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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 5: The age of games, fighting at night

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    Day by day, Qiuqiu continued to participate in teams that broke through levels. Finally, more and more players said that the strongest magician was Qiuqiu.  The teams that Qiuqiu follows are all setting new records. Since Qiuqiu specializes in large-scale group attacks, Qiuqiu's PK ability is not the strongest, but he is definitely the fastest attacker to break through.

    In the Silk Road game, one person can be invincible, and he can defeat all the invincible players in the world. One person can win against everyone.  But there is nothing the fighting spirit can do. No matter how strong one person is, he cannot be stronger than several people attacking together.

    The game fascination or obsession inside will have feelings, especially the breeding of friendship, and the taste of being bitter and bitter!  A year later, after Qiuqiu and his friends set the record for the strongest tower level, the Korean players didn't believe it anymore and decided to have a cross-ocean competition. However, Qiuqiu was too lazy to pay attention to them.  He lost interest and left the game world. Like Silk Road, he gave all his equipment to his friends.

    Ye Bawang once thought that it would be great if he could have multiple clones. If so, he could have one and continue fighting. Let¡¯s treat it as a journey of spiritual cultivation!  Wherever there are people, there will be right and wrong. That's because ignorant people are making trouble, but they don't know that they are saboteurs.

    Ye BaWang lived a life of working during the day and having fun at night. There was a scene that left a deep impression on Ye BaWang. He was drinking in a hotel with a girl. His friend Lijun did not drink and only drank tea. He was single and did not touch girls at all. However, he  He is a very generous person, shrewd and stubborn.

    Ye BaWang regarded the girls he drank with as his buddies. Later, many of them became friends of Ye BaWang at that time. Ye BaWang at that time had an open mind.  They behave conservatively and often drive them to classes and work.  There is a girl named Xiao Ke who lives in Taoyuan. She wants Ye BaWang to pretend to be her boyfriend in front of her parents. Ye BaWang's temperament is completely opposite to her name. Ye BaWang is quiet and gentle. In this way, Xiao Ke's parents feel that Ye BaWang has Ye BaWang.  A boyfriend like Bawang feels much more at ease.

    ¡°Later, Ye Bawang spent all his money, gave away his car, stopped going to all the places of sex, and lived an ordinary office worker life ever since.  Ordinary people in the city.  Read books occasionally.  Listen to music, take a trip occasionally, and the days pass by.

    Ye Bawang has accumulated some money and feels that he has never been kind to the world.  So donate money to people who have no money.  Wild Bully never thinks of himself as a good person.  But he's definitely not a bad guy, because he has absolutely no interest in doing bad things.  However, not doing bad things does not mean that everything is smooth sailing. Ye Bawang has also suffered inexplicable injustices and frame-ups by the judiciary at work.  The units that harmed people did not understand how shameful what they did was.

    The Wild Overlord was very upset and angry at first. How could he be harmed by the judicial system of a small island country that claims to be the leader of the people and the freedom of the people?  After careful consideration, Ye Bawang understood that it was caused by naive thinking and greed and selfishness. Of course, the perpetrator did not know that he had harmed others, and even if he knew, he would not take it seriously, thinking that it was nothing.

    After seeing more and more funny people and things, the Wild Overlord¡¯s consciousness dissipated, and he had forgotten his words when trying to argue, and the Dao could not match him. The Wild Overlord cultivated his mind to the point where it was like a saint to stop, and he left the saint.

    The Wild Overlord who left the Saint finally returned to the inner world of the author Long Yinyue, bidding farewell to the era of games and the sublimation of drinking and singing. There is very little ink, as long as the meaning is understood.

    I have never heard of anyone who can donate until his debts are huge, until his parents don¡¯t trust his son, until his life goes crazy, and he can pursue his own way, and every path is not easy, not easy.  road.

    This way is not that way, this mind is not that mind, this heaven is not that heaven, this intention is not that intention, this person is not that person, and finally, this emotion is not that emotion.  The song of the wild bully, the song of the wild bully, nothing more, nothing more than such thoughts, nothing more than such life, nothing more than such existence, nothing more than such feelings, nothing more than such knowledge, nothing more than such author, finally, smile bravely

    A person looks at the text, smokes cigarettes, drinks tea, uses the words to speak, and utters a few complaints. Maybe he is complaining for nothing, maybe he is complaining about the light of the great god. Chapter 500 TV. I don¡¯t know that the announcer is very noisy, so I turn off the TV.

    I¡¯m used to being alone, I¡¯m used to being quiet at night, and I stay awake just because I love late at night so much. Regardless of whether I have to talk to clients at work tomorrow, just let the wind blow!  There are mountains, rivers, blue sky and sea in my heart, and of course the peaceful night at this moment, yo!  I heard the rain outside the window.

    ??The mortal body, in the chaos of the world, temporarily forgets the awareness of the seven emotions and six desires, forgets the tenderness of the intestines, forgets the internal and external time like the swift rain and wind, forgets the thoughts, forgets the self?

    Empty and desolate, a small journey with reverse characters, I am waiting for the readers in one place. Even if I am a lonely traveler who rebels against heaven, we both have the same heartbeat and calling for hope, whatever we hope for.

    "The Proud Nine Heavens" written by my friend Feng Lingtianxia will compete for the first place in the monthly ticket list in October this month. The final competition?When the new book "Perfect World" is released, this battle is expected to be lost!

    "If my parents didn't restrict my assets, I would definitely win, or if I made a jade, I would definitely win. But some people disdain it, and some people can do it. They are all free and do not discuss right and wrong.

    A floating feeling is beating in the breath of space. Remember the speed of passion in the soul. Don't say that it is not worth it. Such ignorant words are meaningless. There has never been a moment that can make me feel resentful and regretful. Listen to the laughter of heaven and earth.  That is one of the greatest spiritual achievements.

    The late night is opposite to the daytime, haha!  Occasionally the month and day exist simultaneously.  Do you know how to practice typing Chinese characters?  I thought it was wrong to write my mood or diary, so I easily saw through the words and realized that there was no rain in my heart. Some seasons are not easy to appreciate well. When the time comes, the touching feeling only lasts for a moment, and everything in the past is fleeting.

    I want to spend a lot of time in peace. I forget everything on the quiet island and under the willow tree. I never forget the joy. A willow branch fell off the boat on the shore, and the gentle breeze blew away on the lake.

    I always thought it was celebrating the National Day!  I forget that I really have to go to work. I live in three worlds at the same time, which is not bad!  When, surrounded by layers of

    Boundless edges, endless sky, be careful, vast emptiness, don¡¯t be careless, a star lamp, a rain of meteors, only the consciousness is flashing, the shadow bugs running around, I play the strings of the universe leisurely  The swaying sound spans three dimensions and is abandoned in the dust of the broken heart. Is there a reader who doesn't understand it?

    Slowly floating past each other, you are the one with the frown, you are as charming as a demon butterfly, you are smiling sweetly, the snow is like a god, not an angel, in the silent departure that seems to be the point of no return from another life, turning yellow  Time keeps blinking, who is waiting for the end to be in vain?  Those wings that flutter away alone are beautiful alone. The pure white you vibrate the ghostly black wings. You and her are the same body. A flash of lightning flashes across, azure!  Smoke rises!  No trace, falling to the ground like rain

    "Beijing's Brief Draft Again"

    The wind blew through that long, cold street.  Static hair flies in the narrow alleys of Beijing's hutongs.  Invisible heartbeat!  bump

    Eminem's passionate songs were listened to by the ears on the plane. The distance ahead was very short, just two or three steps short, but it seemed to be an infinite distance across the way. What kind of mood was so exciting and so sad, whose voice was soft and gentle.  Remembered by whom?

    I can flutter my wings and fly high into the wind, and I can whisper to myself in a low voice.

    Beijing is not a beautiful city in my impression, but because especially in the dry and cold January season, it seems to return to the purest season of love. The long streets and wide roads are lined with modern high-rise buildings interspersed with ancient buildings. It doesn¡¯t stop.  The longing for the unexpected traffic and crowds arose, and the taste was sour and sweet, which was more pleasant than the cool autumn weather.

    The hustle and bustle of the store, the beauty in the hat is so charming, and the unstoppable gaze is like a chanting exclamation, imprinting every fluttering fear and excitement in the air, rippling and swirling!

    (To be continued)
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