I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Hey, it’s so lively!"

Anlin looked at the packed venue and couldn't help but admire it.

Thirty thousand people gathered here, holding a light group that can change colors in a hand. It seems to be the same thing as a light stick, but the color is more pure and soft.

"Oh, I don't know how many clothes the Oriental sister will change tonight, Wang!" The white became a mini form, and the fart was followed by Anlin.

In order to be less noticeable, the hot wheels were removed, wearing white shirts, light blue denim feather pants, clean and fresh, mixed with scarves like shawls, bright colors, the overall look looks quite distinctive. The dress and the high face value make the nearby little girls look around.

But these little girls, I am afraid that I will not think of breaking my head. Such a big brother who looks pretty and beautiful, will be the myth of legends.

Anlin went all the way to the innermost field of the concert. All the big ones that can appear here are the ones who can buy tickets in the inner court. These people are not lacking in some political and business figures and international superstars. Of course, there are also Anlin. Some people who are very familiar.

"Hey, An Lin, here!!" A fat man with a round belly swayed.

"Savior." Anlin also showed a friendly smile.

"Wow, he is the battlefield of Anlin? So handsome!" Several fairies whispered on the side.

A woman wearing a blue and white Lolita costume, a golden curly shawl, a three-dimensional look, and a golden mark on her forehead, she took the initiative to go forward, stretched out the white and slender little hand, and took the initiative to shake hands with Anlin, smiling: "An Lin Immortal, hello, I am a photon fairy!"

An Lin suddenly realized: "It turned out to be you, hello, hello."

The photon bullet fairy is a big parallel in the monk group. I didn’t expect it to be a foreign girl.

"Hello, hello..." The photon fairy is also polite. She has already stretched out her right hand and shook hands with Anlin. The left hand actually began to unscrupulously stretch out and touched the back of Anlin’s hand, stroking the back of his hand. There was a blush on his face.

An Lin: "???"

Is this Laozi being smashed?

Anlin quickly released the soft bullet of the fairy goddess, and the photon bullets did not care. They continued to smile with Anlin, and the beautiful sapphire eyes shimmered with bright colors.

An Lin remembered that the goods were to use the stick spirit to poke the Tianren chrysanthemum, and then felt that the spirit had a taste, and wanted to transfer the wonders of the spirit. Seeing it today, it really is a nervous girl.

The blue-eyed swordsman and the old-fashioned costumes of the Qinghe swordsman and the old-fashioned costumes also marched forward and greeted Anlin and Nei.

Anlin soon got together with them.

He listened to his friends and talked about the eternal changes of the eternal world. He listened to all kinds of interesting things that happened. He felt very interesting and very intimate.

Not long after, the lights of the concert suddenly became dark.

The land of starlight suddenly fell into the darkness.

"Snow! Cher! Cher..."

300,000 people shouted a name at the same time.

That kind of great momentum, even Anlin, is slightly moving.

Under the moon.

A woman in a white dress with a beautiful and refined appearance, fell from the air with an ink-paper umbrella.

It is like a fairy falling into the world accompanied by the moonlight moonlight.

The melodious singing voice sounded like this, and the audience on the field was replaced by a clear and vocal voice.

When the opening was enlarged, even Anlin was amazing.

After the sing, the audience on the field had not returned to God, and it was silent for more than ten seconds. Thunderous applause and cheers broke out on the field.

Oriental Snow greeted the enthusiastic audience and suddenly said: "Today, Cher is very happy. There is a friend who has been separated for a long time. He suddenly came back. I just prepared a special song and planned to give it to him. ""

When the words came out, the audience suddenly became excited.

"New song, Cher finally has a new song!"

“Super look!!”

"I don't know who her friend is."

"Oh... I am jealous!"

"Snow! Cher! Cher..."

On the field, because of the snow in the east, it suddenly boiled up.

The eyes of the Oriental Snow fell on a man in the interior, as if through a period of time, quietly smiled and whispered: "My song, called "The Death of Death""

The lights suddenly darkened again.

The scene that was still noisy before was also quiet.

The audience is still very good.

A devastated battlefield appeared on the stage.

Anlin saw that the heavens and the earth in front of him changed color, and the **** red day was on the ground line. The earth covered a layer of bleak glory, and the sad melody sounded.

Oriental Snow is a surviving student on the battlefield. Her teacher, her classmates, and her family all died in the war. She holds flowers in her hands and sings on the battlefield full of blood and death.

The song is high first, then peaceful, as if to fall asleep.

叮 bell, 叮 bell...

It sounds like the wind blows the wind chimes.

Then gradually became the ringtone of the class.

Oriental Snow woke up in a dream~www.readwn.com~ I found out that everything was a nightmare.

The song began to become brisk.

But the good times are not long, after a peaceful and happy day.

Somehow, she appeared in the battlefield again.

An Lin listened to the song and looked at the scene of the scene. It felt very interesting.

He understood this song.

A very poor girl.

One day, she found that her dreams became clearer and clearer, no matter what she did in her dreams, she was impressed when she woke up, as if she had done it.

But in contrast, her reality has become increasingly blurred.

Woke up the next day, often forget what I did yesterday.

Dreams and reality seem to be undergoing a wonderful change.

The reality is slowly moving away from her. Even if everything is true, even if everything feels real, it will become very confusing afterwards.

The dream is approaching her, even if she knows it is fake, but the fake is more and more true, the vision, the sense of hearing, the sense of touch, the sense of smell, the taste, all become true and clear...

She struggled in reality and dreams. Gradually, she forgot which one was a dream and which one was a reality...

The end of the song.

Oriental snow stood on a ruin and sang a song of sadness.

"I have had a dream. There is no war in my dreams. My mother's food is delicious, and the smiles of my classmates and friends are in front of me. What a wonderful dream, I really don't want to forget, I really don't want to forget..."

But this dream finally faded from her memory.

Ironically, however, the beautiful dream she thinks is actually a reality.

Her world is actually her dream.

Death dreams.

What passed away is actually her reality.

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