[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

I saw the unrestrained peaks and cliffs rising up to hundreds of feet, with red Ruomu flowers all over the mountains and plains, clear springs and waterfalls winding down, and the water splashed into the sky. When Zhuang Zhou looked up, he saw the sky is vast and vast. Career.

But it is a beautiful scene where everything is free.

The veins in Zhuang Zhou's mind have already been sorted out clearly, seeing this situation, it is already clear.

This flower spirit looks soft and quiet like a virgin, innocent and harmless like a child, but his temperament is another kind of cruelty, cruelty and firmness.

This abode is like an illusion within another illusion, all of them are sharp, pointing directly to the softest inch of soft flesh in the heart, if it penetrates into the blood, it will end this life.

Now, just now, it is just clearing the clouds and seeing the fog, and seeing the truth again.

He walked for a while, and saw a towering tree in front of him, and a person was lying lazily.

The man's red eyes were like glazed fire, and when he saw him, he flew down.

It was Feng Jun.

"Changqin."

he said.

Prince Changqin nodded slightly.

"In the illusion, thank you Feng Jun for helping me."

In the illusion, the world is so real that it is very detailed, and it is extremely smooth, and only the Phoenix family, which can be reborn from the ashes, can get together, so they commit suicide without hesitation. The prince Changqin has many obsessions in his heart. On the contrary, it is not as bold and ruthless as it is.

Feng Jun smiled.

"It's nothing more than relying on the natural blood."

"Now there is only a moment left."

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light appeared out of thin air, and when the light disappeared, a figure appeared.

With broad shoulders and straight legs, handsome and fierce appearance, a pair of golden beasts were originally cold and dazzling, sharp, but now they contained clouds and mist, mourning like a child.

When he saw the prince Changqin, he turned into a small water scorpion in the blink of an eye, and the milk swallow fell into the arms of the prince Changqin like a bird returning to its nest in the forest.

It seems that one or two hundred years have been added out of thin air.

Prince Changqin was neither surprised nor happy, and raised his hand to gently caress the head of Fushuipo, looking gentle and calm.

"It's all right."

For a while, he arched the fingers of Prince Changqin, the clouds and mist in his eyes finally turned into water droplets, rolling down one by one, he buried his head in Changqin's arms, without saying a word .

Prince Changqin didn't rush him, just stood quietly.

Even Feng Jun never opened his mouth.

Without him, compared with them, Qianyu who has 200 years of cultivation but a clear mind is still a child.

Between heaven and earth, there was a moment of silence.

In the vast world and the vastness of thousands of miles, only the three of them were seen, and there was no other living being.

If one day, in this universe, in the prehistoric world, I am really the only one left, what should I do?

Prince Changqin lowered his eyes slightly.

This road, go down, where is the end?

For some unknown cause and effect, he suddenly realized something in his heart, like a delicate and white five-petaled flower blooming silently on top of a boulder, Maitreya, who had been sitting upright in the thorn bushes for many years, blinked, something related to fate Yu Tiandi's mystery was once again captured by him.

He smiled.

But some don't take it seriously.

Even if fate is approaching and karma is about to come to an end, it is not a big deal.

He has come so far and has nothing to do with them.

After waiting for a long time, Qian Yu just jumped out from Prince Changqin's arms, and with a movement of the tip of his tail, he took the shape of a human.

The handsome and sharp face of the young man remained the same, and the golden pupils were still unrivaled sharp, but there had been slight changes.

The brilliance, brilliance, translucence and clarity of the first sight have disappeared like snow-covered claws, and when they meet snow-covered blankets, they quietly disappear.

"This is Ruocang's real residence."

Youth Road.

"If I remember correctly, he once told me that this residence was built in a valley, and it looked vast, but it was actually just a formation made by him."

he said.But he never mentioned the slightest bit of talent.

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