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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 1: The roaring crazy moon

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    In 1988, the mad moon whizzed past. Riding a motorcycle at a speed of 140 kilometers per hour, it was like flying on water, the sound of wind and fog, "the sound of strong winds!" The mad moon was focused, deeply affectionate in the wilderness of the earth.  Freedom, and the desolation of being alone.  From a distance, you will see a white motorcycle running as fast as the wind. Only a man of God will see two figures on the left and right of the crazy moon on the motorcycle. The two figures have a blue aura at the same time, and the sky is blue.  and sea blue.  One exudes arrogance and awe, while the other exists free and unrestrained.  ??The quiet and silent Kuang Yue, her heart is full of unrestrained enthusiasm without any noise, and at the same time, her heart is full of indifference of disdain for all things. Looking at the world, she looks at the world with innate compassion for life and a tender smile.  Kuang Yue¡¯s vision seems to have already seen through and through all the things in the world. In the short world of mortals, he only has silence!  Just laugh!  Only true!  Only the ultimate tenderness!  And the final aloof arrogance!  Walk alone with your head held high, the world is infinite, the sea and the sky are vast, let me do whatever I want!  In 2014, Luo Xiaoyun: "If you stay in the same environment all the time, it will be difficult to change your ideas. The most terrifying thing is to be bound by unreasonable common sense." less©¤is©¤toucher Hearing about the dream-entering-god-machine, he said that he wrote seriously  The book "The Emperor of the Galaxy" has been criticized by readers. He is obviously wrong. He is not bad, but better. It is so good that a group of students will naturally not like a more thoughtful realm. He is trying hard to leave his own insights and achievements.  , he hopes that many people will understand what he means, but he forgets that it is impossible for a young person to know his Tao. Unless that person is a person of high Taoism, what he is currently writing will only attract an equal number of fellow Taoists.  It's just a human being, or someone more outstanding than him can take a peek and see if there is any merit.  People grow upward, and life has levels.  "The whistling wind, on the Civil Rights Bridge, twenty-six years have passed, and the opponents, the Emperor of Time and the God of Time, are coming to laugh at me.  Looking at them, the free word master also laughed back and exchanged ideas: "Without time, without years, without the concept of words, without thoughts, the beings who have gained the Tao, forgotten the Tao, and broken the Tao, and the beings who reappear are already the beings of another life."  Existences" After hearing this, the Emperor of Time and the God of Time put away their expressions of ridicule and turned to expressions of admiration, "Heaven and earth are one splendor, giving birth to countless existences, and there are truly unique existences in eternity." Civil Rights in the West  The bridge swooped down like a glider, and when the light turned green, the car coming from the right lane under the bridge was not very fast, and flew away in a hurry.   "The alleyway flicks away the familiarity of the past. You who look in the rear mirror are clearer than in my mind. The distance between you and me is like skidding and drifting, far apart but seemingly very close. The sound of the engine whizzing by is  The melody you hate the most turns into a fantasy as it travels through the city. You record it crazily and forget it brilliantly (forget forget forget forget). You lose your temper and close the car door. The scent stays in the car. I'm sorry. If you want to leave, you can close the door but don't force it too hard.  . . . Without the windshield wipers, I still keep moving around. It¡¯s like memories are waving at me, and the dashboard is spinning, wondering if I will understand. No matter how fast I go, I can¡¯t keep up with the promise" "Self-directed and self-acted."  ¡·Singer: Jay Chou (To be continued)
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