Should I, probably, release the only history?

The Black King's voice was fragrant, and Lu'er followed behind Hitomi and yawned. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lolita walked in the forefront, four people, heading towards the Abyss Pavilion.

Why go back, the Black King recalled. The original appearance of the shrinking pupil has continued to the present, and the person seems to have not changed, foolish, righteous, calm, indifferent, and will not express anything about love, even worse than reason itself. Hitomi Shaki, you don't know that during this time, I've been weaving a garment and putting it in the depths of the Hall of Artifacts, guarded by my favorite monster, but I don't want it to be stolen either, it's not anyone's creation.

"You knit it?"

Everyone comes from the present world, and the composition of the dream world itself can no longer be traced back to the source. I don't know, apart from the black and white crosses who are not from "over there" politicians, who are wandering kings. I'm trying to be a qualified king, I've heard your love words, I'm afraid to get you, is there a possibility that your hometown is located between the two worlds? By the way, that dress is a biological gift for you, I arbitrarily set your birthday at four o'clock in the morning, the December of the dream year, any day, you can do it.

"I don't remember exactly, I really want to know, at the moment, I can clearly remember how much time I spent with the White Cross ......."

Her shrunken arm moved, stroking the boy's side of the face.

The sun healed her scorched.

The boy warmly boiled over her.

She was watched, and on both sides of the jungle path, Lolita ran to pick bunches of freshly blooming wildflowers.

The purple faded in the red, and gradually disappeared into the snow-white, and the flowers saw the sun, and bloomed more fiery, and even caught fire, and Lolita pinched the stem, and the flowers were very tall, and the flames were small, and the stamens were higher than the petals, and butterflies were formed, and their wings were violently stirred.

"Poof..... Poof....... Poof......"

Field stood in front of him, his mouth furious, and his head had a wreath of multicolored flowers. Behind him, leaning on the self-propelled boat, unexpectedly, heated by a fire, the towering tan airbag formed a shadow on the ground. She walked in the shadows, and her shadows were exceptionally bright.

"Poof? Oh! Are you what they call the "Black King"? It's really rare, it's rare to be tortured like this, and it's rare to heal and be tortured like that. ”

"It doesn't look like a human being."

With that, the two worked together to hide the Black King in the self-propelled cabin, Lolita sat opposite the Black King, and Lu'er sat paralyzed, very sleepy.

"That..... Miss Luo...... I'm sorry, your father. "Field, who is wearing a long black dress, has a black silk scarf tied around his neck, and his cheeks are even more beige, with a hint of hidden love." When they left the Temple of Collapsed Time, they ..... I don't know if I should mention it, but it will be even more uncomfortable to turn a blind eye..."

"Are you strange about my reaction? I hated the Black King, and she sat across from me, and now that the dream world had sunshine, it would have been easy to kill her, but I didn't do it, I just followed you to take her out of the Council. The Black Cross is here, and the Black Cross knows why we took her, and the person who judges her must be the one who suffers because of it, the daughter who has lost her home, to be able to bear it. I am not saddened or angry by this, I see you coming, and I see you, Miss Field. For people who are already homeless, I don't think it's worth it for you to feel sorry for this. The father is gone, that's a fact. ”

"Miss Luo, I don't just care about your reaction." She still looked at the clouds rolling in front of her, and the rudder seemed to stand still for a long time.

"With all due respect, I don't understand, I don't understand, what kind of emotion is it for a person to suddenly lose his home, inadvertently, lose, fly away, disappear, you can't see it, there is no goodbye, and suddenly be lonely."

"No, that's not emotion. You just live in a world where there are no relatives, and the blood you shed is not much different from others, and if you remember what he looks like, then you are happy, a state of being. My father is gone, but my mother is left. You say, which side should I choose so that my father can be comforted? ”

She sat near Field, and when she said these words, looking at the pair of bells around her waist, and her hair was messy, the girl could not answer, as expected.

"Promise me, Field, to take care of the people you like, it's more important for what we've lost. If, in the future, I become a creator, and you have your own bread city, please create me a piece of bread, which is the size," closed his mouth and opened his palm, like a metal, round, shiny, the boy touched his ring finger and felt the ring cold.

"Put it on his hand and cherish him. People either never dream or dream interestingly. One must also learn to be sober, either never sober or sober to be funny. ”

She smiled unexpectedly, and in Field's eyes there was a clear moonlight, and suddenly, from this moonlight, a round of bright sun, crackling, silent.

The self-propelled boat was up, surrounded by a warm breeze, no height, Field stood in front of the cabin, holding the rudder, nervous, the wind vane rotated on the outer wall of the self-propelled boat, and for a moment in the afterimage, a gray ring was pinched.

"Anyway...... This kid is really amazing, how did she create time? ”

"It may be that you have said something that should not be said in your destiny, or you may simply give an extraordinary order. For example, to become something else, an object that is not controlled or beyond the scope of language description, points to a higher state of being, rather than the pointing proposition we normally use. Human beings use words to manipulate all things, and the prerequisite for the creation of words is to be able to see, understand, form preconceived concepts, reach consensus in society, and then produce evidence of these existences. If not, it is incomprehensible how she commanded time to create herself. She's definitely seen some...... Something extraordinary, so much so that you can go back to the forefront of your desires. ”

"Movable type printing, Gutenberg galaxy, regular script, Gothic high straight style..." Gödel's incomplete theorem, Ise Jingu, blank, self-conceived thinking..."

The self-propelled boat was upside down, bathed in the warm breeze and at height, and Field was in front of the cabin, holding the rudder.

"Self-referential...... Sayings. ”

The Black King fell asleep, and Lolita pondered, quietly spitting out five words.

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"That's impossible."

The White King was so angry that he leaned over and thrust himself into the throne, leaving only his white hair flowing outward. No, change your position, lie in the arms of the throne, pick up the rag doll, clamp it with your legs, and change the tone of the sigh.

Still won't work.

She curled up and curled in, very hard, as if she had been greatly wronged, and admitted herself inexplicably. Through the bending of her body, her sadness is expressed.

"Absolutely...... No way. ”

What kind of creator is she, why can't I say such a proposition, I am a king, she is nothing, what is she, a logical bastard? It's disgusting, it's not working according to the laws of this world at all.

She began to think about that bizarre thought experiment: a man who was locked in a colorless room to read through the entire knowledge of color theory, but for him who had no experience with color, could he understand the concept of color?

"You can't think when you take it, and it's a foregone conclusion when you remove its hypothalamus."

The brain, the skin bag containing the neurons, is ugly, smooth, wrinkled, and the intestine is warm.

Everything, obey the laws of physics, please the ugly soul woven by electrical signals.

Shi Nao nodded, and then, shook his head quickly, not the same moonlight, the white king was lost in the Holy Hall.

Someone is going to rebel.

"Ah, it's annoying, it's from the superego again? ”

"From here, Dream Realm."

The poetic brain is worthy of being a poetic brain, talking nonsense in front of me.

"It's true."

I couldn't help but be nervous, my body was tired, but I didn't move, and I slept under the pillar not far away, and I began to miss the poetry corner, or, make one, two, countless of myself, but not as comfortable as the Manifesto of Discarded Things.

Who else but her?

She is still locked in the Senate, could it be that there are humans with more exquisite creation abilities?

"Writer?"

Its slippery head goes back and forth, constantly. The writer has recently appeared, not very good-tempered, very powerful, but there is no reason to be humble himself.

"Electronic Mianyang, visit."

I heard that she is an experimental-level light-level mercenary spearman, who likes spear Dun armor, an adult woman, and has been looking for her daughter.

"Wake up to a dream."

I thought, but she appeared at the front of the temple fifteen minutes and three seconds early, in the exposure of her armor, the tip of the spear moved, **** the ground, scraping a sweet kiss mark.

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Snake, kiss.

Hiss - what is the use of dream interpretation, your dreams are the most boring. ”

The face armor degenerates and grows, the time series high-level chanting, the wrist is loose, the air is beaten, the skirt armor pulls out the slender legs, the left arm has the Huishi eye family pattern, blood and tears, playing power hooligan, someone has conquered the reconstruction technology of the flesh? Cell, apostasy, and the creation program of the second voice of the [yi] type, it is really the appearance of the wise man.

"Poetry brain, stand down!"

"Hiss-Lu'er, where's that?"

The first sound of the sneer is a mother, and that's what I call her past. Because of her impaired memory, she was transplanted into a new parabrain by the Dream Slayer of the Black Tower, and from then on, I fell in love with the abnormal Primal Desire variant. She seems to have a pathological infatuation with her daughter, surpassing her husband, and has her own backtracking, degradation and expression at different stages of maturity.

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The poet's brain shouted, and the incomparable voice said: "You are her first ......"

Sneering across the gun, elongated, east and west through, tofu brain, the barrel of the gun flew 2.5 centimeters below my face, there was a hole in the force field, round, from here to see her, no expression, very cool.

The gun, pulled out, stabbed into the stone wall between my legs, cracked, there was a hole in the long skirt, square-shaped, and it was actually equilateral.

“...... Jealous man. ”