At this moment, he turned into a scorching sun, bursting out a warm light, illuminating everything in the world, forming a dazzling ball of light, swallowing Ma Junjie in front of him...

"Dragon Explosion... Star Destroyed the World..." A desolate voice came from the light ball, and then the dazzling light ball burst open. Huge cracks in the void formed instantly. The terrifying starlight energy rushed into the void, and the dazzling white light swallowed everything...

The whole world was covered with white light. In the white light, the heart-wrenching screams of Murong Rong and others were faintly heard...

In Jinghai City, Kunshan Baiyun Temple, a woman in a white moon robe stood silently on the balcony of a building, looking at the beautiful woman below who was surrounded by everyone.

"Who are you? Did you save me?" At this time, a boy rang out from behind the woman.

The woman looked back and saw a man about twenty-seven years old looking at him in a daze.

"Yes, you were chopped by a group of gangsters. It was Ponini who brought you back..." The woman sang a big look to the person who came, and said calmly.

When the man saw the woman's appearance, he was stunned, and then he said with some confusion: "Have we met somewhere? Why do I feel that you are so familiar with me?"

"The Pomni and the donor just met by chance, so how can they be familiar with each other? I don't know why the donor was chased by someone?" The woman's god changed slightly, but she quickly returned to her dullness...

"Oh, I borrowed some usury loans from a company to start a business. Who expected that I would go bankrupt and could not repay the loan, so I was chased by someone... Hey, by the way, why are there so many people there?" The man said without any obscureness, but suddenly pointed to the hall not far away and said.

"Oh, today the famous singer Miss Nangong Shangxiang came to burn incense. All the reporters and fans came here to admire her, so there was such a scene..."

"Nangong Shangxiang?" The man frowned, and seemed to think of something in his mind. He went straight to the guardrail and looked at the door of the hall not far away. He saw a beautiful woman in a light green gauze dress holding a scent of incense in her hand and walking into the hall... Beside her, a plump and noble young woman was also following her. In the arms of the young woman, she was also holding a little boy of four or five years old. The little boy's eyes were looking here, so clear and so sincere...

"Dad..." In a trance, the child's lips moved, and the man suddenly felt an indescribable sorrow hit in his heart. It seemed as if something exploded in his head. Countless clear images flashed through his mind...

It seems like everything is a dream...

Is it really a dream

The man hugged his head tightly and struggled in pain...

"It's like a dream, not a dream... Life is like a dream... Amitabha..." The female monk behind the man saw the man's painful expression and whispered...

It's like a dream but not a dream...

Life is like a dream...

In Chengdu, Sichuan, among ordinary families, a man in black sat silently in front of the computer, gently typing these words, and murmured: "Xingchen, I have written your story. I named him "Campus Romantic Evil God". Will you like it? I hope your story can continue!"

After the words were finished, the man typed four big words at the end of the chapter: Falling Stars!
Chapter completed!