The wings were spread upside down, the skeletal muscles were much stronger than before, and the legs of the black cross that had been forcibly torn apart, as well as the arms and the body that had been scattered, were delicate in the eyes of the girl. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The duvet was completely abandoned by the girl, and the residual temperature became colder, leaving a disability.

Sometimes, she doesn't understand, and can't understand, the White Cross's actions. Character is not "character", it is more like an emotional palette that alternates on the body, as long as the slightest stroke is misaligned, or the color ratio is out of balance, the painting will become dirty. The corners of the eyes are lost, both sides are there, but the surging desire is still burning in the eyes of the white cross, and the reproductive desire that has not appeared for a long time has actually found him.

She seems to have lost her rationality, or rather was too rational. The reason is simple, the wings in the sun are not shiny, the stiff feathers, the recklessness when touching the whole body, the extreme expression of degenerative sexuality, she is looking for a place where desire can be peaceful.

She wants to vent, tolerate, and confide in lewdness.

Abstraction is overflowing.

["I am a well-behaved subconscious, and a well-behaved creature, a collection of free will, not your thing. Whether I go back or not is not something we can decide, just like what you and I carry, a back is a lifetime. ”】

She couldn't remember how she was born and how she grew up, and before she knew it, her eyes fluttered over the clock on the wall, and she felt a deep fear and worry.

What is the standard for time in the dream world?

The inexplicable question flashed through the inside of the brain's language center, and the next moment the other party's five fingers pinched the outside of the bandage at the base of the leg.

The anguish caused the Black Cross to throw out the [Command], and his chest was nearly torn apart as the reverse circuit rushed upwards.

Dreamed.

By the "Dream Classic".

Shaking wildly, at the end of the hallway, the door has not yet opened. The air here was very hot, and the black cross only felt a simple pain, and the slimy boiling water poured into the inside of his chest cavity, and the outer wall of the atrium that wrapped his heart was boiling loudly.

The White Cross roared in pain.

"Why ......"

Desperately picking open the door frame with both hands, the poetry brain was instantly online, and the black arm stretched out from the broken door panel, which was the moment when a child who was choked by the neck was desperately breathing, and it was also the moment when the reproductive desire was layered and then the density increased.

"...... at times like these"

The little face on the poet's brain frowned, and the white pupils turned to the other end of the hallway, at the edge of the corner.

There is an arm, dangling around the corner, adorned with the ornamentation of the reverse loop, which, together with its own dynamic form of circulation, expresses the methodology of the white cross outlining itself at this time. She had always been like this, when she was in the Zenith Church, in the Holy Land, in the depths of the throne of the Temple of Consciousness, there was the figure of a girl sitting upright, and the reminiscences of it were no exaggeration, bursting out at this moment.

She was climbing out of the bright squares left by the skylight, and the ground couldn't hold too much energy.

“....... Realized? ”

The white cross just lowered his head and smiled, unable to figure out that the girl was in a reckless mood when she was pushed to the ground, her poetry brain fell, and her arms swayed.

The front section of the corridor.

People begin to be entwined with long white hair, struggling, because they resist the process of becoming "objects". The speed was too fast, and the reaction could not keep up with the pace, and the white cross was extremely vicious, dragging her up with one hand, tearing open the five fingers that were holding the doorknob, just to pull to the side.

The middle of the corridor.

Above the white walls on either side, the frames swayed, revealing small cracked feet on the glass surface, and the photo shows Field smiling unusually brightly, stretching his limbs unrestrainedly, in the sun.

Corridor at the back end.

The white spiked wings invaded the inside of the Black Cross's body, the ribs crunched, and the cries of its owner were loud and loud. The skylight blows in the wind, the feathers stir, the posture is elegant, the pure merciless appreciation, the madness in front of you. There is still a reverse loop to protect it, and the function is abnormal.

[It's really strange that Mengdian would actually launch a reproductive desire to his other personality, I never thought about it, but I don't rule out the possibility of such a weirdness. 】

The person sitting above pressed the swinging arm above. In my eyes, the most delicious part of the black cross is, of course, the lower part of my body, which I have always wondered about. There was no physical wrapping, there was no blood vessel, a little sympathetic network intertwined, and the hip bone was bits and pieces of support, but it made her look so pitiful, as if she had lost her most precious thing. What exactly? Why did Black Cross keep silent about me about the details of reproductive desire, a puzzle or a secret that I couldn't know? What secret do I have, I can't be honest with myself without clothes as decoration, whether it's me or the strange attitude of the other person?

I had to be angry, showing such an expression and the corners of my mouth, would she be able to see what I needed?

[Mengdian has never wanted to have anything to do with "creation", could it be that the writer did not realize this, so that Mengdian himself felt insoluble confusion. 】

"The record says what I don't understand."

"But, don't ...... Will I ......"

Waiting for the other person's answer is simply torture, the concept of time is extremely sensitive, and after such a long time, the heart burns with longing.

"Tear down, open ......"

The tone of the voice softened, stemming from the ribs and body separated from the black cross, and the amplitude of the vocal cord vibration decreased, soft, silent, leaving an abnormal volume of breathing.

Only the heart rolled out of the chest, and the broken arteries brought out a bright crimson color, a pungent sweet smell that surprised the other person with a happy smile.

"I, want, want, you, ah."

[So that's the case, after removing the drive unit of the heart, she becomes a toy.] I'm going to stop her. I'm the master's poetic brain. Sit idly by, don't, forgive, forgive, oh~]

One slammed into the part below the black cross collarbone, and the two eyes watched in horror as each other's white hair fell together, tasting the splashing juice and delicacies, unstoppable. The corners of the mouth were blurred, the victim felt the touch of the bandage coming out of his thigh, and the air was cold.

She paused suddenly, and the reverse loop burrowed into the victim's eye socket, robbing her vision.

But the black color makes it even crazier.

Everything is helping "her"!

Shi Nao crawled from the corner to the back of the corridor, glanced at the scattered toys that were dismantled by the child, and said nothing. Its feet are curved, and it can only crawl slowly for a period of time after leaving its owner's head, and there is still a lot of evolutionary work to be prepared for walking upright.

Everything is helping "him"!

Dark, unlucky! Use your mouth, and if you can't see with your eyes, use your hands! If you can't touch it, use your ears! Damn it, writer, what are you hiding on the Black Cross! Damn, don't think that this will keep me the king of dreams!

"Am I not human, am I just those three sentences?"

"Or is it a nonchagrant carrier of wishes?"

"Random fabricated myths?"

Black Cross opened his mouth and shouted, the sympathetic nerves brought an astonishing amount of excitement from his lower body, twitching the lonely nerve network and squeezing out the excess sweat under the skin. The remaining left arm swung through the air, piercing the side of the white cross cheek and below the eye socket. She screamed in pain, knelt on top of her, and was sluggish to find that the circuit had further failed. A moment of confusion, lips apart, inhalation of excess air, causing the girl's muscles to tense pathologically in order to facilitate the act of loosening the circuit and releasing her own actions.

[Hearing deprivation, what is in the writer's head, the fear of losing the five senses will make "life" go to the [unknown]! This "lock" is really unreliable! 】

Bathed in the sunlight and gaining the energy of light, the poetic brain began to imagine its own body, gradually rising higher.

White Cross enjoyed the shade and gained the obedience of her heart, and she began to imagine what she saw and dispel what she thought.

And next to her, near the edge, the white-haired girl finally opened her five fingers, and the four wings behind her finally joined the path of the accomplice, together, with six arms in front of her, raised the black and white cross on her chest into the shade, and by the way, turned on the highest volume of black cross horror.

Cracked silver chain, reproductive desire, image, exaltation!