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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Chapter 41: The Demonic Horns on the Head, Graffiti Chronicles

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    The layman Wangyou walks lightly on the Ice Sea Avenue, walking quickly through the synchronization of parallel spaces, and it is difficult for each plane to cross; the supreme wise man carries the music palace of another world and sails to the direction of the galaxy, looking for a grand event that can participate in the Musical Brahma.  , the computer sister who transformed into the goddess of the starry sky has already secretly downloaded all the inheritance of the music emperor Tianjiaolong and is preparing to defeat the music goddess Guan Dongling in one fell swoop; there is a sky beyond the sky, what kind of sky? Let my love have no night - Orient Express.

    There are so many songs about the word love. Listening to it in different periods and at different times, you will have slightly different experiences. It turns out that love will continue to evolve: love is like a craze, love too much, love like a tide, the price of love, love is simple,  Love transfers.

    The extinguishing starry sky, with the tide of thoughts, the mood that fills the night sky, has no miracles, no legends, only ruthless stories.  Ancient bombing, bursting out silent civilization, advancing, conquering, absorbing, only strong can be sustainable.  There are countless densely packed races in the interstellar space, and all kinds of mechas and warships are like ant piles, filling the space in front of you.  In the Dalante constellation, a flash of light appeared, and two figures suddenly appeared, one was a spirit-charming person and the other was proud of the sky group. The person who came was none other than Soul Master Luo.

    With a swipe of the pen, he cut through time and space, and with a piercing scream, escape urgently, quickly!  The spaceship started the mask and went supersonic. The computer sister heard it and called Brother Long.

    What is it that makes you so panicked?

    She, she ran away.

    Who escaped?

    The goddess of the stars.

    Ah!  Are you trying to catch the starry sky goddess? Let¡¯s go!  Time and Space Tunnel No. 9.

    It¡¯s too dangerous there.

    Have you forgotten me - Deng Miaohua version.

    The warm sunset shines through the car window in the car. I cruise on the North Coast Highway and make a temporary turn to go up the mountain. The road is very winding and long, getting farther and farther.  Until there is no human habitation, I walk higher and higher, and finally there is no way to go, it is the end, I am lost, I turn back and drive slowly, my expression is not panic, the sky turns white and black.  A song born of night.  That Pluto exists as a guardian, just to see one side of her, one glance is eternal life, it is one of the Tao, a passenger.

    I said computer sister!  Why do you want to go to that distant place to find the flower of the border?

    Brother Long, you don¡¯t understand this. It is said that the flowers on the border can change into ever-changing forms, and I can turn into a human form!

    Doubtful!  What are you doing in human form?

    snort!  Brother Long, don¡¯t you want me to accompany you to travel the universe? Let¡¯s explore together!  Play together.

    oh!  So that¡¯s it!

    And I want to become your favorite girl.

    ? Gorgeous adventure©€chen.

    Mr. Wangdao, do you know Brother Long?

    Where is Brother Long?

    It¡¯s the one with the devil¡¯s horns on his head, with a look of compassion on his face.  He has a cold and ruthless face, occasionally smiles wisely, and sometimes pretends to be crazy. Wearing an ancient titanium weapon battle suit, he soars into the clouds and rides the mist like Wukong, with nine-color light dazzling all around, with black threads in the dazzle.

    oh!  That's it, Mad Moon.

    Kuangyue, no.  It's not him. Kuang Yue is the big bad guy, although my brother Long is very evil.  But he doesn¡¯t bother to do bad things.

    After the hustle and bustle of the day, the night returns to tranquility.

    There is a lot of competition in every field and workplace, but when it comes to real estate, the fun part is that it¡¯s luck now. Everyone has a chance but doesn¡¯t grasp it, and some friends are out of luck.  There is no time to express my feelings. The newly joined old friend Yan Xiaozi has changed from an enemy team to a friendly team. Things are not as good as chess. Staying and coming, he is becoming more and more like Fudo Mingou.

    ??I couldn¡¯t sleep after watching NBA last night, so I went out early in the morning to look at a house with Ms. Han. The sun was slightly warm, so I answered a question about real estate.  In the afternoon in Beitou, I felt sleepy. I watched the Grass Man. I slipped on Tianyu Mountain and fell a little. I went to Ningxia Night Market for dinner. I didn¡¯t go to Yangmingshan. The memory of just visiting Yangmingshan has been with me since I was a child. I couldn¡¯t put it down.  Love the country more than beauty.

    I put on my headphones and listened to music and fell asleep. I received a call from my colleague early in the morning and said he was unavailable.

    Customers from Chengdu who returned to Taipei also called and said they were free in the afternoon.

    A customer who had lived in the United States for a long time and returned asked about the housing prices in Neihu, only to find out that the housing prices in Neihu were a bit out of reach. The customer in Chengdu¡¯s phone kept ringing along the way. He said that he felt like I was a boss and he was like a salesman, calm as a mountain. In fact, I want to say that I am water, no.  Fixed coping expression, occasional pensiveness, smile, autumn.

    The crash keeps happening. In the past, the text before the crash would appear, but this time it all disappeared.

    I wrote again and again, testing my patience!  Writing once and forgetting once shows that the content is not profound, and even a few words cannot be remembered. It also shows that people with extremely poor memory have two annoying sounds in the morning: one is to continue sleeping, and the other is to get up quickly.

    I can't bear to fall asleep at night, falling in love with the tranquility of late night. Even if I don't think about anything, I am still peaceful. If I hadn't been able to save time, I would wait for the full moon.

    Maybe!  Half of my heart has aged, otherwise I would be able to listen to the songs I was impatient and scornful of when I was young. Time cannot be retained, spring has gone without a trace, tides come and go, gatherings and separations are in a hurry  , the past cannot be forgotten, the duckweeds are scattered here and there, the green mountains are still there, How many times the sunset is red, wipe away my tears tonight, and keep it with the wind tomorrow night, the wind carries my dreams, the end of the world is endless, we share the morning and evening, I miss the past and the present the same "how many times the sunset is red."

    There are very few authentic lyrical rock songs in Chinese songs, and Oriental Express (Oriental Rock) is undoubtedly the first group to become famous.  iloveyou, forever, war, gine, closed love, ice age, connect your soul to my line.

    Wake up early in the morning, important work is scheduled, get up quickly, firecrackers sound loud, today is the Qiu Ying Temple meeting? People are beating gongs and drums, burning incense and worshiping, passing out salted cakes along the way, remembering the annual traditional fire ceremony,  I started my motorcycle, left my thoughts on the side of the road, and sped away. After a short period of busyness, it was cloudy and drizzling. I went into the company, turned on my laptop and put on my headphones. I had not yet listened to the music, and it was already late in the evening when I went out.  9, no work, support the joy in the sleepiness, red youth knock a knock.

    Sometimes we have a crush on someone because of some songs, some photography, a book, or a good impression. A few years ago, I forgot how many years ago, we brought them with us on the train to Huadong and on the plane to Malaysia.  I read through a martial arts novel. The book is not thick, so I didn¡¯t finish it. It¡¯s a habit. What impressed me most was the title of the book. I forgot about it. I just remembered that the content was very funny. It was quite special. The author¡¯s name is Han Han, and its tone is  The rhyme is special.

    I don¡¯t like literary prose very much, I just like some imaginary spaces or imaginary worlds, especially completely unexpected and strange pictures. Of course, it would be better if I could have some real thoughts, but it is difficult.

    The wisdom of limited people is limited. It seems to be the same in ancient and modern times. The attributes of species are like an ant. Even if it has amazing wisdom, it is just a little ant after all. It is called doomed and doomed.

    Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Aerosmith, and Roxette are the five pop rock bands that I am familiar with. Among them, Bon Jovi and Roxette were my best friends when I was seventeen years old.  He introduced me to me and taught me how to smoke the next year. He died for a confidant, and he became my first confidant born©€to©€be©€mybaby-bonjovi.

    The old computer in the room kept crashing. Oh, I patiently turned it on dozens of times.

    I saw that some friends from the Mainland have this, and I played around with it yesterday. The result is: Sorry, your Weibo master failed to pass the review. Dear user, based on your nickname, avatar, profile, content, etc., your  It is an inauthentic personal account and does not meet the expert application specifications, so the application will be rejected.  Unreal personal account? Then I am an unreal existence?

    Does existence need meaning? It¡¯s a bit hilarious to say this in front of me, because the words I like to write the most are the truths about human existence. What I said before was me when I was nineteen years old. Where is it now? It doesn¡¯t matter now.

    Things in the world are like, well!  Breeze, floating clouds!  Verbal: Hahaha!

    ??Xiaoyan asked me what the fun was in playing Weibo, and I said it was boring, really.

    Fake, I don¡¯t need any meaning of existence, everything is like water flow, and the water flow is me.

    What about you? The one who laughs at the world.

    While my computer was down, I flipped through the book in the picture, and it turned out that I could flip it up on both sides. I should be thankful that the computer crashed and I had the opportunity to flip through it. When I buy books, I usually just 'buy' them rather than read them.  I like to buy casually, and only read when I feel elegant. If I see something that suits me, I will be pleasantly surprised. The funny martial arts book you mentioned is "Chang'an Chaos" - Han Han.

    There are very few videos of the Red Ant Band and its lead singer Luo Hongwu. Their style of music leans towards blues. In their time, they were a little too far ahead of their time, and there has never been anyone since. However, there are only two popular songs that have been circulated. One is  Another song about the wine brewed by love.

    It is easier for the East to learn from the West, but it is easier for the West to learn from the East. The rhythm of the Tao, the flow and thoughts of Eastern music have an introverted emotion, while the presentation and thoughts of Western music have an external emotion. Those who do not have enough skills to combine the East and the West are likely to be different from each other, and vice versa.  Harmonious.

    How to transcend the realm of music, where there is joy but no joy, returning to emptiness and emptiness, and emptiness becomes emptiness. The deep thought of music should fall between the ferry between gods and demons.

    The Kuik life representatives from the Central Pole Galaxy Group are being scanned by the computer sister who is transformed into the goddess of the starry sky. The beating rhythm is obviously higher than the Tianyin song of Guan Dongling, the goddess of music in the galaxy. It is a higher level.  Level music, I can't help but lament in my heart.  If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendation or monthly votes.
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