As the days passed, Qiuqiu continued to participate in the team that broke the level, and finally more and more players said that the strongest magician was Qiuqiu. The teams that Qiuqiu follows are all setting new records, because Qiuqiu specializes in large-scale group attack moves, resulting in Qiuqiu's PK ability is not the strongest, but it is definitely the main attacker who breaks through the level the fastest.

The Silk Road game can be invincible in the world, invincible opponents in the world, and one person can win against everyone. But there is no way to fight the spirit, no matter how strong one person is, it is not as strong as several people to attack together.

The game is obsessed or addicted to it, it will produce feelings, especially friendship, there is a taste of sharing joys and sorrows! The world is full of feasts, a year later Qiuqiu and his friends together to create the record of the strongest tower, Korean players don't believe it again, named to have a cross-ocean game, but Qiuqiu is too lazy to pay attention to them, he is not interested, leaving the game world, and the Silk Road, he gave all the equipment to his friends.

The Wild Overlord once thought that it would be nice if there were multiple clones, and if there were, one of them could continue to fight, as a journey of mind cultivation! Where there are people, there is right and wrong, and that is because ignorant people are making trouble, but they don't know that they are saboteurs.

Yebawang lives a day of work, night wind and snow, there is a scene that impresses Yebawang, drinking in the hotel with a girl, friends Lijun does not drink alcohol only tea, single he does not touch girls at all, but he is a very generous person, shrewd and stubborn.

Yebawang regarded the girls who drank with him as buddies, and later many of them became friends of Yebawang at that time, and Yebawang at that time was open-minded. Conservative behavior, often drive them to class and work. There is a girl named Xiao Ke who lives in Taoyuan, and she wants Ye Bawang to play her boyfriend in front of her parents, Ye Bawang's temperament is completely opposite to the name, Ye Bawang is quiet and gentle, so, Xiao Ke's parents feel that they are much more relieved to have a boyfriend like Ye Bawang.

Later, Yebawang spent all the money, gave away the car, and went to the places of sound and sex, and lived an ordinary office worker from then on. The little people in the city. Look at a book once in a while. Listen to music, take a trip by chance, and the days go by day by day.

The Wild Overlord has accumulated some money again, and he feels that he has never had good intentions towards the world. So they donate money to those who don't have money. Wild Overlord never felt like a good person. But definitely not a bad person, because he has no interest in doing bad things at all. However, not doing bad things does not mean that the journey is smooth, and Yebawang has also been inexplicably wronged and framed by the judiciary at work. And the unit that harmed people did not understand how shameful they were doing.

After careful consideration, the Wild Overlord understood that it was caused by the naivety of his thoughts, greed, and selfishness, and that of course the perpetrator was completely unaware that he had harmed others, and even if he knew the Dao, he did not think about it, thinking that it was nothing.

After looking at more and more funny and ridiculous people and things, the consciousness of the wild overlord dissipated, and he forgot to argue, and the avenue could not be with it.

The wild overlord who went from the saint finally returned to the author's inner world of Long Yinyue, bidding farewell to that period of game era and drinking songs, and there was very little ink, and the meaning was good.

I have never heard of someone who can donate money to their own debts, to donate to their sons whose parents do not trust them, to donate to their crazy life, to pursue their own Tao, and every Tao is not easy, and easy is not Tao.

This way is not the other way, this heart is not the other heart, this day is not the other day, this meaning is not the other meaning, this person is not the other person, the last one, this love is not the other feeling. The song of the wild tyrant, the song of the wild tyrant, the song of the nobility, but such a thought, but such a life, but such an existence, but such a feeling, but such a knowledge, but such a writer, the most stubborn, smiling and brave

A person reads the text, smokes, drinks tea, uses the words to speak, spits out a croaking and complains, Xu is moaning without illness, Xu is for the light of the great god 500 chapters TV does not know that the announcer is very noisy, turn off the TV.

I'm used to being alone, I'm used to being quiet at night, I can't sleep, just because I like the night too much, no matter how much work tomorrow I have to talk to customers, let the wind blow! I have my own mountains, rivers, blue sky and sea in my heart, and of course there is a quiet night at this moment, yo! I heard the sound of rain outside the window.

The mortal body, in the chaos of the world, temporarily forget the seven emotions and six desires, forget all the tenderness, forget the inner and outer time like the rain and wind, forget the thoughts, forget the self?

Ethereal and bleak, inverse word small travel, I wait for the reader in one place, even if I am a lonely traveler who rebels against the sky after all, they also have a heartbeat and call for hope, how to hope

The "Nine Heavens of the World" written by my friend Feng Ling is going to compete for the first place on the monthly ticket list in October this month, and the last battle will come to the stage when the new book of "The Perfect World Lu Realm" comes on, and this battle is expected to be lost!

If my parents don't limit my assets, I will win, or I will win, but some people disdain, some people can, they are all free, and they don't discuss right and wrong.

A floating feeling is beating the breath of space, to remember the speed of enthusiasm in the heart, don't say that it is not worth it like floating clouds, such ignorant words, meaningless, there is never a moment, can make me have grievances and regrets, listen to the laughter of heaven and earth, that is one of the greatest spiritual achievements.

The opposition between the night and the day, hehe! Occasionally, the moon and the sun exist at the same time. Practice typing Chinese characters to know the way? I still think that it is wrong to write a mood or diary, so it is easy to see through the text, knowing that there is no rain in the mind, some seasons are not easy to appreciate well, just in time, the feeling of moving is only in the moment, the past is drifting and moving.

I want to be quiet for a lot of time, in the quiet island, lake, and island, under the willow tree, forget everything, joy and happiness have not forgotten, a willow fell on the boat on the shore, and the lake blew away the Xu Feng.

I always thought that I was following the National Day! I forgot that I really had to go to work, and I was living in the three worlds at the same time, which was not bad!

Boundless edge, endless sky, be careful, the void, don't take it lightly, a star lamp and a rain meteor, what is flashing is only consciousness, the dark light insects running around, I take the sound quality of the cosmic strings across the third degree, and abandon it in the dust of the soft intestines, does the reader who doesn't understand exist?

Slowly floating past each other, it is you who lock the eyebrows, like the fox of the demon butterfly, you who smile, like the snow of the gods, not an angel, in the silent departure of the silent departure that is suddenly like the road of no return in the next world, the yellowed time keeps blinking, who waits for the end to become empty after all? The pair of wings that go away alone, beautiful alone, pure white You vibrate the ghostly black wings, you are the same body as her, a flash of lightning crosses, the sky is blue! The smoke rises! There is no trace, and it falls into the rain

"Beijing Again Brief Grass"

The wind blew through that cold, long street. Static hair flutters in the narrow alleys of Beijing's hutongs. The invisible sound of a heartbeat!

Eminem's passionate song is sucked by the ears on the plane, the distance ahead is very short, two or three steps short, and the past seems to be far away, what kind of mood is so excited and so sad, whose voice is soft and who remembers?

You can flap your wings and fly high to the wind, and you can whisper to yourself in a low voice.

Beijing is not the city of beauty in the impression, but because especially in the dry and cold January season, it seems to return to the purest love season, the long streets, wide roads, modern high-rise buildings one after another interspersed with old buildings, the endless traffic and the unexpected flow of people and the unexpected thoughts arise, and the taste is more pleasant than the autumn coolness.

The noise of the store, the delicate and touching of the hat Yiren, the unbearable sight is like a song of amazement, imprinting every fluttering throbbing and sorrow in the air, rippling and swirling!

(To be continued......)