God level funny comparison system

It rarely snows in Jiangcheng, so the people in Jiangcheng love snow very much.

Zhang Long couldn't help but walked into the flurry of snowflakes, the snow was not small, the sky and the earth were white, and even the shining neon lights were more holy.

The speed of the traffic has also slowed down, and the sound of the continuous flow has become much clearer. Groups of pedestrians stop on the road, or look up at the sky, or look at the snow-white land, with excited but quiet faces. smile.

Sometimes in the world, such a baptism is needed, the glitz is restrained, and the heart is peaceful.

When I am quiet, I can't help but think of some things that I don't want to think about on weekdays. For example, Zhang Long now thinks of Lin Yanran.

I thought I would see it when school started, but unfortunately...

Looking up, the sky is gray, and there are silent and fluttering white snow everywhere, as if the whole world has been substituted into a romantic maze.

Obscure, but willing to immerse in it.

I don't know if Lin Yanran is looking at this snow scene now, or where she is, and if it's snowing.

"Hey, don't be so sullen. Why don't you have a wife? If you can't let her go, I can help you find out where she is now." .

Zhang Long smiled lightly, raised his hand slightly, and said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "No need. Just be quiet for a while."

In fact, Zhang Long thought very clearly, given his holiday with Lin Tian, ​​if he wanted to be with Lin Yanran, he would have to face many ups and downs.

Zhang Long is not afraid, he is really not afraid, he has never been afraid.

He was just a little worried about Lin Yanran, being caught between him and his father was the most painful.

So he didn't want to be too decisive, and he didn't want to find Lin Yanran right away, and separated for a while to let Lin Tian calm down.

It snowed heavily this time, and there were snowflakes flying in many cities in China, including the city where Lin Yanran is currently.

She was standing on the top of a tall building, facing the snowflakes with her delicate face, and the crystal clear snowflakes turned into tears on her face and slid down her cheeks.

There was a touch of melancholy between the once young and bright brows.

There was a touch of gauntness in the heart that was once boundless in vitality.

In the memory of only laughter, there is one more person, and one more story with a touch of bitterness, but it makes people smile when they think about it.

"Zhang Long...I miss you..." Lin Yanran closed her eyes, another two lines of tears rolled down her face, her ethereal voice was like a murmur in a dream.

She didn't bother Zhang Long anymore, and in the darkness of the sea of ​​knowledge, she also frowned slightly, her expression was a little low, obviously feeling Zhang Long's mood at the moment.

Zhang Long walked quietly in this snow field, restraining all energy fluctuations, and the snowflakes were still falling on his body. He held a cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath occasionally, and exhaled the light blue smoke. The smoke formed a bunch, and the blowing snowflakes rolled up.

It wasn't a long journey, but Zhang Long walked very slowly. When he returned to school, it was almost ten o'clock.

The campus is brightly lit, and the lights of various colors dance with the snowflakes, and the cheers of the students can be heard everywhere, making this snowy night more peaceful and more like a fairy tale world.

Heh... When I was young, I really had a lot of ideas that were as beautiful as fairy tales.

It's just that when you grow up, some people choose to stick to this fairy tale, and some people choose to change, which is the so-called maturity.

Zhang Long asked himself, he is immature, it's just that there are more vicissitudes on his face, he still likes this fairy tale world, as for those cruel realities, he never takes them to heart, let alone learn to adapt.

Zhang Long thought of a line in the lyrics, I am me, fireworks with different colors.

Who said you have to adapt, who said you have to cater to those blunt realities when you grow up?Who says you can't stay young forever, like when you were young, everything in your eyes is colorful, gentle and pure.

Perhaps, apart from the school, there is no such place in the world, but so what, if there is no such place, just create such a place.

Zhang Long is like this, stubborn to neurotic.

Lin Tian said that no matter what, he would never let Yan Ran be with him. Zhang Long didn't care, not because he didn't care about Lin Yanran, but because he didn't care what Lin Tian said.

The matter between him and Lin Yanran is naturally up to him and Lin Yanran to decide. It is still the same sentence, as long as Lin Yanran does not give up, he will persist to the end.

Without going back to the dormitory, Zhang Long came to the playground.

The university is still flourishing, and the soft black-red ground of the playground is no longer there. At a glance, it is covered with thick snow, and the gray sky is getting thinner. Looking up, you can even see the gray sky with snowflakes falling. Then I saw the shadow of a curved moon.

Under the subtle moonlight, the white snow reflects a bright luster, and the night is less dark and becomes hazy and gentle.

What a beauty.

Zhang Long was sitting on the stone platform, looking at the sky quietly, watching the pattering snowflakes falling under the faint moonlight, like countless elves descending from the sky, listening to everyone's narration.

His mind was also like the sky, gray and cloudy, surrounded by countless things, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, it was rare to be quiet.

Quite a few students were laughing and playing on the playground, laughing heartily. Obviously, this heavy snow made them quite excited.

I sat like this until late at night, until the playground was empty, and until the lights of the surrounding buildings were all extinguished.

The sky and the earth are more hazy, as if it is really a fairy tale world in a dream. The dense halo reflected by the white snow fills the sky and the earth, neither dark nor bright, just as gentle as water, as if looking at the whole world in the water.

The world was as quiet as a sleeping child, only Zhang Long was awake.

The moon hidden behind the thin clouds is also more obvious, and the snowflakes are still fluttering, silently, but if you listen carefully, it seems that each snowflake is whispering something.

Joys and sorrows, grievances and hatreds, right and wrong, righteousness and evil... In this quietly falling snowflakes, everything becomes calm.

Everything is a foil, only strength lasts forever.

Zhang Long finally stood up, like a snowman, snowflakes fell from his body, and fell silently to the ground, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

He raised his head and looked at the crescent moon behind the diffuse snowflakes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's so cheap, I can't sleep anyway, try the blood moon seven cuts."

"Follow you." Said casually.

Zhang Long lowered his head with a smile, and the broken hair on his forehead rose up automatically without any wind.

"Blood Moon Seven Cuts, open."

In the void of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, that huge blood-colored skill card emerged, and then a large piece of red light radiated out.

The red light overflowed Zhang Long's body, and at the same time, a huge amount of information appeared in Zhang Long's consciousness.

Blood Moon Seven Slashes, a total of seven styles, silver high-grade martial arts, battlefield massacre skills, see blood seal throat.

The first type, plum blossoms.

Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death.

Look at how many stories in the world, the most ecstasy are the three plum blossoms.

"Zheng..." Feeling the emotion, Zhang Long stretched out his hand slowly, and a red light automatically appeared on the palm of his hand, and the red light condensed to form a triangular blade, more than two feet long.

In the body, the energy released by the skill card flowed along the specific meridians of this move, Zhang Long couldn't help frowning, feeling more helpless in his heart.

The advent of what love is……

Bai Xue was illuminated in a circle of blood red, and in the pure whiteness, the red halo was very conspicuous.

Zhang Long looked up at the sky, and with a bang, snowflakes fell all over his body, and his figure was once again spotless, like a figure in a painting.

Behind the thin cloud, a crescent moon fell in Zhang Long's star eyes, condensing a transparent arc in the deep and clear pitch black, and then, the reflection of the crescent moon slowly turned blood red in Zhang Long's eyes.

"Roar..." The inexplicable helplessness aroused the anger in Zhang Long's heart. He suddenly raised his head and roared, and the blood moon flashed in his eyes, like a werewolf under the moon.

"Bang!" With a kick of his right foot on the ground, Zhang Long's figure suddenly rushed out, leaving behind a violent sonic boom at an extremely fast speed.

All of a sudden, the wind suddenly broke out, and the world was in chaos.

Large snowflakes rose behind Zhang Long, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky also rolled up in disorder following Zhang Long's rushing figure.

In the second after rushing out, Zhang Long's figure suddenly spun.

With a red glow in his hand stretching out, Zhang Long's figure spun rapidly. The rotations of various postures and extremely weird and complicated movements made his twirling figure instantly turn into a huge blood-red sphere, and outside the sphere On the other hand, countless sharp red blades extend out, like a prickly prickly prickly pear.

"Crack, crack..." With the sound of the ground cracking, the huge blood-red sphere rushed out for more than a hundred meters in an instant, and a wide passage opened on the snow. The snow stirred up white waves, the ground cracked, and sand and stones flew .

"Hoohoo!"

The huge blood-colored sphere suddenly stood still at the end of the passage, and then countless phantoms dissipated on the sphere, leaving only Zhang Long's straight black figure.

Looking back, in the [-]-meter-long passage on the snowy ground, the cracked ground was more than three inches deep. The corner of Zhang Long's mouth curled up into a satisfied smile. , and extremely domineering.