Huanluo Glass

Name: Huanluo Glass
Author: The Sword Rises And The Dust Falls

by The Sword Rises And The Dust Falls

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The sky is getting brighter and cooler. Qi Huan's long clothes are fluttering, the sword rises in the wind and dust falls, and Xiao Feng is alone and cold. He looked at the watery girl with endless reluctance in his heart. Qi Huan looked at Li and said lovingly: "For this world, and for you." After saying that, Qi Huan left. Li looked at Qi Huan like an infatuated person, waiting for his return and triumph. The rain of stars moves with the migration of the emperor, carrying the gentleness of water like glass, the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth, and the wind and rain of the world, crossing the stars and rivers of the sky, like a dream world. It is Qi Huan, standing on the top of the universe. He makes the world tremble. Looking at the intersection of ten parallel time and space, Qi Huan grabs it with one hand and twists the space. He rotates, intersects, folds, and extends the white hole of the ten parallel universes, unifying the ten parallel time and space, creating the realm of dust. The sound of wind is gradually heard, the bright moon is in the sky, there are sparse fences and flowing water. Under the waterfall of stars, the soul is in a state of flux; under the endless emptiness, the chilling cicadas are miserable. The scenery in the mysterious realm is so pleasant, and there is a faint fragrance in the air, as if the worldly killings have been forgotten, and the sunset at dusk has been forgotten. The grass grows and orioles fly, the autumn wind sets and the sun sets. A long river can see all the joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, the misery of the world, life and death. The place where you wake up from a dream is also the moment of parting. The night gradually passes, the wind gradually whispers, the dawn turns graceful, and we are alone in pairs. The autumn wind conveys true love, lingering in my heart; the pear blossoms carry the rain and blow the maple leaves, hoping to embrace the morning light. Where are the long songs and dances and the bustling life? If you accidentally enter, the smoke and willows will be peaceful.