As a result, it is possible to achieve success.

In other worlds, the strong people thought, I have cultivated to this level with great difficulty, just to work for the world and endure loneliness and solitude for those people who are not close to me?

I either run out and find a place to play by myself, or stay in the world and play with other people of the same level, causing all kinds of trouble and killing each other.

They guard their own little piece of land, choose to ignore the outside world, and deceive and scheme against each other.

It is euphemistically said that all living beings in the world are chess pieces and they are playing chess.

But you have to know that there is no undefeated chess player in this world...

The homesickness of the people in the travel world may be the most serious in the universe.

Unlike other worlds, the Aoyou World was pieced together by their ancestors, and the rules of heaven were set by like-minded ancestors.

Perhaps it is for this reason that their sense of belonging to the travel world is much stronger than that of others...

In fact, strictly speaking, the Wandering World is composed of fragments from a certain big world, and our ancestors also came from that kind of world.

From a certain perspective, they have already failed once or even more times, denied one or more paths, and now it may be the second round or more.

Of course, people are definitely not the same people they were before, and the world is no longer the same world it was before.

Just as the very first ancestors decided to carefully build this world for future generations, this world was created after they spent countless blood, tears, and energy, and experienced countless setbacks, but they also knew that they might not be able to see it with their own eyes.

There is no reincarnation in this world, blood is the closest link.

Their blood will flow in the lives of future generations, and we will continue to work hard with them...

It was this vague sense of mission that would arise in one's heart at any time, making Heiyang Hongli feel uneasy for a short period of time.

In fact, Heiyang Hongli and the others have a way to block out this sense of mission, just like the responsibility they have towards their family.

It is because of this sense of mission, or responsibility and concern, that we have today’s happiness.

Imagine having no family, no worries, no hope, and no direction. This kind of emptiness is pure torture...

So, even though Heiyang and Hongli are usually lazy, they think a lot!

Their fantasies are endless, and their nonsense is endless, ahem...

Doesn’t this show that they have always had a goal (lying down) and a direction (starting to swing), expectations (being able to lie down while feeling puckery) and concerns (being able to lie down with their family), doesn’t it?

As a celebrity once said, even if I live in a nutshell, I am still the king of the universe!

Heiyang Hongli doesn't have such a big goal as others, but he does have some goals too!

Family, friendship and love are priceless treasures that people can never enjoy enough.

Family ties are like a rope, one link connected to another.

Friendship is the midday sun, always warm.

Love is the most boring and plain thing, but I just don’t want to be separated.

The premise of all this is to ensure that the travel world will not follow the same fate as those fragments.

"So, did you suddenly have the goal of saving the world?"

Hongli tilted her head and looked at Heiyang, with a helpless look on her face.

"That's enough, it's too old-fashioned."

"What about the protagonist being killed by a finger in front of the final boss?"

Heiyang suggested: "That would be very thoughtful!"

"Oh, if that's the case, who would I dare show my story to?"

Hong Li rolled her eyes at Hei Yang and couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you be more realistic and say that the protagonist knew he was going to lose, so while everyone was preparing for the battle, he took his family and bowed and ran away!"

"Ah, then the glorious image of the protagonist will be ruined!"

"That's it!"

Heiyang and Hongli were chattering away.

Well, yes, they are writing stories now.

The two of them lay side by side on the bed, their heads close together, each holding a pen, writing and drawing on a large thick notebook.

"Well, I think that anyone who grew up reading books would have dreamed of writing a book, right?"

Hongli bit the pen and spoke as she thought.

“Even if I don’t write a book, I can’t help but imagine all kinds of stories in my mind, and maybe I’ll want to record that story someday.

In my opinion, the more dull and boring real life is, the better, and the more exciting and adventurous the fantasy world is, the more interesting it is."

After a pause, Hongli added: "Of course, sometimes I don't mind a simple and bland reunion ending."

"uh-huh……"

Heiyang's eyes moved upwards, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Come to think of it, I once had the idea of ​​writing a story. Not a diary, but a story imagined in my mind."

"Ha, do I need to say this?"

Hongli rolled her eyes and snorted smugly, "The so-called nonsense we talk about is just talking about our own weird ideas!

For example, what I told you, what if Elder Huo Le was really impersonated? What if the Five Elements Sect couldn’t see it…”

Hongli was halfway through her words when she suddenly leaned back tactically, put her hands on her head and screamed.

"Watch me, predictive defense!"

"???"

Three question marks appeared on Heiyang's head, and he looked at Hongli with a look of concern for his mentally retarded wife.

"So why did you go crazy in the middle of your conversation?"

"Ah, what does it mean to be crazy..."

Hong Li gnashed her teeth, put her hands down, turned her head to look at Hei Yang, and said angrily: "Why don't you play by the rules?

A few days ago, when I mentioned the story of how Elder Huo was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Five Elements Sect and the entire sect was kidnapped, you wanted to hit me on the head.

Why don't you fight this time? Double standards?"

"Uh, didn't you come to me to talk about serious matters that time..."

Heiyang glanced at Hongli and said quietly, "We are here today just to have nothing to do and talk nonsense!

When writing a story, you can’t do it without expanding your thinking, right? "

"Ah this..."

Hong Li's expression froze, her anger disappeared, and she muttered softly, "That's true..."

"Ah, actually."

Heiyang suddenly added: "Actually, I was lying on the bed, and it was hard for me to stretch out my arms to use force, so I was too lazy to hit you."

"Um?!"

Hongli's eyes widened.

"How could you do this, dog Heiyang!"

Hei Yang: "???"

“Happy.”

Heiyang chuckled: "Tell me in detail."

"Don't be sarcastic, what I'm about to say is serious!"

Hongli stared at Heiyang with a stern look.

"You just said you were too lazy to hit me?"

"Ah this..."

Heiyang blinked: "Isn't this good?"

“What a great head!”

Hong Li said angrily: "It's ok that you are lazy about other things, but this time you are lazy about something related to me, have you changed your mind?

Wow, you didn’t even bother to hit me today, I don’t even dare to think about what you’ll do tomorrow!”

Hei Yang: "???"

"Don't put on the question mark, just be honest."

Hong Li stretched out her arms and hugged Hei Yang's shoulders, and said with dead fish eyes: "Just think about it, your mother always wakes you up early in the morning to exercise, and then suddenly one day, ah, she doesn't wake you anymore!

Are you going to be happy and sleep in, or what?"

"Ah, this..."

Heiyang thought about the scene and took a deep breath.

"It's bad. Mom is disappointed in me. She has given up on me. It's over, it's over, it's over!"

"Yes, yes!"

Hongli looked at Heiyang fiercely: "That's what I mean. Today you are too lazy to hit me on the head, but tomorrow I will come to you with a begging look on my face, and you will be too lazy to look up!"

"No, no, how is that possible? I've already told you that lying down is uncomfortable..."

Heiyang sat up and raised his hands high in a special gesture.

"I, Heiyang, will never ignore you, Xiaoli!"

"Huh, does that count as a vow?"

Hongli glanced at Heiyang.

“No, it’s a statement.”

Hei Yang shook his head: “You will find that many things are very believable at first, but as soon as you add “I swear” in front of them, you suddenly feel that this kid will definitely break the oath.

For example, you can always trust Black Sun.

And I swear, you can always trust me, you know what I mean."

"Good boy, there is research..."

Hongli looked at the hand that Heiyang stretched out, gently pushed it with her head, and chuckled.

"That's pretty much it!"

"uh-huh."

Heiyang smiled helplessly, glanced and saw Hongli kicking off the quilt, revealing patches of white. He sighed and reached out to cover her again.

The longer you are together, the more casual you become in front of each other.

Hongli turned her head and shrugged, not commenting on Heiyang's little action.

She just laughed at the previous topic.

"So, I dreamed of this book a long, long time ago!"

"I remember you said that, Teacher Hongli."

Heiyang raised his hand: "If you want to write a book, write a book on how to teach people to be lazy. Books that teach people to be lazy should not be written."

"Ah, don't always remember the messy things I said."

Hongli revealed her half-moon eyes, shook the pen in her hand, nodded and looked at Heiyang.

"Well, I was too lazy to write before, and I was busy playing all day, so I didn't have time to do such things.

Now that we have time, let’s go play on the bed, ahem…”

Hongli coughed twice and continued as if nothing had happened: "Besides, I now have a very good idea."

"Ok?"

Heiyang raised his eyebrows.

"Let me guess. You want to write about your daily life with Heiyang, from the time you met, fell in love, and then got married?"

"Hey, hey, don't tell me what I think without permission. It's amazing that you understand me!"

Hongli waved her fist and snorted, "Indeed, but I want to add some modifications, remove the embarrassing parts of Hongli, and graft the plot of Heiyang showing off onto Hongli..."

"Hey, is this still a record of our story?"