The right wing of the God of Heaven
Prologue
One night, and the three thousand years of the night every night is extremely similar to the night, the sudden change of the sky in the instant panic in the heavenly realm. After a few thunderclaps like the hissing of a griffin, dark clouds covered the night sky over Jerusalem, and white rain fell in tightly packed sheets, snaking down the city's ancient stone streets in a long trail of tears.
The rainy night brought back many memories of the downpour.
For example, as a child, when war broke out in the heavenly realm, I crouched outside Jerusalem waiting for my father, but I met His Highness, the vice-regent leading the troops:
For example, as a teenager, when the fragrance of white roses wafted out of me after a disaster due to a friend's betrayal:
And 3,000 years ago, on the night that the heavenly and demonic realms were fighting each other, I stood on the balcony of Pandemannan in the palace of the Devil, and looked down at the balcony of the king's house, which was located on the south of the Pandemannan.
And the night three thousand years ago, when I stood on the balcony of Pandimaninum, the palace of the Devil, and looked down, I saw the rain that drenched the Devil King...
Memories are like a series of keys, interlocked, but how to break open a lock. A lock with the name of the most beautiful angel.
This night, Babylonia became a complete mess because of the torrential rain. After seeing her panic at the revelation of her lies, I suddenly realized the truth: I knew everything, but had been running away from it all along.
When she cried and hugged my leg, begging me to stay, I was no longer angry, but tried to look at her gently and lovingly.
I wanted to say, Babylonia, that it wasn't your fault, because as you said, the mere mention of his name turned me into a different person. No matter what anyone says, I think of him too. It's not that I don't want to change or forget, but I'm really tired after too many times.
But after a long time, all I could leave her with was a boring and silent back.
The rain was pouring and complicated, relatively silent indoor has a long corridor. I walked along the corridor, quietly bathing in the silver light that poured through the windows, as if I were walking along a road leading to the end of life...
Lucifer.
Even if I open my eyes tomorrow and see you again, I will not sleep tonight. Because every day is different, every morning is new. And tonight I can give you the most thoughts.
Even though I know that tomorrow, when I open my eyes, I will be in your world.
Chapter 1
According to the law of chaotic causality, God cannot intervene in the creation of the world without causing the collapse of the material world. Therefore, God has been sending messengers to perform miracles on his behalf.
For example, the Lord Jesus, who spread love to the world on behalf of the Creator;
For example, Moses, who split the sea and led the Israelite slaves to escape from Pharaoh;
For example, Michael, who accepted God's will to fight against the rebel army of Lucifer, expelled it from the heavenly realm, and took Lucifer's place as the Archangel, sitting at God's right hand.
The fact that Lucifer was sent to hell because of his failed rebellion was recorded in the history books of the demonic realm as the "Fall from Heaven", while the history books of the celestial realm called it the "Divine Wrath".
Chapter 1 The Devil in a Suit.
Even though I know that when I open my eyes tomorrow, I'll be in your world.
Lucifer ......
Lucifer ......
Lucifer.
Overpowering feelings swelled in the back of my mind, and I snapped my eyes open, gazing past the professor, who was dancing around the abduction slides, and straight out the window at the birds chattering and flying by, knowing that once again, I'd met the weekender during class. I also knew that the reason for my frequent strange dreams during this period of time was inevitably related to Mei. The fact that she doesn't answer her phone, doesn't return text messages until three or four hours later, and has a twinkle in her eye every time she's caught at school all confirms to me that she's trying to pull the environmentalist hatchet on me.
In fact, a man's sixth sense can be very accurate. Yesterday afternoon, Xiaomei asked me to meet at the school under the sycamore, wearing a purple flower dress that I spent two months working salary, carrying a bag that I bought with my family's money, turned her head and said with infinite grace, "Li Bin, I'm in love with LuLu, so I've decided to break up with you.
The word "d" is a word that I heard right away, and it's a word that I've never heard before.
Lu Lu's full name is Yang Lu, the new young professor at our school's theological seminary, is a well-known figure: deep eyes and high nose, the area of the front face is as small as a woman's, and the side of the face is so clearly defined that it looks like a comic book came out of the same. It is said that he came back from abroad only two years ago, originally looks like a hybrid, plus the Chinese language is very poor, I simply take him as a foreign devil to see. But these days, many women just like him to look like this kind of unorthodox.
It is said that he comes from a wealthy European family, and many of his relatives are ambassadors in Europe, which is very powerful. His reason for coming to China, in his own words, is "to look for a beautiful angel that has been lost in heaven" - such a bloody and thirteen lines are generally heard to vomit, but by Yang Lu said out loud, it became the so-called "beautiful life". "the beautiful poem of life".
While Yang Lu is really handsome beyond the limits of mankind, but at first there are still many people do not believe that he is so godlike. It wasn't until a woman got into his Ferrari and saw a picture in a gold frame on the driver's seat that everyone was convinced the man was truly divine.
It was just a picture of a dark-haired teenager. According to the woman's description, the teenager's appearance was similar to Yang Lu's, but his aura was much stronger than Yang Lu's, who was already very dominant. The young man had short curly hair and a somewhat feminine hairstyle and face, but his eyes were blood-red, his smile was full of aggression, and he had a tattoo of a red rose under his eye. In the elaborately decorated palace, he is reclining on a long black velvet sofa, wearing a vintage gown, holding a long pipe in his hand, evil as hell. When people ask Yang Lu what's in the picture, Yang Lu just smiles lightly and says in his broken Chinese that it's our young master.
What a fantastic name. I don't know how long this farce is going to last, but I do know that there are only four kinds of red-eyed creatures: vampires, demons, rabbits and red-eyes.
Yang Lu, the son of a bitch, deserves to die a long time ago.
Some people say it's unethical to curse someone to death for being robbed of his woman. But I've given up.
My name is Li Bin, the first love eight years old, so in the love affair has been more than ten years. With their own unparalleled handsome face and dead birds can say fly sweet mouth, from the first girlfriend to the fourteenth girlfriend has been invincible and invincible. But since college, that is, since the fifteenth girlfriend, has been in the fireworks in the rain of gunfire. As long as the chase and the other party agrees, half a month later will be bye-bye.
Winning and losing is a common practice, and there is no such thing as a failure in chasing a woman. But to lose to the same person every time is a bit too depressing.
What's most frustrating is the fact that Yang Lu has never made a clear sign of love to my woman.
Chairman Mao said that love without the purpose of marriage is a hooliganism. Yang Lu was the king of the hooligans in our school.
It's hard to think about what Xiao Mei said.
She made a passionate vow to break up with me, and although I thought to myself, "It's him again," I had to save face and say, "I'm clearly more handsome than him.
Small beauty is not a direct answer, but a blush of infinite fascination, Binbin, you are indeed very handsome, like an angel as pure and clean, see you, I always want to heartache, want to take care of ...... But you know what, the first time I saw the road road, like to see the demonic evil, his eyes, evil but full of temptation, as if it will drag me down with the fall. As if it will drag me down into hell with the general feeling like eating forbidden fruit of Eve ......
Look at this accent, with the nose sniffing know is literature and Japanese anime to see too much. I said, "It's really exciting, isn't it?"
Looking at Mei's blank stare and beautiful back, I was convinced that I definitely owed Yang Lu from my past life. He has been looking at me with murderous eyes since I started school, always stealing my girlfriends, stalking me every day, and even using the opportunity of his girlfriend's punctual attendance at his systematic theology class to constantly suppress me as a chaperone. I'm not sure he's a pervert.
After listening to a whole section of abduction, the mood is more depressed.
These two days were driven to a bit of a nervous breakdown, probably because Yang Lu's life is always too much like "prince", "aristocrat", "European", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed", "mixed" and so on. "mixed blood" keywords, plus Xiao Mei angel demon theory, just class nap also dreamed that I stood in an ancient Western-style building, outside the rain, I said to a female angel called Barbie Luo some desperate to death words. I don't remember much about it, but by the end of the dream I was saying Lucifer's name over and over again, and I couldn't get over the sadness until I woke up, and the corners of my eyes were even a little moist.
Anyone with a little common sense knows that Lucifer is the name of a demon king in Western mythology, often referring to the devil or Satan. But whether in anime, novels or games, the demon king is a symbol of evil power and extreme beauty. The women all said that Yang Lu had the temperament of a demon king, and emphasized over and over again that Lu Lu was Lucifer, and that he was Yang Lu.
So I guess that's why I was in tears in my dream while pronouncing the name....
This day's dusk was particularly bleak, and the setting sun was particularly sad. With the crowd out of the building, I took two bottles of Heineken from the kiosk and poured them on the lawn under the boys' dormitory, letting the sprinklers water me as if I were a flower...
This is the first time I've ever seen a Heineken bottle in my life, but I've never seen one in my life.
Evans says women and booze can easily make a man a drunk. It's true. I took a bitter swallow of wine and said to myself, "The sky is the limit, and women are blind. What's the point of having a man with a pretty face like a gay!"
"Actually, you yourself are."
The familiar broken Chinese drifted into my ears, and I winced with vigor, quickly burying my head in the grass and pretending to be asleep, but clearly feeling a dark cloud hanging over my head. I finally turned my head and looked at Yang Lu, who was neatly straightening the lapel of his suit in front of me, and said with a firm will:
"Professor Yang, if all the women in this world die out, the first thing I'm going to do is to buy a piece of gold and swallow it."
Yang Lu ignored my magnificent confession and just hung his head and smiled, "Really, won't you feel bad when you see my face?"
It was already dusk, and with his back to the light, his face wasn't really that clear.
It was the sunset and the blurring of vision that made me feel a sense of melancholy and bitterness when I saw his face, but it was the sunset and the blurring of vision that made me feel a sense of melancholy and bitterness. Finally, I bravely stood up, with the bottom of the beer bottle pointed at his head roar:
"Other women you love how to deal with is your business, but Xiaomei, you dare to do something wrong her, I will not let you go!"
Autumn wind soughing, Yang Lu to the legend of the beautiful as the posture of the gods came to me.
Yang Lu walked in front of me with the legendary grace of a god. One meter eighty-seven in height, standard model figure, people can't help but think of a BBC radio program hosts said: There're no secrets to be charming for a man. Just be tall.
I looked up to see him a glance, suddenly very reluctant to stand too close to him, and backed up. Just be tall.
He laughed coldly: "You seem to like that woman. You really don't remember anything from the past?"
"I repeat, if you can play with her, I can kill you!"
"Your Highness, I can understand why you ran away. But at the very least, you need to get back what you lost. If you can't, I'll help you."
"I didn't lose anything ...... Wait, what did you just call me?"
"Your Highness, I know you're having a hard time right now, but I want you to know where you stand. Again, you're the one who wronged His Majesty first."
"Are you rehearsing a play?"
"So ......" he snapped his head up, "get your ass back to the show!"
This guy's archetype is exposed today, so beautiful voice, in the end, or to pull the voice to speak.
Looking at him is not normal, not to be messed with. I narrowed my eyes and swept a glance at him, immediately toward the school entrance darted away, standing in the middle of the road waiting for the car to pass.
Coming and going vehicles in front of the student body speeding, a huge bus full of people like a beast roaring past, inadvertently saw across the road Yang Lu: a pricey straight suit jacket with a black trench coat, a long strip of scarf hanging down casually, a typical British gentleman's posture. Yang Lu elegantly leaned against the door of the Ferrari, lifted up his beautifully shaped chin and smiled at me.
The surrounding schoolgirls had already gone limp.
But the cold sweat was running down my back. Wasn't he in the school? How did he get across the street?
I looked again for confirmation, but I saw him blink. Dark red eyes that were clearly recognizable even from across the street.
Where did this guy get contact lenses that look so real?
While thinking this, I glanced over and saw his shadow on the ground.
The silhouette's back had two long, large, bat-like bone wings that grew out of nowhere. Moreover, the shadow was moving upwards, and the wings were shaking slowly and dramatically.
And he looked as if he didn't even know he was possessed by an evil spirit.
The next moment, his black trench coat and short hair seemed to turn into living blades of grass, fluttering in the wind.
I admit I was scared by this asshole. After making sure that the two extra winged shadows on the ground weren't an illusion, I took a step back, and then another, in deepening fear.
This doesn't seem to be the time to be thinking about this, but ......
A strong light shone through
I turned around so violently I couldn't open my eyes.
A car horn blared.
"Your Highness-!!!"
At the same time, the soul floated up.
Revisiting my position, Yang Lu disappeared. I rose higher and higher, higher and higher, looking at my body on the ground, remembering the famous scene from Spellbound: the flesh bleeds like a waterfall, while the soul floats high in the air where oxygen is scarce.
What is this called? I'm dead?
Looking down at the jostling crowd below, I saw the bus driver slapping the corpse's face in dismay, pulling his student ID card out of his pocket, and hurriedly dialing a phone number. The body was still rising at a frightening and desperate rate, as if it were about to break through the clouds into the infinite vastness of the universe.
The record store on the street was playing a familiar old song, the sound was getting smaller and smaller, but the lyrics were very clear: Let me look at you again, I want to remember you ~~ in my heart ~~
Looking at the miserable body, I thought that if I was really touched now, and went back to the body and sat up and let him look at it again, the comrade driver will certainly remember me in my heart.
Chapter 2
Life is so beautiful. Half an hour ago I was floating in the air lamenting the tragedy of being hit by a car, and now I'm standing in line with a bunch of other winged guys in the white clouds, ready to ascend to heaven.
Ordinary people would probably think that I have a very high IQ, and that I am so calm when I realize that I have wings. In fact, when I realized that the warmth on my back was not down but a pair of wings, and that one of them was seriously injured and pulling on a painful nerve, I almost ran around the crowd screaming and naked with my head in my hands. But the winged guys around me were so calm, discussing life in paradise with their peers with such grace, that I thought I'd look a bit like a psychopath if I broke down or howled any longer.
I thought that all these creatures that should be called angels had died a horrible death somewhere in the world at a young age like me, but upon closer inspection they all seemed to only have wing injuries, and there was no despair on their faces that they had just died. And what we all had in common was that one of our wings was broken and the other was intact. The uninjured wing didn't even feel like a foreign object, it just became a part of my body with 100% integration. Even if I hadn't grown such an organ in my short life span of twenty years, I could still move it as easily as I could move my own arms.
After observing for a while, it became clear that we were not on the surface of the Earth.
Because as we looked down, through the white clouds and thin mist, we could roughly see a blue sea a few thousand meters above us, dotted with countless granular, broken islands. The view is mysterious and magnificent, but breathtaking because it is so far away.
It was dusk, and it looked like someone was carrying a giant round lamp, with orange streams of light shining brightly. At the same time, a mass of snow-white clouds, burned to a hot red, surrounded us.
At the end of this long procession was a Roman gate, on which the setting sun reflected a dreamy color. The two pillars of the gate are covered with relief frescoes, and a few angels wrap around the pillars.
The gray-haired boy in front of him had his hair and wings dyed gold. He raised his hands above his head to block the still somewhat blinding sunset and turned with a soft smile:
"It's been a long time since I've been back to the Celestial Realm, I hope to make it back to Jerusalem before nightfall."
Swallowing back the "Do I know you?", I thought for a moment and concluded, "Dude, how did you die?"
He sighed: "Look at you, always getting into trouble by saying whatever you want. Itzal, the word death is used for the lowly creatures of the demon race, for the noble race of the gods, there is no death but a return to the primordial."
Isael, he knew the name.
When I was a child, I had a dream that an angel whose face I could not see called me Isael. I thought it was a good omen, so I used it as my screen name. Now that I'm being called that, I'm getting the impression that I'm meeting someone on the Internet.
"Before we die, we'll always be human, won't we?" I asked reluctantly.
"The children of God are the most noble of all. What's a human? Never heard of them."
He said he'd never heard of humans.
What was I before without humans?! What was my life!!!!
No matter how much he asked, he said he didn't know the term "human", and to prove that I was crazy, he asked the angels in front and behind him, and all of them said they had never heard of the term and looked at me with a kind of sympathy for the weak
Suddenly, I felt that I probably wasn't dead, but had traveled across the world.
There were clouds passing by, the light of the setting sun faded a little, and the boy's wings became more visible.
Unlike the angels we see on TV, in picture books and in games, his wings were not snow-white, but silver-gray, and one of them was broken: the left one was fluttering gently, the right one was half-drooping and dying.
Subconsciously, he looked at his own wings, which were the same as his, with a slight grayish tinge.
Overlooking the whole group, some of the angels' wings were gray, some were white, some were blue. Even if the colors were the same, there were subtle differences, and it felt like a flock of pigeons piled on top of each other, their feathers similar in color but always jagged.
I don't know how long the line was, but we finally got closer to the gate. It was only then that we realized that there was a very high-class angel standing under the gate, both in terms of clothing and appearance. Ignoring his gorgeous clothes, his wings were twice as big as ours, and there were six of them, all of them gold-colored, glittering in the setting sun.
"Isael, don't act like you've never seen an archangel before." The gray-haired boy in front of me turned around and saw me staring at the archangel and couldn't help but say, "Or do you have your eye on His Highness Tyrell again?"
"You mean the guy in front with six wings? He's a man."
"Are you out of your mind? Higher angels are genderless, why do you always like to equate them with yourself?"
I admit I was so shocked by his comment that I almost didn't pull open my pants to see if my baby boy was still there: "Wait, what do you mean, am I, are we all ......"
"Of course! All men!" The gray-haired boy thought for a moment, then added, "No, I'm a boy."
After a few more moments, Tyrell called out in a loud voice, "Next!"
The gray-haired boy was next in line. He seemed a little excited, and as he walked over to him, his wings danced extra fast, like a puppy pleasing its master:
"I'm Karo, your highness."
Then a gray-winged angel coming from Tyrell's side saw me and threw a blank stare: "If you're not in line, stay out of the way, there's a lot of people behind you, thanks."
The angel behind him said, "He's the best at flattering archangels and ignorance, and standing in front of them, he's probably trying to curry favor with His Highness Tyrell again."
Before he could recover from this naked personal attack, Carlo flew over with a smile, "Isael, look, look, look, my wings are fixed!"
"Oh, so your wings are fixed ...... What? Your wings are fixed!"
Carlo unfolded his wings, flapped them a few times, and the feathers fell all over my face: "Yes, yes, His Highness Tyrell is too good, so gently scratched, my wings are fine!" If he rubbed his hands together again, he would be a fly on the wall.
I gulped: "By the way, His Highness Tyrell is here for ......?"
Carlo stopped flapping his wings and just wrinkled his brow, "Did you get knocked out in the demon world? Tyrell is the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Realm, and if your wings are injured, you have to look for him to repair them, or else you won't be able to return to the Heavenly Realm."
Heaven is so developed that wings can be repaired.
"Next!" A loud voice came over.
I jumped in my heart and hurried over.
Standing in front of Tyrell, I realized that he was completely different from the other angels, with a face that was so awe-inspiring that it was almost impossible to look directly at him.
"Turn around." Tyrell said.
Turn around honestly.
There was light coming from behind, a warmth on his back, his muscles tightening, and Tyrell said from behind, "Isael, sometimes I don't know what to say about you. In fact, according to your original status, to stay up there, is to have money, power and fame. We all feel that you are not worth it, why are you always obsessed with some small things?"
"What do you mean?"
"...... Nothing." Tyrell sighed, "May God be with you, hallelujah."
I took two steps in a trance, and Tyrell said again, "By the way, you can't go back to the Seventh Heaven before your disciplinary period is up, you know."
I nodded my head
Originally, I thought this Tyrell was quite handsome, but he was like my father in counseling, which was a bit unbearable. But, according to him, I seem to have really traveled.
Completely unable to accept the reality, I walked back to Karo, who, oblivious to my troubles, flew around with me, his wings flapping: "Dear Isar, don't walk all the time, it's ugly."
Flying is the dream of almost every human being. Regardless of whether he was possessed by an evil spirit or not, he was itching to move his wings slightly. Behind the wings unfolded in the moonlight, the projection between the clouds is sacred and beautiful. Feet slowly rise, the projection on the ground spread wings gently fluttering, the speed is slow, but exceptionally stable. My heart was pounding so hard I couldn't breathe.
Looking down at the clouds, the ocean, the islands, the chaos of the surrounding sky, the vast expanse of the heavens, the fear of heights, as a human being, welled up, and I stopped halfway up the stairs, not daring to move:
"Where are we going now?"
Carlo flew over to me, one foot straight and one half-curled, looking very cozy: "I'm going back to Jerusalem, you're going to the next day. You've heard what His Highness Tyrell said? You can only go to the second day before your disciplinary period expires."
After he bombarded me with a bunch of shit, I couldn't take it anymore. It took about twenty minutes to convince the arrogant teenager that I didn't know or remember anything from earlier.
Finally, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, as if he were watching me eat a cockroach:
"Isael, pigs have brains, why don't you? Did you eat the fruit of forgetfulness that Satan gave you?"
Another unfamiliar term, and I was on the verge of a breakdown.
But Carlo was convinced that the amnesia was only temporary, and explained the general state of the place, geographically and culturally.
The world is divided into three realms: the Heavenly Realm, the Red Sea, and the Demon Realm.
We are in the Heavenly Realm.
The Heavenly Realm is ruled by the Creator God of the Seventh Heaven, and the seven layers of the Heavenly Realm are ruled by the seven Archangels under his command.
The hierarchy of the heavenly realm is very strict, intuitively, the fewer the wings, the lower the angel, living in the lower part of the heavenly realm; the more wings, the higher the angel, living in the upper part of the heavenly realm.
While lower angels have the opportunity to rise in rank to gain more power, because their lifespan is less than one ten-thousandth of that of higher angels, they most likely die, or "return to the primordial plane", before they have a chance to rise.
Isael and Kahlo are both Energized Angels.
Angels of Energy are the sixth of nine classes of angels, and the last of the Middle Angels - which may sound like a good thing, but you'd be a fool to think that being an Angel of Energy isn't too bad.
However, the Mighty Angels were the firstborn of God's creation, serving as the small front line of God's legions in previous battles with the demonic realm and holding down the fort between the first and second days of the war to protect against demonic incursions -- so far that sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
But, angel wings are a very unforgiving thing, and are bound to change color whenever they come into contact with the forces of darkness. That's why both Karo and I have wings that aren't quite the right color.
In the Celestial Realm, there is no such thing as "the more mixed the blood, the more beautiful!"
In the Celestial Realm, there's no such thing as "the more mixed you are, the more beautiful you are! As the most powerful race, the proud angels believe that pure wing color means everything. Once linked to the color of darkness, an angel is like a rabid dog on the side of the road, hated and not to be approached.
It is hard to imagine how the angels are treated in the heavenly realm. As a result, they became hostile to the heavenly realm, and a number of fallen angels were created. After that, the reputation of the angels became even worse, creating a vicious circle that could not be reversed.
I was so depressed that I couldn't get a good life even after traveling. But when I thought about it, I realized that it was better to be alive than to be a corpse on the circuit, so I was relieved.
-Of course, I'm too stupid and naive to think that way at this point.
Since when you think of angels, you think of demons. Carlo also said that there is a demonic realm in the world.
In our time, not knowing about Jehovah would be interpreted as atheism, but not knowing about Satan would be interpreted as not having a childhood. It is said that there are seven Satans, and the eldest is named Lucifer, the king of the demon world.
The above is the new version
Flora World
The Heroes' Convention, held once every three years, will select the strongest person in the entire martial arts world and title them "Wuba World". The person who wins the title at the Heroes' Convention will be remembered in history for generations to come.
Anyone who is a member of the martial arts world must know the name of one person. If you have never heard of him, you are like a monk or a nun who does not know the Goddess of Mercy.
Anyone who is in the martial arts world would want to be famous and stand out through the Heroes' Convention
The only son of Heavy Fire Palace master Chong Yan, Chong Lian.
Lotus Wings is the name given to both the Nine Styles of the Lotus God and the Hibiscus Heart Sutra.
It is said that whoever possesses both of these secrets will own the world.
Shonglian practiced the "Nine Styles of the Lotus God" at the age of fifteen and defeated the master of the first mountain village "Spirit Sword" in just two moves, creating a miracle in the history of martial arts. Although his kung fu was the best, what surprised the world more was his appearance.
That year, Chonglian got two enviable titles--
The Beauty of the World. The World Warrior.
Some people joked that owning Chonglian was the same as owning a flower and the world.
But this legendary person disappeared within a year and never appeared again.
The wood of the foot must have a program, the jade of the inch must have a flaw.
When the perfect person is no longer perfect, when the empty-headed person suddenly has a hang-up, then, the myth will no longer be a myth.
Chapter 1
Misty, I heard someone talking to me:
If you want to go back to the original world, you have to obtain the world's two secret treasures. Both of them are in the strongest and most beautiful people. One is related to "Lotus" and the other is related to "Plum".
There's no point in telling you.
Because once you get your hands on it,......, you won't want to go back. Just think about these four words over and over again -
Flowering the world.
"Yu Huo, get up! Elder brother Feng is back!"
Yuhuang? I don't know, I rolled over and went back to sleep.
"Yuhuang, get up, quick, Feng brother is back!"
I rubbed my eyes, sat up, and looked up to see a young man standing beside me. He was dressed in an ancient costume, and his eyes were like bronze bells.
I asked him, "What did you call me?"
The man said: "Lin Yuhuang, are you stupid? Brother Feng is about to come, you are still here to steal sleep."
I've already established that I'm still dreaming.
Lowering his head and pondering for a long time, he said, "That, my name is Lin Yu Huang?" He put his head on my head to test: "Brother, could it be that you will soon die?"
I was so angry that I knocked him on the head: "You dead horse big head! I can't remember your name!"
Ma big head froze: "You're not even calling out my name."
I froze. (Note: Ma Dutou is a kind of dragonfly.)
Something must have gone wrong, and with one more look at Big Head Horse, I began to suspect that I had traveled to Mars. Where's the pretty girl? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best jewelry in the world. The famous family of ...... where have they gone?
The door was banging, banging, banging, banging.
I shook my head and ran to the window to look out.
They're all dressed in costume, am I on a set?
There was a huge crowd of people.
Many people were cheering "Mr. Lin is back! Mr. Lin is back!" There are also many pretty women half-covered face, shy rose quietly open: "Xuanfeng son came back ......"
The sound is not very clear, noisy.
I put my head out to explore, the result is that everyone's movements in that moment of silence.
Everyone's mouth was open wide enough to hold an egg.
Next, the gongs were thrown, the drums were thrown, and even the pretty girl who was covering her face threw her handkerchief to the side and scurried away.
"Quickly run ah, Lin Yu Huo out of it!!!"
"Help, I don't want to see him!!!" "Hurry up and inform your younger brother who is playing with the bamboo horse that Lin Yuhuang is coming out! I don't care about you my family of three living is not easy, first go, see you later!"
"Son ah, how do you run so slow, father not wait for you, first go ......"
Just now the horse big head called my name, should be ...... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I raised my head and looked blankly at Ma Doudou: "Should I kill myself and go back to a good life." Big Head Ma said anxiously: "Yu Huo,you don't daze any more,Master Feng is here and is waiting for you in the hall!"
My eyes were lifeless: "Roll your banana phoenix elder brother."
"Haven't you always liked Phoenix?"
I picked up a glass of water on the table and began to gulp it down, "Sorry, I can't remember."
Ma big head scratched his head: "Do not like also undressed to sleep together."
Puff! The water in his mouth spurted out--
"What did you say? Who slept naked with who?"
Ma Daitou's eyes became even more round.
"You and Brother Feng."
I tried to save the day: "Sleeping together? Just bare-chested and sleeping together?"
Ma big head nodded: "Yes, very close." After thinking about it, he shook his head again, "By the way, Mr. Feng is not pressed on you, but also shook and shook, and then you tilted your head like this, it seems to hurt a lot."
Then he tilted his head and closed his eyes, and hummed.
"Okay, okay, you don't say ...... let me calm down."
I put down the cup in my hand and pounded my chest.
Calm down, I want to calm down.
I say to myself now that I, like the novels and TV shows, have crossed over.
As for how I got there, it's really a lot to think about.......
It's like I was sitting at my computer playing a game and it suddenly thundered outside. I told my sister that it was thundering and it was very noisy. My sister, who reads a lot of delayed novels and cross-country literature, suddenly came out and said, "And then you crossed the line."
I chortled and continued to play the game.
The result was another burst of thunder, I ~ I really wear!
My legs were shaking.
Ma Doudou also made a remark: "Yes, that's it!"
I waved my hand and grumbled, "What?"
Ma big head's eyes sparkled: "Every time you and Feng senior brother sleep together shaking around, the next morning you get up your legs will be like this, shaking and shaking."
I cried out and punched him in the fat nose: "I'm not your senior brother, I can't remember!!!"
Damn, I really want to cry! I don't have the gold, silver, and beauty to make up for the pain of losing my Game Boy DVDs, and I'm wearing the body of a gay man!
The big head of the horse was shocked: "ah, senior brother, you are not and Han Gongzi also went to shake it?"
Dare this Lin Yu-huang or a womanizer ghost, and that what Mr. Han still have a leg.
I sat on my butt in the grass behind me.
"I don't know, I don't know, you don't say anything to me!"
Then Big Head Ma insisted that I had lost my memory, and he poured the life of Lin Yu-huang into my head.
Lin Yuhuang, birth unknown, parents unknown, age to be determined.
Because his height is still growing, but there is a tendency to stop, so his masters concluded that he is about 17 or 18 years old.
Only part of it is put, it can't be written here. ...... really don't know you haven't read it again =A=
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There are also some delays that are very good, but I don't really look at the crossings
The Tenjin Right Wing is the most adorable ><
These are the most adorable ones.