The Black King walked alone on the street, looking up at the sky, full of twilight, ice, the smell of Tibetan meatloaf, or the tenacity of a plateau sheep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Tsk, how much brute strength is there, White Tower, Black Tower~" A little angry, slowly approaching the Valkyrie Square, breathing in the air, the lights of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion are a little dim, life is still boiling, boiling the entire upper realm hot, as if from the highest pavilion, some smoke can float out.

Fill your eyes.

How has my eyesight deteriorated since the last battle....... Her **** lips, which were originally uneven on the top, were washed off in the hot spring, and she was washed with new skin. Like the garments of Prometheus who stole fire—his own skin, and at the same time food. Someone sewed beautiful crosshairs on their lips, interlaced into the subcutaneous tissue, and tied a little knot there, and behold, how happy people were, and never worried about laughing out loud when they saw a teddy bear being mutilated.

[What are you crying about, discarded things are preaching, the people of the Hall of Artifacts are still waiting for your return, is this what it looks like?] 】

[What to cry about, the wound of creation, the time has proved the power of justice, the white king will repent to himself, not to mention her dreams, no one likes her. 】

The self-propelled boat walked around, the head of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion was boxy, and Field was wrapped in a blanket, afraid that others in the aisle of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion would stare at him. So, under the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the cabin, the high-powered telescopes were finely assembled, carved with cream flowers from the frame, the tube, the base, the time-lapse hand, the filter layer, and the bread on one side.

"At night, you have to close the buds. It will bloom during the day. Tul~Tuk~"

Duaf~

"The cream tastes so sweet, but the bakers rarely use her, widow!"

The croissant would say such a thing, and she snatched her feet, lifted it, and threw it onto the pot.

There was sesame paste boiling in the pot, mung bean and red bean soup, separated by a silver plate in the middle, steam freed up, bread screamed, and Field remembered what the yeast was most afraid of.

"Toot! He won't fall in love with you! You've read too many fairy tales, too many la-to-do! ”

The girl unexpectedly stagnated, staying where she was, and the cream flowers on the mirror base opened early and made a sound.

Tut-la-to-toe~

"You have any part of me...... Will? ”

Worried about asking, the best option is to look away.

"Dula~ You like him, you confirm that he likes you, and you confirm that she likes it too........ He? Toot! Does Miss Field like, like secrets, or "him"? He had three hearts, and a triangle, plus one of the white cross..."

"Say no more!"

“..... Converge into the primordial dream world. ”

The girl's neck and body were forty-five degrees, and her hair was buried in her cheeks, barely allowing her mouth to leak. The croissant wrung out his feet and exclaimed that the sesame paste was really good.

Speechless!

In the end, he couldn't convince even a small part of his will, and it seemed that the girl named Field had fallen in love too deeply.

Immediately, go to the distance for comfort, yes, to the telescope!

Jet black inside the lens barrel......

It's not the darkness of the night sky......

There's something in it, poof, a giant star?

"It's me."

The black king sat on the frame, and his shorts were removed from under his short skirt, unexpectedly snow-white. His hair was dyed grayish-white, with a few strands of black in it, and Field was a bit silly and wouldn't improvise, squatting on the ground with his ass, rubbing his hands on the ground, and whimpering in his mouth.

Tut-la-to-toe~

The two stepped back at the same time, the Black King was flattered and stepped over the frame, and for a moment, Field was jealous of her slender, powerful, and dangerous waist, and wanted to capture herself. The Black King's five fingers were mostly covered by gloves, revealing three fingers, and he slowly stroked his frame and pedestal, plucking a cream flower.

She herself had no intention of offending, but she was surprised and throbbed by the appearance of the Black King, and for a while, lost interest in the night sky.

"It is said that... You're in the deliberation room, like that..."

"I've changed. I knew I wasn't going to win the game, so I judged myself afterwards and took my defeat for granted, just a woman. ”

The distance between her and her decreased, and the Black King pulled up the blanket and turned his head away, as expected, Field whispered.

"I don't... Don't treat you like a man! ”

“...... Be? ”

The other party was thrust in and I leaned aside, added firewood to the stove, and jumped on the table with a croissant, squinting at the mirror seat, proofreading. "All along, the owner has a great interest in the night sky, and in the same way, the quadrant and the telescope are always good friends, without quarreling or resting. Since the construction of the self-propelled boat, the owner has not been interested in other seafaring techniques, but has been loyal to me. ”

The cabin was bustling under the hardwood floor, and the Black King heard Fieldray's breathing and hammer sound.

She also loved to mark the north and south poles, latitude and longitude lines, lovely squares on the maps of her dreams, and occasionally draw maps of towns, over and over again, and no town expanded faster than her lines and names. Lo and behold, this is the "Pink Parrot Town", it is the "Blue-Green Emerald City", and the Extreme Abyss Pavilion is the "Boiler House". I don't know why, the little master loves to tamper with these names, and there are more! This self-propelled boat is called the Flying Stockings! ”

After the croissant was introduced, applause was heard.

It's the Black King.

I don't know when, sit down, raise your shoulders, look in, and listen to the sound of the croissant. Because it is a creation of Field, perhaps, it is dyed with a girl's unique mid-bass, thick, cotton and linen like branching, snap! She saw that the little head of the croissant contained countless legends, and that she could not express her feelings about the time that she had worked so hard to create.

"This is the highest state of creation!"

Obviously it was a girl, but Field heard a man's loud voice, proclaiming, vow. Seeing something coming out of the eyes on the other side, Field leaned against the wall, pasted it, and spread it into a pot of mud. The Black King came to him, took her hands, clenched them, held them in, and held them until Field's little face swelled, and his eyes were full of panic.

"You're a baker! I can make delicious bread for you too, trust me, Field! ”

“........ Be? ”

"I love your croissant, it's the one I've ever seen.... The most wonderful creation! I don't know what self-referentiality is, but I can feel that kind of magical command, maybe it's what I'm looking for........ One last thing...... Stuff! ”

"Then I... What should I call you? Still is... Black King? ”

"Whatever you like!"

"Then ..... Point rate folding? ”

The croissant saw the full twenty-one constellations, in the distant sky, glued. The original form of the constellations did not have a shape composed of lines, but a random distribution point map. "One day, the little master realized that the stars were too lonely, so why not make some connections? The stars may also have genders, and they, they, are looking for someone to help them look at them. Since such a person has not yet appeared, then I will be the first one. ”

Suddenly, one of the stars moved, and the croissant looked at it, and it turned out to be the figure of a firefly.

There are fireflies in this weather, so there must be a heavy rain.

The heavy rain in the dream world, the heavy rain in the upper realm, is coming.

And among those constellations, there is indeed one missing, the brightest, the most ghostly star.

That's where the fireflies left.

And, no one noticed.