"Oh~ You're just a guard, right? She looks really cute, but the power in her hands is a bit huge and cumbersome, and I really feel bitter about this amiable little girl. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The black dragon silently hung its head over the girl, her distorted cheeks in the huge iris. The eyelids went up and down, scraping the fine blood on the iris, and the cunning pupils expanded and contracted, turning from wide black giant pupils into slender blood-red threads.

"I'm sorry, but only employees are allowed in, so please stand aside."

"Then I'm sorry, I'm a little hard to determine. I'm neither a complete employee, nor the kind of person who sneaks around~ Maybe you think I'm a guy who is good at disguise. ”

The human face on the dragon's face was still asleep.

"A bad guy who is good at cheating on girls."

The vines on the edge of the human face swayed slightly, and the projection drawn out was like the swing of a pendulum.

"Tell me if someone's stuff is stolen, will he be angry? Or, like me, calmly without a ripple? ”

The two pairs of eyes were stretched apart, and as if something was pouring out of it, it bulged out violently, aiming at the center of the hexagonal building.

The location of the laboratory.

A huge key was pulled out from behind the girl, with a trace of blood, and a beautiful vertebrae, with several gorgeous ukiyo-e carvings.

"No matter who you are, [Shixin] is ours after all!"

The key plunged into the ground, and the girl stood upright, the wide upper part of the key just reaching the edge of her chin, the bright fluorescent light blocking the black dragon's vision, but at the same time raising his sense of smell several times.

The hexagonal technique encircles the space around the girl, like a cocoon, sewing the sides of the tower bridge together to form a cradle for the protection of dreams.

The black door closed suddenly, and it flicked its long tail into the air, and when its body turned around, the open flame between its teeth had already appeared in the girl's eyes.

The huge key crossed the girl's shoulders, and her arms were windy, and her strength was pure, and it went straight into the illusory keyhole in front of her, which was the corner of the mask, and the other face, but people like to call him "Noh Face". [Collective name for performance masks used in Noh]

The large lock in Noh's mouth was blue-gray, and the fangs on the side of his mouth clasped it between the upper and lower teeth, as if the key would spit it out when the key was inserted.

The straight line of fire slid out of the dragon's mouth, and with the pull of gravity, it hit the white cocoon directly, pulling out dozens of meters of white, floating in the air, trying its best to stitch the scorching tongue of fire, and the outer part slowly fell under the tower bridge.

"Guardian, I don't know who you are, but this way of dreaming is a bit far-fetched."

The human face pondered, and the words came out of his mouth, resounding for miles.

"The means that cannot achieve the end are all useless merits."

The girl's feet moved slightly, turned sideways, twisted the handle of the key, and sparks flew everywhere, causing her eyes to close slightly.

"Dream Slayers' dreams, have you really thought about whether they are reasonable?"

"I'm guarding this thing, not as my thoughts, but as my purpose. I've been achieving and looking forward to it. ”

The key was slowly pulled out through her arm, and it was surprising that it was already covered with blood and soaked into the vanity of the ground. In the wave, the blood spilled on the ground, blooming with a bewitching flower of the year.

The face opens its huge mouth, swallows the giant lock, closes its teeth, and the fangs are exposed, and the melancholy color of the whole face is even more mysterious, with red and white eyebrows and lips, a collapsed nose bridge, and bulging cheekbones.

Take off a little of the key on your thigh, hold one in your mouth, hold one in your hand, and the one on your chest is the most eye-catching.

It was familiar black and white.

I can't remember when, because of what the black and white [symphony] hung on my chest. Originally, when he was in the White Tower, he didn't have anything on his chest, and at that time, he was only in charge of collecting data. Maybe it's because they have collected too much, too much, and they, the people in the Black Tower, are hanging this "insurance" here.

Worried people, endless treasures!

The silhouette of Noh's face appeared high in the air, stretched out on the black dragon's back, and the moment the fangs passed through the dragon's tail, it let out a cry that tore through the air.

If the Spirit of Time retrieves his heart, I will be devastated.

In fact, the consciousness of "self" is no longer the "self" that originally belonged to oneself, and praying to others that oneself is a "patchwork consciousness" is not a story that every boy and girl who loves fantasy likes to do.

At least the people I've met only fantasize about what they like, and those strange dreams, they never set foot in.

The dragon's body under the fangs trembled violently, the blood soared, dyeing the lips of the dragon face crimson, and another huge energy face flashed in front of the dragon's body in the form of a ghost, and the big mouth also closed one by one, tearing the dragon's head straight down, throwing it into the void on the left side of the tower bridge, and the snow-white vertebrae in the dragon's body were lined with fierce eyes, floating desolate. The human face commanded the mutilated body, and struggled out, and the bodies near the human face were bitten off by the giant mouth of Noh Face, leaving weak wings fluttering on the sides of the tailless body.

This kind of creation is actually just a small trick to change space, and there is no need to panic so much.

The face is surprisingly calm.

The huge wings hung limply in the air, and the suspended dragon body swelled before the two sides, and the human face gradually collapsed, then tightened, and the face was bitter.

The head of the other dragon first protruded from the open mouth of the human face, stained with crystal saliva.

Reinvent yourself!

Yours is it!

However, the cocoon is almost complete, and the body of the "butterfly" is almost finished.

"Why is there only one person, Mrs. is so pitiful!"

The seammy bird looked disdainful, but the tears on her face were still flowing, and many tears lay in the corners of her mouth, and it could be seen that her emotions were complicated.

It's a shame that you can express a feeling before you can do something else!

"I'm talking about you! Can you please stop looking at me like that, now that the security doors are blocked, we can't fly and there is no one to support us, and in such a strange place to collect experimental data, is there any communication facilities, plus the kind of monster in the test tube. ”

"I think it's the most terrifying thing that the creators here are limited in their ability to create."

"Why are you telling it! Why! Is it because I don't have enough bile to bully me or because of the lack of brain volume? Now there is only one person to support us, and it is still a girl! ”

"We're dead."

"I've lived so long and I haven't even succeeded in a relationship, and I'm an old virgin crying in front of a little girl,"

She was finally willing to reach out and wipe her tears.

"I was still held by someone else, and I didn't even have a chance to go to the marquee, what should I do!"

"Just watch, she should be able to fix it anyway."

"Shi Ling?"

Seamesocher restrained her expression so that the other's eyes would not take her eyes off her face again. Such an attitude is unbearable!

The white dragon body sprang out like a snake, the dragon's whiskers swayed, the horns rose, and the four legs soared into the air, giving birth to the auspicious clouds of flames rolling, intertwining the deep echoes of thunder and lightning, highlighting the momentum and majesty of all the oriental dragon species.

The dragon's whiskers touched the surface of the cocoon, drawing an arc of fire, shaking the sky, striking the death knell of time, tearing the cocoon through a huge rift and eagerly burrowing into it.

The key in his hand is inserted into the keyhole, which is located on his left arm, in the center of the small cartouche tattoo.

Once you have broken through the cocoon, you have to get serious!

The girl froze and turned it violently. The pinching of her index finger and thumb made her moan softly, and she didn't even have time to look at the moment when those violent techniques grew on her arm, and then she focused her eyes on the white dragon's body.

The density of the cocoons is still not enough!

The key in her mouth was inserted into her right arm, and the moment she writhed, the blue technique devoured half of her consciousness, causing her to fall to her knees in shock, leaving only the instinct of hearing, and the sweetness and saltiness of the blood in her mouth.

The cocoon was entangled, embracing the white dragon, even though it was surrounded by anger and thunder.

"I exist here to collect data, to indirectly protect the balance and strife of the dream world."

The technique broke through time and space, opening her eyes, crimson blood all over her neck, greedily absorbing consciousness and piercing the last subconscious defense line of her brain.

"The moment the mission is completed, the dream continues."

The white dragon twisted and broke free in a violent way, roaring.

"In the end, everyone's dreams are the best portrayal of selfishness."

The last sound was the pop of falling to the ground.

It is the kiss of the knee and the earth.

It is the stagnation and rebirth of the heart.

Pupils, relaxed.

The hexagonal building suddenly contracted itself, and the tiles on the top were as agile as swifts, flying and shuttling, and then the outer wall burst open, and the girl's body was lifted by the air waves coming from dozens of meters away, and then landed near the tower bridge, and her body rolled a few times with her legs, her arms twisted unnaturally on her head, and the upper technique had been cooled, and the key also slipped into the dust in the tumble.

The dragon's head hung low, and a key was still stuck in the ground.

Black and white, carved with the handle of a black and white cross.

Comes to life, a straight loop to the lab, a cross!

"Damn it!"

The man's face was long above the dragon's head, at the skull between the horns, and his face was hideous.

"Take her down!"

The loud dragon roared and shook for miles, and the cocoon continued to peel off its body.

It watched as a huge wing stretched out of the ground, stretched above the lab, wide and unspeakable. Thin keels and inscriptions are intertwined in the center of the scales, and the edges of the wings are covered with neat white feathers, but each white feather is several meters long. With an unknown force, it waved slightly, and the dust raised obscured the skylight, suppressing the white dragon's heart like a cloud.

The falling tiles and foundation structures are the splendor of the creation born of tears.

The giant wings on the other side also stretched out, fanning the monstrous wind, blowing the wind chimes of time, pulling up the hexagonal building and the laboratory located in it, the moment the foundation cracked, a tail flicked up and down, due to its large size, it looked like a gray-white cloud beneath the building, it was churning, more precisely boiling!

"The lab is flying!"

The white dragon and the human face spoke in unison.

"A butterfly!"

The seammy and the girl sat down in the shaky hallway, staring at the lonely stone statue on the spire of the Tower Bridge that was fading away from the hallway, and screamed.

"There are still people!"

The command of the human face is above all else, and taking back your heart is the ultimate goal!

"The means that fail to achieve the end are useless merit!"

The dragon's mouth repeated, rising high in the sky, with the flickering light of the sky, rolling up the red-hot auspicious clouds, burrowing into the sky, chasing the shadow of the butterfly.

The girl who fell to the ground faced the sky, her blood-stained hair dancing in the wind, her pupils following the unnatural contraction of her arms, slowly supporting the corner of her torso.

Am I derelict in my duties?

Staring blankly at the key on the ground, thinking idly.

What is wrong with the heart calling the spirit of the time and I calling myself?

The brain is cranky, the neurons are responsible, the dreams are balanced.

Am I responsible?

Not being able to leave the dream means that there is still a long way to go before the end.

The black and white key ejected out and fell into the girl's palm, slightly hot and cool.

It seems that compared to himself, Dream is no worse than anyone else in this regard.

Since you can't end it, let's keep dreaming, right?

A picture of a sailboat flashed through my mind.

A fairy tale from The Pirate Bay.

One of my favorite fairy tales, butterflies are also my favorite.

Pirates will not give up their ships, they will not give up the treasures they have found, just like the big black flag, since it is raised, there is no need for any hesitation.

I am self-conscious as a database.

The tower bridge was retracted, the huge sails rose on the horizon, the naval guns on the wide deck were impressive, the black pirate flag was windless and automatic, the approaching mast pulled her up from the ground, her legs were full of strength, and she slowly climbed the hanging ladder with the girl.

The Story of The Pirate Bay.

That is, to set sail.