"Please, Black King, please step forward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Faltering. The girl in the white veil walked out of the cage, and the people behind her held up the ever-bright lamp, the beige [Almighty Eye] on the lamp opened and closed, and George gently stroked the lamp wall of the ever-bright lamp.

It's so warm.

He watched the girl with gray hair for a few seconds, polished her with the lamp, admired her with his peripheral vision, and with the gestures in the taste, the seam-eyed bird was fascinated.

"Black King, when you are close to the gods, you still refuse to speak?"

He couldn't bear to see the festering flesh lying where it shouldn't be.

But the heart was ecstatic.

Bordering on madness.

In my consciousness, it seems that a certain woman has similar marks on her inner thighs, the smell of gongbi paintings. He tugged at his thoughts, trying to see how far the man's chin was, white or dark.

Vague, forcing yourself to see a smile. Black, Gothic skirt, cross.

The keyword method has not been used for a long time.

"It's the Black Cross."

Anger is blocked in my heart.

The girl replied with her mouth open, closing in twitching.

The seammy stepped forward and pulled George away,

She also hated this kind of bad smile, as if she was watching her fiancé get closer to other women, exposing what she had on her body, what she had.

"Kill you, kill you! You'll have the last laugh! That's right, so be it! Keep your last dignity as your "self"! Oh, still laughing, Seameye Bird, have pity on me as an old man, don't you? ”

"Sir, you must be calm."

She was crushed under George's body, and she scrambled to her feet, afraid to glance at her surroundings. My heart was hot, and I hid aside.

George also seems to be affected, however, it is his choice, and it is not his obligation to personally escort such a felon.

But is that really good?

But he understands his own approach.

The heart burst through the chest and seemed to roll outward, plopping out of the veins and blooming.

"Endorphins aren't very stable, that's what you want to say." The old man complained, threw off his arm and crossed the black king and white yarn, put his face on it, and smiled.

"Lying is addictive, but I don't recommend you quit."

"Well, thank you."

Spit out a word, three points of red, more than his body, and numb righteousness.

After the Black King became a girl.

The Extreme Abyss Pavilion has three hundred days on it and three hundred days on it.

The Nether, the Upper, at a glance.

Whether the Abyss Pavilion is a creation or not is an interesting philosophical question. Because it was built to avoid the most pressing answer of all: whether it belonged to the upper realm or to the lower realm. Since the techniques used by the builders cannot be classified and are kept under secret protection, the building falls under the category of "free men". And what is the definition of this building, there is no precise statement.

However, the guests of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion rarely return home. So there is such a legend: there is no builder in the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, and there is no such thing as a creation. The guest is the expression of its will as a concrete building. One day, the dream world becomes nothingness, and it disappears.

The inappropriate formulation of the principle of individuation, unexpectedly likable. [The individual person exists as the molecular structure of the [imaginary part] of the will]

The group had the Black Tower logo on their backs.

Pedestrians, sideways eyes maximized.

300 days, in terms of time, the first floor is a day's time, guests passing through different floors, will be like the past back, and the future will always be blurred. On the walkway of each floor, several wall clocks are set up to indicate the time that has passed.

One day in heaven and one year on earth.

"The so-called, the legendary, the written." The little sea god pouted and bit the words. "That's all it takes, right?" She's the center of attention, she loves bows, and she likes to make fish-shaped droplets, wandering behind and in front of her.

The shape bird approached the red lacquered table at the front desk, pressed the key, and the woman in the kimono untied the hairpin and put on a sword.

Also red scabbard.

He noticed the reflection of lines of Sanskrit.

The red and white shrine maiden came out from behind the screen, with Zhu Danmo in her mouth, and her fingers walked over the chest of the shaped bird.

One more lap.

"Ouroboros?"

"Recently replaced. Please also pay attention to it, take care of it, and be careful. ”

After Fengya folded back, his arms were held at the waist, and the group entered the long corridor formed by the shrine and the torii gate before and after entering the Luohan Gate. The seammy arrived here and was exceptionally peaceful. The torii half-squatting peacock with multi-colored feathers, falling sound, swinging shadow.

Moonlight.

I don't know why I remembered Kishiri. Ah, it's nerve-wracking, I'm not an abusive thing... It's too much, and if you fool yourself like this, no, it's the meaning of blame. These things have happened in the dream world, where is he now, well, I want to know, it is too hard to endure such a thing.

Seeing George's tall figure, Seameye could not imagine the cold side of him as a man with Dionysus' views. Such as the rarity of holding the secret rites of Elius. [Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient Greek mythology. The palms of her hands were hot, and she rubbed them, and when she touched the cold pupils of the little sea god, she was "frozen" all of a sudden.

"Are you worried?"

"Something like that, even if it's it."

"That, Miss Qian. It was still there just now. ”

The two looked back.

"I probably didn't want to participate."

"It is said that she is an Oriental in reality."

"Very... Odd? ”

"No, in that case, I still like the dream world. That's right, "They stayed away from the shaped-birds." "Black King, that girl, has you been to the real world?"

"This, ahhh According to previous accounts, he spent a period of time in a hospital for mental illness. You care about this..."

"Her interrogation won't... Relaxed... That kind of experience, more or less, will be... It's not fair. ”

The cold pupils were hot again by the moonlight.

"In that case, do you still like dreams?"

She couldn't answer, she put away her fingers, her little fist shaking.

"Of course, I like it. Otherwise... I had to create another option. ”

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Before they knew it, months had passed, and the group had been given the key outside of time to open the rest of the torii, and it was not until the huge hall at the end that the shaped bird remembered the pain of the past.

【Living Grave】The former womb, the tomb of creation.

The Black King bowed his head and was silent, only hearing tears in his voice, and when he whispered, his mood was turbulent.

I'm leaving this world.

There is no such thing as "goodbye".

Losing his judgment, the Black King's body went limp, and he succumbed in front of the huge plaque.

[Hall of Collapse].

She was overwhelmed, and the girl under the muscle spasm remembered her time as a woman.

Next to a station of memory, the broken puppet beckoned to her, hoping that the black mouth under the puppet's snow-white face would shake again.

The sun rests and the horizon is the best nest.

The blood of the Black King tumbled up from his stomach, hitting the mucosa of the upper frontal bone, constricting, paralyzing, and screaming.

"Quiet her down."

The shadow extending from under the plaque echoed, the cry so sharp that the shape-shaped bird didn't seem to notice.

The shadow flowed out of his palms, and softly pinched the soul voice under the body, "Quiet, quiet, get out of there, you are here." "The Shaped Bird can't help but retreat, and the Shadow gets the direct privilege of touching the soul, which is an anomaly.

"You're trying to interrogate lives?"

"She's a sinner."

Through the moonlight, the black king took another step forward.

"Now, she's a child. Children can't speak, and they don't know the truth is varied. Besides, she is incorrigibly addicted to lying. ”

According to the law, such an interrogation is a "form of being" that must be conducted. If it is violated, then there will be no "law" in the dream world, and there will be no permanent contemplation. The time of living organisms needs to be redefined, but until then, the trial must be fair. ”

"Depends on all the laws we've documented so far?"

The shadow was embarrassed, but still had no idea of lifting the black robe.

"Then create a law, or the sinner will not find a home."

"Unfortunately, the Codex is not something I can touch."

"The Theory of the Horror of the Heart?"

"Exactly. But I prefer to call it The Principle of Individuation. ”

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The body of the spear swayed brightly, swaying all over the cheeks of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion.

"How many people are needed."

"According to the last Codex, in addition to the necessary objects, there is also the presence of the highest being of the dream realm."

Seven locks is a cappella and symphony organized by girls.

"White Cross?"

"The White King."

The chaotic white villain stared at the panicked God.

People called.

People let.

People are silent.

People are crazy.

"She, as if she knew, was on her way there."

The libertarian factions of the mixed crowd swarmed up, the shadows of kimonos among them, blood-red hairpins piercing into the ground, dancing the curves of Buddhist beads on the ground to the center of the quiet lobby.

The flesh was still falling, crackling.

"You are the master of the Temple of Collapsed Time?"

She weighed the weight of the rebel's body, tossed her fangs open and closed behind her, and chewed herself with a real swallowing technique.

The metaphorical meaning is diverse, and the same position is like the cause of pain and burning.

What is the smell that needs to be ordered medically.

"Master? Don't dare to be, since I know her name, still a child. ”

Admire and caress your chest, playfully bow your head and cross your waist.

"Did you know that I was like this child in her presence?"

She changed her clothes in public, wandering in the sweep of the eyes of men and women, looking down at the armor on her chest, and twisting a handful of blood on the placket.

Crash.

Crash.

Crash.