprising remark, "Draw your sword, you will not die." ”

A hundred steps away from Li Qingqing's sight, Zhou Xiaocui, the daughter of the pig killer, stood tall on the back of a tiger and a bear's waist, and ran towards Li Qingxin step by step with a fat and burnt pork leg.

The oil stains on the corners of her mouth flew in all directions, the dust under her feet flew high, and she shouted indistinctly, "Silly Xinxin, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you." ”

At this time, the scene was chaotic and spectacular.

There are many beautiful women with extraordinary bearing on weekdays, but now their postures are staggered and messy.

The red lips are also full of foul language, which is endless.

The head is full of green silk, flying all over the sky, clothes, shoes and socks, all over the place.

The actions of their hands and hands are even more subversive of the past three views.

You are a black tiger stealing heart, I am a scaly fish rolling, she is a broken child and grandchild flirting with yin legs, there is no beautiful image of the goddess on weekdays.

Of course, there are more glamorous scenes, but the fool Li Xinxin also doesn't understand appreciation.

Li Qingxin, who is so popular, doesn't know what they do, so he can only show that he is even more overwhelmed.

In the end, I had to use the first of the two stunts.

Bend over the ground, hold your head in your hands, and pout your buttocks.

In this way, Li Qingxin's heart is at ease.

There is that, you are strong, you are strong, you are horizontal. Anyway, I don't listen to anything, I don't look at anything.

However, the silly face buried in the ground was still anxiously twisted into a ball.

I also wondered in my heart: "I just want to steal a pig from Xiaobai on the mountain, why is it suddenly like this."

Where is this? What the hell are these people going to do?

I'm just an idiot!

Still a child, why do they do this to me? ’

Li Xinxin was so anxious that he cried.

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The big dream is fresh in the spring and autumn, the mind is gradually opened, and the fool is fresh and has a big dream again.