DNF: the Adventures of Tang San and His Party

Ten years later, we will learn to look back. The past we have passed is still the same, and the flowers are blooming in spring. More dazzling characters, more gorgeous stories, more beautiful scenes - the continuous updates of DNF have brought endless charm, but unfortunately it has taken away a piece of innocence and joy. New and novel characters appear one after another, and those magicians and fighters who were once popular are no longer popular. After reading it, I felt a faint sadness ripples in my heart. As always, my love for magicians will never change. Because of the loss of my number, I lost three lovely full-level magic, full-level magic, and full-level magic. I haven't touched this dusty game on my desktop for a long time. One day, on a whim, I gently opened it and said, let's start from the beginning. While leveling up, I wrote a growth record into a novel. Full of hope, I felt like a blow in the head—— My Lorraine was gone, replaced by a strange dungeon. The dead grass warmed by the sun turned into a muddy ground, with faint fireflies flying. The big trees exuding the fragrance of logs turned into crystals. The dazzling sun was gone, and there was a natural tomb. The warm withered grass was gone, and not a single blade of grass grew there. Even the goblin with green wrinkled skin, pointed ears, and disgusting face is gone! They all turned into strange monsters! The formerly prosperous Hedunmar was now in darkness, with only many fireflies that refused to leave still stubbornly emitting a bleak light. The background music that was supposed to be joyful gave people a sad and poignant impression. I was walking on an unfamiliar street and felt like everything was alienated from me. Rocks, ruins, dead trees... In the end, I was so scared that I had to close the game quickly. Pondering, DNF, Please give me a peaceful Hedunmar, give me a beautiful west coast, give me the city in the sky, give me the dragon tower, give me the tree spirit jungle, give me back all that has passed away. I dream of memories, Hutton Marr, ten years later, we are still there.