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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 2: The King of Darkness, Notes of the Ancient Yellow Forest

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    On the slope to the left of Jinlong Lake, there is a small hotel called Jinlong Lake. In a room facing the lake, two intertwined human limbs are hugging each other.

    The man is the king of darkness, and the woman is the considerate fat Luoluo.  Fat Luoluo said lovingly: When the king began to fall asleep in the dark night, the fate of the king appeared. It was to send the king thousands of miles away, but he had to say goodbye in the end.

    The King of Darkness pinched Fat Luoluo¡¯s little nose and sighed: Destiny!  Destiny is like this, and we can only face it. The attributes of me, the King of Darkness, have never been higher than those of the King of Music and the King of Freedom. Darkness comes from the bottom world, the lowest realm.

    Fat Luoluo stood up gracefully and opened the window facing the lake. Some cool breeze blew in, and the landscape and lake light were freehand. A golden dragon trembled and hid in the lake. The natural authority of the Dark King made it difficult for the golden dragon not to tremble.

    Fat Luoluo looked at it, smiled, and said lightly: King, even if the king is the king of darkness, even if no one in the human race supports the king, I understand that the concubine will always belong to the king.

    The two of them were invincible in the world. The Dark King came behind Fat Luoluo and hugged him with his arms. Fat Luoluo felt that he owned the world, the world in the darkness.

    "I can't sleep all night, crying because I'm uneasy. I can't take it for granted how long the world is. I need more security to balance. Your silhouette is sleeping in the darkness. The one who dominates the world in the darkness is the king's style, but I can't touch your battle.  soul.

    This small double bed makes me feel lost. Every day is like back-to-back trains, only meeting in the middle of the night. What happens after I am happy?  What does it take to reaffirm love?  Hold me, give me, want me

    Doesn¡¯t Wang also remember how long it has been since he said he loved me?  Does the King hold me in the palm of his hand?  say you Love Me!  king!

    Since I met the king, my world has become more wonderful and indescribable. I thought it was a dream falling from the sky, until I was sure that the warmth of my hand came from your heart. At this moment, I finally bravely said that I love you.

    At first, I just looked at you, pretending not to care, but my heart drifted away, and I was secretly happy that you didn't notice me hiding in the corner.  Busy and happy!  Busy with emotion, from strangers to familiarity, we have never thought about true love until now, and dare not expect it.

    To prove yourself, have you ever thought of me?  From today onwards, my random thoughts are like a trap but I never hesitate to believe it. If you are really willing, please give me a surprise.  Regarding the ending of love that used to be unimaginable, it overturned my own logic from that day on.

    My doubts and all the answers became clear. As I turned and turned, I really met the king, and I finally had the courage to say I love you.  "

    The Dark King smiled.  That laughter spread to the sky, and a ray of light, the light of the starting point, reflected back, and the King of Darkness said: "You once wanted to hear my singing, just sing."  actually.  My musical realm is also invincible, because the King of Darkness also holds music in the palm of his left hand, and philosophy in the palm of his right hand, but they are all discarded by me.  Hahaha!

    Amidst the laughter, the golden dragon from Jinlong Lake circled out. The Dark King kissed Fat Luoluo goodbye, "Wait for me to come back. Maybe I don't have to wait anymore." Hahaha I saw a huge golden dragon flying into the sky, with a person standing on it.  The figure, the figure said: "Little golden dragon, fly slower, I want to slowly say goodbye to the world in front of me!"

    The King of Darkness who stayed in place hugged Fat Luoluo and continued with the beautiful Yunxian floating beast.

    "Notes of Ancient Huanglin"

    "She has a plump and good figure, and reporters won't come unless she shows up at three o'clock. The four heavenly kings will never fall in love. It's amazing to be as pure as a jade when you are over thirty. Well, are you wonderful? Is it strange? Is it cute?"

    The boring world needs you to be weird. If you don¡¯t get weird, we will never be scared.  Only in this way can we keep up with the times.  In fact, there is nothing strange about these things. Whether you think it is strange or not, the source of the strangeness may be attributed to the "Motto" instilled in us.

    There are only two kinds of events in history: one is "change remains unchanged".  The other is "change without change."

    Most people will find that the more disgusting the current situation is, the more likely it will be their future, and the more disgusting the face is, the more likely it will be their future face.

    "The ability to grasp human nature", so I have always emphasized that "the years are still expressionless". The inhumanity of heaven and earth makes everyone's education, truths they believe in, and their accustomed way of thinking different, making it impossible for many people to communicate.

    And the result of lies will be nonsense words such as: "I want to leave you because I love you".

    "I once had a dream, which I thought was the greatest hope, but someone used words I was familiar with and said words I couldn't understand. He said children shouldn't be so naive. The real world is like this. Please don't.  Trying to change it, I think it¡¯s better to change yourself!

    I once met a girl, I thought she was my forever, but she used words familiar to me and said words I couldn¡¯t understand. She said she wanted to leave you because she loves you, soOnly then can I miss you forever. Although the pain is in my heart, I am still willing to watch others accompany you for the rest of their lives.

    I once went to a place that I thought was my forever home, but people used words I was familiar with and said words I couldn¡¯t understand. They said there was no so-called hell and heaven here, and that everyone was no different whether they were good or bad.  There is no such thing as joy or sadness, because the expressions on the faces are all similar.

    They say that regardless of hard work or laziness, opportunity and luck are the mother of success. Believe it or not, everyone will grow up anyway. I used to think this way. I often think this way, whether my language skills are too poor, why am I everywhere?  Familiar words, but there are words everywhere that I don¡¯t understand"

    What else do you want to sing?  Apart from the rising and setting of the sun, spring, summer, autumn and winter, how can we bear the torment of the vastness and humbleness of life? The only real things are the feelings and music that even we cannot explain clearly, whether it is listening to music or singing!  Thanks to the author and ourselves.

    I am deeply troubled and I want to tell others.  How many people come and go in front of you, how many things pass by your eyes.  When the wild goose comes, my heart becomes fulfilled; when the wild goose goes away, my heart becomes empty.

    Looking forward to a true emotion that will make the geese fly down, and I will no longer be a cold pool.  The lips are dotted with sandalwood color, and the forehead is lightly smeared with mandarin duck yellow. The outline of the years in the bronze mirror is dimly lit. The eyebrows are drawn quite a bit with smoke, and the gold foil cut into appliqu¨¦s shines with an alluring and unique luster. There is no more  What can I say, since I followed the wind and fell into decline.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Smoke is flying and falling in the distance, hundreds of flowers are fading, and the big dream is like a long song.

    There is nothing wrong with making a fake show for real. Even if the dance pavilion and singing stage are just a dream, there is no need to break it. The brothel is full and only the sound of wind and rain is silent outside the door. I am late, even though I am slightly drunk, I still fall in love with the city.

    The fluttering painted silk is enough to capture all the hearts and confuse everyone. The brothel is full and only the sound of wind and rain is silent outside the door. The brush has been dipped in ink and is slowly writing on the rice paper. What?  The flowers that were about to bloom quietly fell after a while. Who can understand the loneliness?  The candlelight also dimly illuminated the night.

    A bird is chirping on the lonely green mountain, and the wisteria flowers are falling in the gentle breeze at noon.  Flowers bloom with two sides, and they live among Buddhas and demons. Flowers are not flowers, and mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream in a short time, and goes like a morning cloud with no place to find.

    What I empathize with is your love, and what I conceal is my silence. Just look at the joys and sorrows between us. It was once so hot, fierce, embracing, and pathos without regrets.  "

    Looking at the starting point coins every day, the number of swipes has been decreasing, which is an emotional thing. Just like a person cannot subscribe to everyone's book, a person cannot rely on only one reader.

    Today a client friend called me and said that she wanted to buy my book and not let you read it. She said she didn¡¯t know how to surf the Internet. I said you couldn¡¯t understand what I wrote anyway. She said then why are you writing a book? I said I will.  Why can't I write a book?

    In fact, most of the book I wrote at Qidian was about me trying to chase my own literary peak, so I never regarded others as opponents. I never regarded people as opponents in the first place. Time is my opponent.  This book is my notebook. Even if I write it down, I won¡¯t read it. This book tells almost everything about myself from beginning to end (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to recommend it.  Tickets, monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)
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