Beyond the Deep Space

Thank you all for your support. I will code and try to update more.

A fan with 100.00 Likes (posted on the 17th, probably about Lantern Festival

Use the power of gold to suppress the old thief Chendong from growing red hair for one year. The mighty Tianlong, the great Luo spell! 🤓🤓🤓

I was naive. Chen Mi is too exaggerated. The previous post was too confusing, please move it here. 😃😃😃

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Try a simpler red hair

What is the filling of the pancake you eat? Let me take a bite too! Just one bite~ (One bite at a time ฅ●ω●ฅ)

What would I do if I don't have deep space to watch? (The animation of the cat and cat bug on the mobile phone is really suitable for changing (づ ωど)

The Life of Mortal Wang Xuan In the late autumn of that year, some cold autumn wind rolled up the dead leaves that had fallen under the trees on both sides of the street. The yellowed leaves were picked up by the wind and fell down again, bringing with it a piece of autumn silence. Wang Xuan looked at the dead leaves falling from the sky, and said in his heart: "Like paper money." Facing this somewhat miserable autumn scene, even though Wang Xuan was full of ambition, he was also infected. Wang Xuan stepped forward and walked through the trees that had become somewhat bare. The road under his feet seemed to be the same as when the old technique was abandoned. But there are many differences, Wang Xuan thought. Wang Xuan chose to speed up. He had seen a bygone era, and the last scriptures fell like paper money in the hands of the civilized tombkeeper. Gradually, the scriptures were slowly burned away in the remnants of the old days, just like the leaves falling silently in the wind, passing away in the sway. "Both the old techniques and the new techniques have passed away, and they have become scriptures in the pile of old papers. The dispute between the old and the new in those days seems so ridiculous now." Wang Xuan recalled the old techniques and the new techniques in the old days, laughed dumbly, and shook his head. Both new techniques and old techniques have become old techniques. In this era of myths, these are no longer important. When Wang Xuan hurried back home, Zhao Qinghan had already prepared meals for him, and the steaming heat reflected Xiao Zhao's still gorgeous face. Zhao Qinghan became Wang Xuan's wife a few years ago. The trivial matters in the world of fireworks did not take away from her Wan Yi style, but instead added a bit more color. "Xiao Wang, eat quickly. Don't the meals I prepared for you suit your taste?" "Oh, no." Wang Xuan tried to hide it and pulled the rice in the bowl a few times. "Eat more." Although Xiao Zhao could tell that Wang Xuan had something on his mind, he didn't go into details. She thought that maybe good food could relieve Wang Xuan's worries. "Okay, Xiao Zhao." Wang Xuan was infected by Zhao Qinghan's smile, and seemed to let go of what was in his heart and the flashes of swords and swords in the old extraordinary world. Time passed slowly, like an endless river rushing forward. The book named Wang Xuan turned page by page, and the remaining pages seemed to represent the second half of Wang Xuan's life. As time passed, Wang Xuan and Xiao Zhao had their own children. The children grew up slowly under the watchful eyes of Wang Xuan and Zhao Qinghan, and experienced their childhood and their own lives. The children have their own studies and will have their own families after a long time. Wang Xuan and his wife have less and less time to see their children, and everything seems to have pressed the fast forward button. On the old road of the old land, time seemed to have slowed down again, and dead leaves were still everywhere, but this time Wang Xuan felt that the dead leaves flying down in the autumn wind looked like himself. The time spent fighting with the ancestors of the extraordinary world seems to be vivid in my mind. They have already ridden away in the wind, and it seems that they have more brilliant experiences on the other side of the distant deep space. But all this seems to have nothing to do with Wang Xuan, who has become a mortal. He does not have the pool of extraordinary powers in the distant world, and he has naturally become ordinary at the end of this myth. Wang Xuan is getting older, but the old extraordinary still leaves traces on his body, and the power of time does not seem to be so obvious on his body. Zhao Qinghan passed away before Wang Xuan, and the children gradually grew old under Wang Xuan's watch, and finally left him. This feeling that the relatives around him are gradually fading away seems to have crushed Wang Xuan, but he still misses the time he passed away in his heart. "Goodbye, Chaofan." As he was dying, dead leaves seemed to be falling again in front of Wang Xuan's eyes.