Xiaobai jumped aside and squatted there with his fingers in circles. "She said, she really said …"

Dancing eyes are still gloomy, but my face reveals a sweet smile.
The wind soul finally didn’t find Achan.
Before the collapse of heaven and earth, he had to go back to Yuantian with Wang Miaoxiang, where everyone was waiting for him excitedly.
Avalokitesvara gave him a willow vase and a picture of mountains and rivers.
"What’s left is to rebuild the outside world." Wang Miao wanted to look at the wind soul and asked, "Will there be any problems?"
She is worried that the wind soul will consume too much in the battle.
The wind soul shook its head and said, "The need to rebuild heaven and earth is not the kind of power of fighting, but the creative power shared by the emperor, the concubine and the son-in-law. This creative power is not affected by the spirit but the body."
Xu Feiqiong asked, "But what should Xintiandi be built into?"
Silent for a moment, the wind soul said, "Everything is doomed."
He flew out of Yuan Tian into that misty and chaotic colorful atmosphere.
The idea expands the whole element, and all the colors are rolled together to become vast and dark.
He intend to create that "world" he knew before he first crossed it. The world is round, with no return to the market, no heaven and hell, no immortals and demons, and no Mount Luo.
It took him 1,300 years to see Zhi Xin again.
Looking at the virtual chaos and darkness, he said, "Let there be light!"
There is light.
He divided the light when he saw it was good.
He said that the earth would revolve around the sun and there would be five continents and four oceans, and that was it.
He put all kinds of souls in the net bottle of willows and the map of mountains and rivers into the newly created heaven and earth, some of them maintained their original appearance, and some of them changed into various races and other creatures.
That’s it.
He said that after the Tang Dynasty, there should be Song Yuanqing, and all beautiful women should love a man named Feng Soul … Well, there seems to be something wrong …
postscript
One night in 2009
Feng Zhixin lay in bed and had a dream.
It was a very embarrassing dream, in which her brother kissed and was inseparable.
Woke up in a daze, curled up in bed and blushed because she had such a dream. At this moment, she heard a girl from the health department angry, "You, you bastard!"
Sitting up from the bed, she looked puzzled and felt that the sound didn’t seem like a dream, so she got out of bed with a pillow and walked out of the bedroom. There she heard her brother mumbling, "Strange … dazzled?"
Then she saw her brother rubbing his eyes and coming out of health.
She asked, "What’s wrong with me? I seem to hear someone talking … "
She pointed at her brother and screamed.
The confused young man discovered that something was still showing his pants and quickly put it back outside.
"Elder brother, you are really" Zhi Xin airway "getting up in the middle of the night to make such a big noise and pretending to be a woman’s voice … Well, maybe you were just a hand …"
"What’s with the hand?" The youth didn’t react.
"Ah, nothing." Zhi Xin blushed and ran back to bed. After a while, she stuck her head out from under the covers. "Elder brother, you can’t do too much of this. It hurts."
Youth this just white airway "hey you take your brother as what person? Am I the kind of man who needs to solve the problem by himself? "
Zhi Xin retracted into bed and giggled.
The young man still seems a little confused. He seems to have seen a girl in ancient costume cut him with a sword just now, but when he came to his senses, the girl disappeared.
"It seems that I have put too much pressure on myself these days," he thought wryly. "Getting up in a toilet will give birth to hallucinations."
Then he went back to his bedroom to sleep.
Zhi Xin hid under the covers, smiled and remembered what her brother had done in his dream, and his heart jumped like a deer at once.
The night becomes quiet again.
Sleepiness flooded in, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep, and at the same time she had a little expectation that she would dream in the future.
Then she felt someone put her in her arms.
"Zhi Xin …" The man whispered in her ear with something of sadness and joy.
Brother …
Zhi Xin shrank into the man’s arms and let him hold himself tighter.
Is this a continuation of that dream just now?
She was too sleepy to make it clear.
But not calling in her ear is her familiar brother sound, and hugging her tightly is her familiar brother smell.
If this is a dream, then this dream is so gentle and sweet.