"He's back, he's back..."

The shouts about the Revenge Movie Rider...

Thousands of miles away, Feng Yi is browsing the map section, from the East District of the Att Federation to the West District, and to the end of the earth.

The afternoon wind was still cool. Under the warm sunshine, the breeze blew by the rag cloak that kept ringing... To be precise, the cloak that drifted with the wind was walking on the wind. The effect of the universe pasting matter allowed Feng Yi to feel that the cloak was part of his body.

As for why Feng Yi used the cloak, there was actually no special reason. If you had to give a reason, it was probably... the swelling cloak looked more like a human, and could hide its appearance to a certain extent. Although the effect was not very soft, it was better than being attached to a stone.

Of course, Feng Yi could not truly feel the temperature at this time, because the cloak had no tactile nerves, and the materials that kept swinging always touched his thoughts, making his heart feel something.

Feeling that waves of spiritual power from afar came into his thoughts, causing his original dimensionality reduction thoughts to be slowly resuming.

Feng Yi hadn't noticed this at this time. Now, he just wanted to meet his old friend, and he was idle anyway.

The long sleep of his sleep seemed to have made him a bad habit, making him comfortable, allowing him to take care of things, go with the flow, and pass by with the wind. Just like now, Feng Yi knew that his time was limited but never considered mastering the limited time, and tried to create infinite possibilities within a limited time.

Yes, now he just wants to wander, and goes through the places he has been to, and is unwilling to think about his own problems. Even if he just takes a look at his old friend, he will not think too much about the problems of students or death - yes, both life and death are just continuations of vocabulary, which are the basic elements that make up the universe, similar to the concept of literary mathematical code.

Regardless of separation from life and death, separation from life and death, separation from life and death, civilization and vocabulary will lose its meaning after transcending this group, but it has actually existed, existed in the universe, existed in everyone's heart, as if it were a bubble or a concept? Or some kind of refraction phenomenon? Just like Mo Ying tells a story that he cannot understand, it is like a dream and illusory.

In the human population, the only meaning of phenomenon is observation? Research and explanation.

However, Feng Yi didn't want to think about those things at this time, just meet the people he had in the past.

Before this? The most unreliable question is that, MD? Why did Mengdie have his children? If she was really born? How old should she be?

As my thoughts moved slightly? The picture in front of me quickly overlapped with my memory? Feng Yi didn't even have time to think about how he came here.

The beginning of the song? It highlights the tranquility of the fairy forest at dawn... Gradually? The purple bamboo forest shrouded in fluorescent light has changed its vitality, and the green earth is proudly filled with birds flying together. They keep singing beside the fairy.

After the soft purple light shines, where is silent again? As the setting sun rises, the evening breeze ushers in the soothing night over the evening? Even the sound of the flute stopped - to be sure, the beautiful poem of the flute resounded eight hours ago? However, Feng Yi accidentally extended the time a little long, but compared with life, the day was so short and fleeting.

Life is like a song and a drunkenness, a dream, a butterfly and a falsehood, and the beautiful melody is like a bubble. Even he is silent in the half-dream and half-awake song, accidentally forgetting time.

One day passed quietly in the forest... I really didn't expect it to be so long.

Of course, Feng Yi didn't come to listen to her playing the flute when he was in Yuqing Pavilion. Even if he played the flute, Mengdie finished playing eight hours ago. In fact, he didn't understand the difference between flute and flute. Maybe he was playing the flute, or maybe the flute? Feng Yi came here today, really wanted to meet... Well, it's his child.

But I stayed there for a day. The aura of fairy spirits in the purple bamboo forest was rich and the yin and yang was spreading clearly. Until the sunset was setting, the breath of rotation changed, making Feng Yi unable to feel the fully active breath, and suddenly reminded him of something that had not been done yet.

For example, when you meet two children, well, but then again, his current state is indeed a bit strange. He is used to being in a daze and is prone to staying, just like a fool who is accidentally stunned for 20,000 seconds...

It was time to see the son of fate. With the idea of ​​seeing the flesh and blood and complaining, Feng Yi instantly approached Mengdie's breath. For a moment, Mengdie, who was still bathing, was suddenly stunned for a moment.

And he himself had already escaped because he found that Mengdie seemed to be in the process of taking off his clothes and was fat in the bathhouse. However, in a strict sense, it should not be considered a peeping at this female lady? After all, he and Mengdie... As for why Feng Yi thought of the female lady, he only discovered the secret yesterday.

As the saying goes, I never fight but cannot be sure of the battle. Since I could promise Hans yesterday, he had tried to compare with others. Through the attempt, Feng Yi found that he could use paste substances to connect with a computer, or even connect the Internet together. This concept is a bit difficult to explain, so he simply did not explain.

He could even log in to his account through Dandan's blocking method. He simply logged in to the Revenge Movie Riding ID, but there was no prompt on the Internet.

With a trace of remnant thoughts about the past, he opened the previous battle video boredly. The battle with Mengdie was the only single-soldier battle, so he simply loaded it into it.

Under the action of pasting substances, he integrated into the network terminal and found that Star Wars had long been revised, from a simple passionate machine war to an ancient martial arts mecha two-pronged approach, and could also create small trumpets. For some reason, he easily found Mengdie small trumpets in the database - also a female trumpet, originating from this.

However, her small account has only two battle data, and Feng Yi did not read it.

What made him feel speechless, helpless and bored and surprised was that the number of small occupants of the fat man Zhang Xiaobo actually reached 935!!? They were all created and deleted, deleted, and then deleted after creating the small occupants, and then recreated. This guy can be said to have committed all kinds of evil killing and robbing people, and he has been on duty over and over again. He stood guard guarding the corpse in the middle of the night, and his vests were all outrageous.

Of course, his main purpose of logging in to Star Wars was to do something for Hans, but fortunately the experiment was successful. Now, Feng Yi can even think of Hans' vivid expression when he saw the email, but it was good, and it was not a big deal for him. After all, Hans had done too much for him.

Feng Yi hurriedly restrained his thoughts. He found that when a person loses the carrier, his thoughts will fly around, or they will stagnate. After a long time, they will be like him now, like a mental patient. The most important thing at the moment is to take a look at the child, even though he can't do anything for the child.

The next second, my thoughts returned to Mengdie's boudoir. Apart from the remaining small objects, all the surroundings changed, even the rooms were the same. This seemed to be Beixuan Hall.

As the thought moved, Feng Yi immediately discovered that the four palaces located in Yuqing Pavilion were earth-shaking in the east, south, north and middle. As the saying goes, the upper, north, south, south, west, right and east. The north master Xuanming translates it as the water of Xuanwu, the east master Qinglong is the wood of the east, the west is the white tiger, the south is the protagonist, and one yin and one yang rotates, and this hall stands in the east, so Feng Yi determines it as the Qinglong Hall.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice the child in the room, but he reflected on some clothes. Could it be that something happened?

Mengdie's spiritual sense is the most sensitive, but the brief approach just now made her notice. Apart from the mysterious vest of Revenge Yingqi, Feng Yi did not want to disturb anyone's life, even indirectly, so when he found that he could not see the child, he did not delay any longer. A change of thought left Yuqing Pavilion and disappeared quickly...

As a result, when he encountered trouble, Feng Yi was very suspicious about why he came to Yuqing Pavilion from the Att Federation. Before coming, he planned to try it through the third rhythm, but considering the consumption of spiritual power, Feng Yi planned... Before he could think about it, he had already appeared here.

Afterwards, I suddenly realized that I was inexplicably unknown. Could it be that his third rhythmic skill has made a breakthrough? After all, Mo Ying once said that this is a kind of ability with considerable rules, but unfortunately he has not found the skill to open the door.

Therefore, the problem should not occur in the third rhythm itself. Even if there is a connection, it is definitely a coincidence.

Feng Yi mobilized his mind and tried again, but the attempts did not work several times. At present, he could only give up and continue trying. Once he gave up trying, it was almost difficult to jump back at such a long distance. At present, he could only connect himself to the shuttle to the Federation by pasting substances.

MD, it was such a bad trip. If he had known this, he would never have set his first stop at Yuqing Pavilion. Why bother? The reason why I first thought of Yuqing Pavilion was to give it a bluntly to see the children, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

However, it is useless to think too much at this point. Anyway, riding a shuttle is considered a free job. As the saying goes, it is a free job for a while, and it is always a free job for a while, and it is always a free job for a lifetime. Although he cannot live for a lifetime, he has not lived for a lifetime, and can only be considered a free job for a while, but he can always enjoy it.

Except for reading books, after all, books are private, and free sex is a public nature. Feng Yi believes that personal income tax is enough to make up for this. Although Brother is no longer a human being, he may be a god, as Hans said.

Along the way, with mixed thoughts, Feng Yi's spiritual nerve finally changed qualitatively over time. He suddenly realized why he was thinking and thinking about something useless. What is the purpose of this trip? Look at the child, then as a father, shouldn't he know the whereabouts of the child?

However, after discovering that the child was not in Yuqing Pavilion, he did not pay much attention to these things, as if he had lost a lot of emotions, and said that he had given up some of the things he had used to.

If it were the original self, wouldn’t he have to look for the child and find out how to find out whereabouts of the child? If he took a step back, at least he would also find out whether the child was born or not, instead of just escaping. Now he is not like himself at all?

Or, when the soul is reformatted, the transition of time will cause a person to lose his own things, even the soul.

People often say that true love is eternal and family affection lasts forever. It is because we have unforgettable memories that we will not forget profound stories. However, we also called brothers and brothers with our childhood playmates, but decades later, you may not even remember his name.

Fortunately, human beings cannot live until they forget everything. Just like what Mo Ying said, he even forgot everything before and only has nostalgia for his hometown.

But my own changes are indeed a little quick. If I forget everything, will he still be the same as he was before, and even my soul will disappear... No, letting go is a harvest, losing is a pursuit, and a sound is like a sudden thunder and wind in my ears.

"He's back..."

"He's back..."

Feng Yi could not identify the source of the sound, but he could clearly distinguish Hans's voice from the many noises.

This invisible power of faith seemed to have a sculptural torrent into Feng Yi's thoughts, making the originally keen spirit more abundant, making his thoughts, far away from the light years, feel something, and his slightly turbid consciousness is instantly full of vitality.

Through four-dimensional refraction, feedback instantly brightens Feng Yi's eyes, and the door of thought seems to suddenly open a gap. Although it is still very narrow, it will temporarily awaken the half-sleeping thing, possess the same wisdom as before, which can extend the mind down, try and think about some of his own problems, such as why he is still alive, and even the limitations of many cage walls.

"Why am I still alive? Why do people live in the world? What is the meaning of being wandering in the world, and where should I go?"

Since you are alive, you must pursue the answers you should solve, rather than go with the flow. Just like a cloth bag floating in the wind during the day, he has to trace more, and trace the things you cannot consider when your consciousness is turbid, and the right thing you never give up is the creed that you always implement.

Feng Yi's turbid mind woke up as his power continued to reflect, and he was like a dreamer. His feeling was as if his muddy spirit body was hit by an electric shock!
Chapter completed!