Wang Feng watched the blonde woman leave, after all, the god of death is only a birth creature under the nameless rules, and he is the same as himself in this heaven and earth, and he has a strong sense of domination, so he was chosen to become a god by fate, and the word "god" is far from being a god recognized by the human world, it is only because it transcends sentient beings, and "transcendence" itself is already the most difficult creation.

Wang Feng, who left Tian Lai Villa, sat on the shuttle bus of Tian Lai Villa, still looking at the mountain curves outside the car window, and at this time, a thin and misty rain suddenly floated, piling up how strong emotions piled up, precipitating, precipitating, precipitating in Wang Feng's heart.

Wang Feng's back gradually disappeared into the memory of the picture, what kind of new journey in the distance?or the same unchanged existence?" The wind is still blowing outside the window, and soon it will be raining, piling up in the depths of our hearts. "The majestic man sitting on the Taiwan Railway train, although he was looking out the window at the coastal scenery of Huadong Mountain with mountains on one side and the sea on the other, his thoughts had drifted far, far away. Indifferently with a touch of melancholy, he "watched" each other on the road at various stages, each of them, and each of them ruined. And the train is still moving towards its destination

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The author's boss is worried that the company has not made any money this year, and the author has been unable to help much, and the author deserves to do something stupid, very stupid, very stupid.

First, because people who know the author well in the real world will see these words, it is very stupid and stupid not to say anything, and second, it is not a big deal, and it will not be harmful or illegal anyway. To pay a long price for this, I have to document the mistakes.

It has become a whole broken history, when you walk alone in history, you see a lot of tragic people and things, many stories end in tragedy, the simple happiness of life is more cruel than a phantom and difficult to have, there are many prayers, there are not many repentances, there are many arrogant, and the broken history of division.

Stepping into the shadow history, looking for the real light, cold loneliness, only one person can distinguish what is stupid history, false history, no one can give you the answer, all the experience is only to discover and experience by yourself, know what the world does not know.

Then, share with your friends what you know that the world doesn't know, and that's the meaning. (To be continued......)