【Action Direction, Lolita】

[Poetic Guidance, White Cross]

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Black and white each stood on an inclined plane, and the sound of footsteps reflected through the dense material gradually became a touch of greenness on the vast plain—the sound of striking steel and iron. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The white cross frowned, and the black in the center of the field of vision began to blur. She had very little strength left, and with the Six Sticks Combat Technique, she had output eighty percent of her consciousness energy, and there was still a surplus of all the creation energy.

Created.

The reason why the purest energy is chosen to strike is nothing more than the strength of the opponent and the panic of oneself.

***

[Color scheme, miniature pupil]

[Effect Synthesis, Field]

The Black King shrugged, the burden was gone, and there was nothing to look forward to. It's better to think about the next step, so, so, and that.

The shell of [Hundred Faces] began to corrode, and the white flower bones, white flower cheeks, white flower bandages, and the mist that meandered straight up were still white flowers. How to spend the last bottle of the active agent?

The six arms lowered themselves, their skin dragging in the dirt and air, flew like a banner through the center of the Black King's sideways gaze, deviated from the side of the light and dark spine, and lay down in the dark mud, and the sound was extinguished.

What about the sword?

It has long been flying 100 meters away, due to inertia, gravity, wind speed, angle, and toughness. The faces froze, laughing, crying, and on the sword they told stories about the memories of the Black King, full of narrative death.

[Simulated Ideographic Shooting, Shape Birds]

【Simulated Dynamic Shooting, Poetry Brain】

The transaction is complete.

The reason why he chose the most brutal injection method is nothing more than the dignity of the other party and himself as the black king.

Through the "Distant Mountain", the [Extremely Colorful] low-hanging crown and tapered visor, the whole body was detached from the original armor, and the same steam swirled around the white flowers, smacking. Slammed into the ground, plunged into the air, pulled out his might in style, crossed his arms, and exposed his skeleton.

Oblique.

A spear is carved and shiny.

Inverted.

On the helmet stood a small figure, and the soles of the feet were broken off from the neck.

Ahh

This sword must also weigh several tons, right? It is also a superior thing, capable of making such a thing. The blade was so sharp that even the air complained about its skin. The legs are faintly visible in the skirt fluttering, small feet and legs, small waist and small hands, singing and singing.

What to sing?

Singing turrets on crooked towers, broken ship sections, white walking in the center of the palm of the black greatsword, vine-wrapped morning glory glistening, lingering warmth.

Singing a giant cannon tearing out the muzzle of a solidified projectile scarlet radiation sign, white across the suspended gravel track loading the head of the car, hexagonal barbs emitting the most delicate accompaniment of structural mechanics.

It was really hard, and after the eighth rotation, the sequelae of the overdose of the active agent began to appear. [Hundred faces] will also be proud, [discarded publicity], you are a brave man, a different butcher. Scarring overflow on the back, pinholes, pinholes, venous arteries, wheezing and wheezing.

Slaughter what?

Hand.

The hand of [Extreme Color] separated from the body in the fifth magic square rotation, the orbit arced, the acceleration was extremely high, the color was scarlet, the temperature was hot, and it fell 59 meters away.

The wings of [Extreme Color] broke away from the body in six rotations and fell straight down, the acceleration was slow, the gravitational potential energy was extremely high, but the mass was very light, there was no sign of temperature, and it was still burning today.

The helmet of the [extremely colorful] was cut off by the white cross himself, and the "branding" was done for dignity, but unfortunately I was not involved in it, the loss of pleasure, the creation of the Tang Dynasty, the defense and counterattack, and the highest expression of reflection - self-consciousness as thought.

Walk through these.

White and black.

There were only two left.

The magic square shuts down and the sun falls.

***

"Draw."

Shi Nao stretched out his arm, touching the countless tiny monitoring stations on the surface of the kite, constantly opening and closing the switches in the circuit board.

"How do you spell it? Science and theology, materialism and idealism, how to translate? ”

The small face was raised, and the thigh bone under the black cross skirt was visualized, and the slender technique shone in the darkness.

"Let's go."

Nor does it matter, Blacktower is able to know what is going on and is the most important thing.

"It's not easy to be king." The small face is full of color. "Waiting hates waiting."

10,000 fingers tap the mimic switch.

Xiaozui finally smiled.

***

"Confirmed. Data from Kite One. ”

The large schooner holds its head high, and the auxiliary sail surface of the bottom of the ship is open and twisted over the bow.

"It's really an accident with the sun, it's been three minutes since it went out."

The word "Tiannian" on the hull of the ship walked out of the dark shadow.

The moon hangs, and the black spears that fly out of the fleet of black towers and stick them into the sky above the white tower.

The bird closed its eyes and listened to the report of its subordinates.

Man, goatee, tall and thin, with a tattoo on his left arm, a living creature levitating on the back of his head, and rings on each of his five fingers, of varying sizes.

The subordinates were covered in their own black and white robes, and the heel-length cape behind them was three-layered and of various colors.

He was facing away from the shapebird.

That's a symbol.

There is no finished cross.

There are no finished symbols.

There is no oil painting of the owner.

On the red and black cross, the lower one is hidden in the center of the gear, and the blue glows.

It's a key.

"It's an honor to go to the White Tower with adults."

It was only when the database stood beside him that the man realized that he was too focused.

"This accident was unique. If you can, you can walk into your dreams. ”

"To be specific?"

"Blueprint, close to complete."

[Tiannian] sounded the whistle and roared into the sky. The humidity increased, and the foredeck rattled.

"The sun is the most peculiar of the creatures of consciousness, and the Book of Creation, which is rumored to have been written by the writer, is preserved in the sun in a unique form, or within it. His intentions are the same as yours, that certain things constitute us, and that we, as other writers, are passed down from generation to generation. ”

"It's hard to imagine what kind of person the writer is."

"I'm afraid, a God who is above the Creator."

Holding up a long fleet of ships, as bright as the stars, the flowing Milky Way.

"But it's pretty unreliable." The database reluctantly reached out, indicating that he was extremely inconsistent with the large hip-hop fabric. "Does the writer believe what we say? Our thinking is different from what was originally written, which means that the record will be filled with personal emotion. ”

"I've considered your concerns. Records are another form, and while it is not known how the writer deduced that we would continue to record everything in the dream world, it is believed that the history of the dream world is difficult to alter. ”

"Did I tell you about a girl, Lu'er?"

"I remember."

"She's one of the few [high-purity believers]."

"Do you think I'm supposed to be surprised?"

The girl pulls her hat down, and the man sees the red headband looming over the bangs. [Tiannian] accelerated again, and the propulsion device and the sail cut through the clouds and mist, and there was a rampant bullet. The girl held on to the railing, and the oncoming clouds made her turn her back.

Her cloak was clean.

There is only a blue key.

On the hat is a blood-colored cross.

"Loren has been confirmed dead. I think you should know that, too. It's rude. ”

The man came back to his senses, the back of his head was awakened, and his eyelids opened.

"I see it."

Bear-red blood hung all over the surface of the giant eye, as well as his atrium.

***

Grandpa Raven.

Three points of sentimentality.

Grandpa Raven.

Nine o'clock melancholy.

There are fairy tales in the bookstore, ah, fairy tales, yes, fairy tales.

There are tombstones painted in the book, yah, men, yah, women.

On the stele?

Pendulum.

Raven said.

Clockwise.

Raven said.

Seconds hand.

The girl said.

The crow dances in red, wears a hat and takes a necklace.

The girl lit candles, collected swords, and put on armor.

On the stele?

There are girls.

There are crows.