"Uncle Han, my father sent a letter back to talk about marriage, and he will postpone it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 On the side of the Hazy Plateau, even if the Monk Alliance sends a large number of mortal soldiers with powerful electric guns and electric cannons, I am afraid that it will collapse in front of the Great Wall in the near future. The beauty said in a worried tone.

Old Man Han sneered: "That's why we are going to take out the 'Yang Crystal' that sealed the 'Sealing Demon Yuan' now, let those demon beasts come out, and we will use the 'Yang Crystal' to cooperate with the 'Jingyang Lantern' of our Xianyuan Monk Academy to build another underground array, so as to escape this catastrophe!"

"Uncle Han, don't we cooperate with the command of the Monk Alliance......

It turns out that zombies and robots will break through the Great Wall of Ten Thousand Miles on the Hazy Plateau in the near future, if this is the case, the Monk Alliance will not be able to take care of the Great Wall on the other side of the 100,000 Great Mountains. In this way, the three kingdoms of the Huangsheng Continent will fall into an extremely chaotic situation again. First and foremost are mortals, who will surely die nine times out of ten.

It's just that I don't understand that now, before the zombies and robots have broken through the Great Wall, can't a large number of high-level monks gather to destroy the Mist Plateau and the 100,000 Great Mountains? Why did the Monk Alliance let such a thing happen? I don't understand why the Asian country on the other side of the 100,000 Mountain didn't make any moves, and the Chu State on the other side of the Mist Plateau. Could it be that something went wrong with those Jindan and Yuan Infant Great Cultivators?

"Although the electric power in the electric gun and electric cannon can cause considerable damage to zombies and robots, it cannot cause those high-level zombies and robots to die, and the power of mortals is ...... in the end."

......

Where to fulfill the desire to live? I can't resist the pain of being a demon cat now.

Black, is the entire color of the abyss. There are twenty pairs of glowing eyes in the black.

"Found it, master!" the bearded dean, that is, Wu Chao, suddenly shouted in the dark. How can a dean rush to scream in a place where there are demon beasts? This person will not live long, and I have made this conclusion in my heart.

The so-called treasure, I have heard the name before-"Yang Crystal", it is probably just a treasure with a lot of energy. They want to be left alone, and destruction will come to them. I can think of things, why can't this very smart Han Lao understand?

This question was not fully understood until I saw a notebook in the storage bag left by Han Lao after his death.

The letter reads:

April 23, 16431.

I woke up, my mind moving from dream to reality.

Dream: Several huge goldfish swim around in the water near the street, with most of their bodies exposed, and the people on the street watch indifferently. There were a lot of people playing with the goldfish, which surprised me when I just got off the train.

I slept at night and forgot to drink water, so my thirst for water made me throw away the warm bedding and pour a glass of water into the living room. The thirst vanished. I had nothing to do, and I saw the sunlight shining in the living room, the reality was so wonderful, and then I went to brush my teeth. There was a mouth in the mirror that dangled and dangled his teeth, and the teeth seemed to be white. She said I had a little yellow teeth, so I decided to make it whiter. I love her, and I must try to correct what she is not satisfied with. Because I love her.

Hunger invades, and I can't bear to ignore it. My brother went to work, so did my sister, and so did my father. It's strange that my mother is not at home so early. Breakfast didn't have to fall early, so I dragged my shoes barefoot and went downstairs to visit the beautiful owner of the breakfast shop. It's hunger, or I'd have read a strange novel.

May 12, 16431.

Wow. The sun shines on the surface of the real world - the surface of the object is not deep. It was also sprinkled on my body, a little warm, more than May, in fact, a little stuffy, more than eight o'clock. The sound of shoes dragging on the ground rubbing against the ground rippled in my ears and lingered, and I continued to drag my shoes barefoot to rub the ground to make a sound.

It's really strange, is it true that everyone is dead? I haven't seen a single person walking this road with me after walking for a long time, which is not usually the case. It's so quiet, it's so quiet. I'm used to the hustle and bustle of the world, and the silence unsettles me. Turning a corner into the street, I was surprised to find that all the shops on this bustling street were wide open, and there were no people and no noisy cars. This is never the case.

I put on my shoes and ran, I don't know the emotion, maybe it's blank, I just run to see the traces of people in a farther space. But people may really be dead. Loneliness is a bit ambiguous, and when I'm sure it's real, it's probably a good situation for me to be the only one left in the world. I didn't think much about it at the time, maybe people were at home, maybe something big was going on in the world, and people were going to stay at home. What will time tell? Time will prove that it is very difficult for me to see anyone outside of me in this world. I've lived so long and found a bond that doesn't go to death, so I'm going to live with her. I'll go find her.

The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless. The sky is clear. If there is no birdsong, I am afraid that it will be dead. The corpse is not in this space for me to see. The breeze blew the yellow leaves in the sky and fell under my shoes, crushed and shattered. Fang Yuan and I ate some canned food that we had just picked up from the supermarket to quench our hunger and thirst. Snuggled up and slept. The feeling of sleepiness is unstoppable. Everything, to be said.

May 25, 16431.

My shoes have been stepped on in a lot of places. Only sunlight lingers at the entrance of her community. The black shadow cast by the sunlight on me clung to the ground beside me, and it was black. kept blackening other films, and returned that piece of light. And the light was returned. Along the way, the store was empty and there was no electricity. There was no one in the supermarket, so I grabbed a bag of beef jerky and chewed off some hunger, so I found a trash can and threw it in, making a boom, and after a while, the sound was brutally murdered to death by the air. The silence was only briefly expelled by my shoes rubbing against the ground. For a long time, this sunny street was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of people. Before it was completely quiet, my shoes kept rubbing against different floors.

September 21, 16431.

I couldn't find an ant. I seriously searched.

December 12, 16431.

I woke up. After being in a daze for a while, I began to recall my dreams, and the dreams I had when I didn't wake up just now were more than one, all of them were wonderful. It's interesting, but I don't know if there is one, whether it's waking up or dreaming. I've been dreaming for as long as I can remember, really. There are 10,000 of them. Although I am only in my twenties, tens of thousands of dreams are not nonsense. Because I don't have more than one dream when I don't wake up at a time. Hahaha......

Obviously, dreaming has become an important part of my life. By the way, there is one more thing that has to be mentioned. When I wet the bed when I was a child, this will obviously make the person who washes the sheets unhappy, and after being unhappy, I hit my ass and don't say it, but also promote it everywhere as a talking point, as if my grandson gave birth to this thing and my face is blush, well, it is to tell me that I have to do more things that I shouldn't have done. The important thing is that the face is ugly, being ridiculed by my sister and brother, and a lot of bad mood caused by bedwetting. So I found a way not to wet the bed, because the consequences of bedwetting are horrible, and I don't like horror. When I was a child, I always didn't clearly realize that the toilet in my dream could not contain my urine, so I would run to my pants and bed sheets in reality, or even my brother's body every time. Later, I made up my mind that I would never go to the toilet of my dreams again, because it was really unreliable. In vain, I have been subjected to a great deal of horrible suffering. I hated the toilet in my dreams. After many failures later, I finally succeeded. I can pee in a dream before I suddenly wake up to the realization that this is a dream! I can't pee! So I have a part of my self-consciousness in reality (I don't know why it's not completely, when I woke up in a dream recently, most of my thoughts were dominated by desire, anyway, it's a dream, and it won't break my state of mind...... It is worth mentioning that they are all like dolls, as if they have no soul. There is no pleasure. Of course, when you grow up, you will dream and know that you are in a dream, and it is no longer caused by urine, which will run into reality. One time I saw sunlight in a dream, and suddenly I recovered my conscious memory from the dream. I wandered around, and I ran hard, to the 100,000 mountains, to the misty plateau, and through the endless wasteland, I would not be tired!

In short, when I wake up, I will be quietly stunned, and then remember the dreams I made when I sleeped. It's a habit of mine. Time blurs the memory, and the dreams hide in the depths of the memory one by one, and the dreams that are no longer remembered by me must be very lonely and lonely. Later, I will write down my favorite dreams. Maybe I was lazy, so I wrote down a few deep and beautiful dreams that I had made a long time ago and didn't remember them again. Go with the wind. The beauty of the past is always a memory, but it adds to the burden of the present time. The present time cannot be better than the beautiful dreams that have been processed by fantasy. Go with the wind.

August 9, 16462.

Now we're going for a walk, in a world where it's just the two of us.

June 7, 16478.

One day, I was bitten by a dog, a homeless, dirty, white-haired puppy.

January 1, 16495.

Loneliness is the norm for me.

September 5, 16531.

The vast majority of people spend most of their day doing things that they don't want to or enjoy. And day after day, why? Laborers do not like it, they are forced to survive and they are harmed by their desires.

You can't find your place in the world of monks. Incompetence gave her a stable cultivation environment. She'll leave me eventually, too. At that time, I will have no sustenance to live. Pain will kill me. But I still have a desire for happiness.

I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about it. So what do I want to think? This world is not an illusion of my will alone. So I couldn't survive. Pain is inevitable, tragedy is doomed. How long can I struggle, for a while and for a while. Her presence tugged at my soul to be killed, but only half a centimeter. I don't want to do what I don't want to do.

May 8, 16537.

Why do I shed so many tears, because she may leave me. My cultivation is very low, and not only that, but I don't see my cultivation getting higher in the future. And she's starting to hate me. I cried a lot of tears.

September 4, 16545.

I made her. A man who loves me so much that she will not leave, who has all the memories of her before she died, except for him. Even if it's not true to her. Snuggling together like this can also be comforted for a lifetime. Without her, the pain of loneliness would not have survived half a centimeter anywhere.

April 4, 16548.

In this lonely world, I have a role. Her man.

March 1, 16555.

Rumbling laughter lingered in my ears.

June 2, 16557.

Recently I was in love with a woman.

February 2, 16567.

Mosquitoes bite me. I lit mosquito coils. The mosquito that bit me may have been killed by mosquito coils. The mosquitoes that didn't bite me also died. I don't bite now, I'll bite later. I lit mosquito coils. The mosquitoes don't bite me anymore. I don't feel bad anymore and a lot of mosquitoes died. Comfortable sleep without mosquitoes.

March 9, 16569.

I walked alone on a road where everyone came and went. I looked up at the sky, the vast sky, freedom is loneliness.

April 19, 16588.

I covet your delicate and masturbate with it.

July 30, 16597.

There is no more than the above, and there is nothing more than the bottom. I can only compare with the dead, wow, I'm still alive!

June 2, 16600.

Have you seen the reality clearly, and your mind can be clear?

April 9, 16611.

I saw that everyone was playing their part in their place. A middle-aged man grips the steering wheel inside his tram. Two middle-aged women looked out the window with their chin in their hands, their eyes were dull and empty, where did their eyes stay outside the window for more than half a minute?

Out of the house, all day. Back again. Wash your body, face and teeth, and go to bed. Another day......

Immortals can only do the same repetitive things as mortals.

Freedom is solitude. Loneliness is pain. Don't be alone. Happy with her.

September 1, 16655.

The sky is falling. It was desolate, and there was a hut with a tent in front of the eaves. The two tables were empty. I threw my hands and shouted, in the rain. When I entered the tent, I suddenly saw a person popping out a sentence in front of him. Before I could see more, the voice was even more indistinguishable from men, women, and children: "How can you hide here?" ”

June 6, 16677.

One drop of water and one and a half drops of water......

October 16, 16679.

They're cleaning their homes and then they're comfortable.

1668010 6.

A common topic at this time, time passed, and then it was brought up again. Time passes. Vanish.

December 1, 16681.

The wonder of electricity.

November 29, 16685.

Xiaoqiang's hobby is sweeping floors. If hobbies can support you. Then go and sweep the road yourself.

December 14, 16688.

After I die...... I have nothing to do with me after I die. It doesn't matter if you cremate and bury the chickens or feed the dogs. I don't feel any pain anymore. Even if you bury me in the main hall of the Monks' Union, I won't be happy.

October 11, 16690.

To live is to die.

The family eats at the table. He suddenly raised his head and said to his mother: I want to die.

August 8, 16700.

Dazed, looking at what I saw. I.

Is every tree lonely?

Beauty and solitude. Ugliness and ignorance are happy.

I look at the bowl, and I only have bowls in my world.

April 5, 16711.

Association. I saw a cute little gray cat strolling along the wide asphalt road. A bird flies over the cat's head. The bird flew over the sky for some time and stayed on the lights. Above and below where the birds flew, there were three or two big cats and small cats. The big cat got into the trash. The bird on the street lamp lit up with a green light, and was suddenly startled, flying over the bustling head, a lump of dense green liquid pressed against a pile of thick black hair, a white hand......

July 19, 16712.

What is it about this world that attracts me? Human beings who have been kept captive by the reincarnation of the upper realm.

July 19, 16713.

What do I want to do alive? Read that story......

September 5, 16713.

How could I have consciously looked at this here...... I?......

September 5, 16714.

Consciousness, the quiet nothingness of non-existence.

September 5, 16715.

I had a good failure yesterday.

September 5, 16717.

Alive, conscious perception.

September 5, 16718.

An ant that was once alive.

September 5, 16719.

A companion in the dream. I have lost you forever.