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Volume Three: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. It is not elegant to write a pen, but it goes against the will of heaven.

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    It is against nature and against human nature. It is not easy to transcend. Once it goes against nature, it will inevitably suffer the greatest counterattack and must pay the most expensive price. It will definitely lead to the joint encirclement and annihilation of the three parties of heaven, earth and man!  King Philosopher looked at the scorching heat in the air under the rays of the big sun. The sun shone on his face, and he felt like the sun god Apollo, but the sun god was something, not a thing.  On the footpath inside the arcade, several couples came and went. The man was tall and the woman had a beautiful figure. One of the girls was sunny and toned, and the other had a slender and almost perfect figure. She was also a beauty. She started talking.  It's pretty, but it doesn't have any outstanding aura.  The King of Love watched carefully for a while, and the young woman became more and more soft and soft. With the support of technology, artificial and natural were integrated together. If it develops for tens of millions of years, this watery world can take shape, but with  It has nothing to do with me.  The King of Love is gone and continues on the road against heaven.  King Zhe looked suspiciously at the King of Love who was on the road against heaven. It was a familiar scene. The King of Music once walked towards the lonely road. He was passionate and affectionate on the one hand and ruthless on the other. Is it so difficult to merge into one heart?  Love is as cold as heaven and earth, love is moving all over the world. After thinking about it, King Philosopher laughed wildly. The laughter spread far away, and the sound waves rippled under the sun and spread to the east coast of the Pacific Ocean. The man holding a piece of tobacco in his mouth and  The king's wind of the dead branches is blowing the wind of the Pacific Ocean, and the king's heart of the king's heart feels a burst of joy and a burst of painful emotions. They are both passers-by at the end of the world, why go against heaven?  After spitting out the dead branches and extinguishing the tobacco, Wang Feng stood up and saw the outside world from the pavilion. The sky was blue and vast, and the sea was as thick and distant as the endless sea.  The beautiful woman in the legend is not mine. She wants to be noble and cannot afford it. Wang Feng wrote the word incompetent in the wind of the Pacific Ocean.  He stretched out his hands and pointed to the sky, pointing directly at the powerlessness of the sky. That finger, the power of that finger, drifted through time, roaring from time to Kuangyue.  Close the mad moon in your eyes and peek at your future self, a being drifting with the tide on the shores of the Pacific Ocean in Hualien. His eyes are the eyes of a king, eyes that look down upon the world. His heart has nothing to do with the world at all.  But he lives in a mediocre world, incompetent and incompetent.  Kuang Yue has no words, and has not asked himself why he will become the king in the future. He is not me, and now I am Kuang Wuyue, Kuang Yue.   "The end of the world is windy sand, the story of the world of mortals is called care, the sealing knife is hidden under the east fence of ordinary people's homes, the ancient temple of idle clouds and wild cranes, fast horses are fighting in the rivers and lakes, it is nothing more than fame and fortune,  How can a person who has a country in his heart be happy and unrestrained? I just want to be with you. The sword is out of its sheath, who will laugh?  No matter who is the leader in the martial arts world, I will bend my back only for you. I will cross the wild bridge in the deserted village and find the ancient road, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. The catkins are floating in my hands and the branches are reflected in the window lattice under the eaves. I will sit opposite you on the ground and drink tea.  I will remember you firmly with meticulous paintings. It is not elegant to mention your beauty under the lamp. I say that fate is like meditating without talking. Your tears are like pear blossoms, filling the world on the paper. Love and hate.  Like a freehand landscape painting, you look back so delicately, I am smiling in my tears, the flag is fluttering in the wind, and the sword is unsheathed. "Music: Jay Chou, Lyrics: Fang Wenshan (to be continued)
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