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The giant sword pointed straight ahead, cutting through the outer membrane of the rain in the air, and the water droplets clanged and reverberated over the streets, like heavenly music.

"Why are you crying?"

Liudeng's words were beyond everyone's expectations, and Qiange, who was far behind him, was also shocked in his heart.

"There are a thousand ways to express sadness, why do you choose to shed tears?"

The tip of the sword flowed between droplets, touching the giant doll, caressing its pale cheeks. The small hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and the fine texture refracted the girl's puzzled eyes, meandering into the blood under her feet.

The shards peeled away its charred body.

Shaped like a white bird, the moment it broke out of the cage and flew out, it was entangled in the heart by the "iron chain" on its feet.

The finger on the trigger still can't bear to leave, because of his own sympathy, or because of fear for "her" people?

Obviously, when positive and negative are added, the result cannot be zero.

The bright red on the skirt is gone, leaving the gray alone to call the shots. The sword body trembled, and the doubts in the heart of the flowing lamp could not be exhausted.

The doll knelt in front of her, and as the shards continued to fly, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the little teddy bear rolled out of the shattered ceramic shards of the doll, until it stopped in the shadow of the sword.

It's so naïve.

The girl thought.

Too naïve to know the sorrows of the world.

The anger of being manipulated, the loneliness of being abandoned.

The teddy bear's body was entangled in the keyholes of countless chains, and under the dirty fur was blood-colored cotton.

"I see."

She put down the sword, and the silent rain curtain was silent, and she screamed heartbreakingly.

"I'm sorry, I can't bring you to reality."

The huge body of the doll is gone, and with the power of the magic square of order, the "dream" has collapsed, leaving the person who wakes up from the dream, wandering in the chaos and drowsiness.

"How?"

As the footsteps approached, the stream lamp picked up the teddy bear, accompanied by the smoke cloud of Durandal beside him, turned around, and looked up.

"The battle situation, the danger, the luck, the encounter with you."

The magic square was closed in the palm of the dream classic, and the shrinking pupil sat on the ground and let out a long breath. The magic square is like a shadow of light in dreams, an inseparable pair.

"Thank you for your help," said Qiange, stepping out of the dry fountain pool, "It's the first time we've encountered such a situation, and we really don't know how to deal with it." ”

"Cope?"

"In our previous battles, no one else was seen."

He smiled and walked through the dim streets, watching the sunlight shine on the white neck of the lantern, admiring the scene of the fallen wizard's hat being re-fastened on the head of the lantern...

But I caught a glimpse of the sparkle in the corner of the girl's eyes.

The old man's hands have always been bad at the delicate work of young people, and when carrying things, the picture frame slips off from the clutter, and after an intimate kiss with the ground, his face is up, which catches the old man's gaze.

Teddy bear?

He brushed away the dust on the surface and saw that the bright geometry beneath the teddy bear's dirty face was the intention of the painter.

Abstract painting.

The fine dust seeps into the gaps of the frame, forming a graceful arc, casting a veil of mystery over the objects in the painting. The old man flipped over the back of it and remembered that it was from Lou'er's former home, in the room, behind the door. Since Luer's mother died, the family's belongings have returned to her as her "second guardian".

Along with other old objects, the old man leaned over and picked them up, the countless "memories".

These old things all carry the projection of a little girl's dreams and consciousness.

The housekeeper has always loved to listen to other people's stories, so Grandpa George became the "One Thousand and One Nights" in the housekeeper's heart.

Similarly, the figure of the housekeeper, in the eyes of the old grandfather, lives like the young "Brothers Grimm". [The actual meaning of this article is not to refer to each other.] 】

"Luel still likes such obscure things?"

"A child is always a child."

The butler put the painting back in the old drawer and took one last look at it.

The moment he closed the drawer, he felt that if he were the bear, even if he only played it for a minute, he would go crazy because of loneliness.

The sequence of the Magic Square writhes, and the surrounding dreams are "pinched flat" and "squeezed", shaping into bits and pieces of reality.

People stood in the rain curtain that suddenly fell, black umbrellas lined up, and the familiar sound of rain sounded.

The flowers on the side of the street slowly spread their waists, and the bewitching colors converged and painted with soft and warm colors.

The rain was light.

It's dawn.

I woke up from a dream.

Cold yogurt, cup, 200 ml, no more, no less, endless aftertaste.

Strawberries, plates, ranging from ten, in moderate quantities, sweet and sour.

"Also, delicious, fighting, hard."

The fork went straight into Qiange's eyes.

It was his plate, but it was ruthlessly violated by the girl's fork.

"Brother, generous, I like it the most."

At this time, several people are lying in the pool, and the steam unique to the hot spring is unique, and the tranquility is unique.

When the plan falls through, people always look for new alternatives, and as members of the Freemasons, they naturally choose the ideas and actions of Lolita and Memedon - go back to the hotel first.

Hot springs, which happen to be open.

..

Forgot to mention, there is no mixed bath.

As soon as Qiange's words fell, the stream lamp nodded in agreement.

..

Hitomi was leaning back to him, scared of her for a moment - she eventually broke the contract.

"Waiter, absent, coincidentally, stipulated, ignored."

In order to shrink the eyes, she also bowed deeply to him to apologize.

"Gaffes, individuality, privacy, forgiveness."

Hitomi covered her nose, trying not to stain the hot spring below her with other colors.

..

At the same time, the other side.

Dream Zone, the home of the subconscious.

Sunlight is a regular visitor here, but it doesn't go into the depths of the temple.

The Black Tower, the three districts of Tumeng, the temple of the school.

The school of imagery plasticity ranks second among the three branches of poetics, but it suffers the most severe test among the three branches.

The temple of the school slowly flipped over, with a humanoid mask and a huge halo, carrying the foundation of the temple, majestic and splendid.

The Kraken, an individual, a chant-level creation, is the first of the nine major spells [Living Dream]. [Siren, from Greek mythology]

She climbed up to the corner of the temple with ease, trying to get past the magic barrier in front of her, but was struck down by the huge arm that stood on top of the temple.

"It's close, find a way to push her down!"

Blood oozed from the corners of the speaker's mouth, and her ears were even more bloody, which was clearly her singing voice.

"It's a tricky thing," the other woman waved her sleeves as a large bell spun out of the ground behind her, and then slammed her palms into it, causing the Kraken to roar violently. "Fortunately, there weren't too many casualties, will the White Tower come to help?"

"We'll never do anything like that."

The Magic Quadrant behind him had already exceeded the upper limit of its Creation [Attributes] and began to collapse on its own.

"Got it!"

The Siren's body shook and wrapped around the giant Doric column, shattering the huge stone statue in a corner of the temple. The stones fell into the endless darkness beneath the temple, and they were reluctant to make an echo.

"The Magic Square is not good, it needs a stronger creation!"

A black Buddha came in response, striding with his arms wide open, and the four stone swords above the temple were held in the hands of the black Buddha in a straight line, causing the creation of the kraken to increase - a group of snake heads.

The two things fought each other, and the momentum was so great that the other creators were spread in front of the huge black stone tablet in the temple.

"You must hold on..."

The man turned back to gaze at the inscriptions on the stele, and the ring fluorescently unveiled the darkness above his thumb.

"Our Fear of the Heart."