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[Hundred faces] see [extremely colored].

The [Hundred Faces] with the mouth open, and the [Extremely Colorful] that stands still.

The dark gray huge and stout waist [Hundred Faces], the slender and wonderful snow-white flawless and silent [Extreme Color].

***

The pitch-black clouds finally cut a hole, and the white cross was sweating profusely, the face that was clearly submerged by bandages, only the monster that was still wheezing in the nose and mouth remained, what type of [Hundred Faces] was, what kind of belonging, what meaning, it looked really anxious and worried. It is a huge believer sitting upright on the ground, with his hands folded and his arms hidden behind the dark cloud mountain, praying for the birth of death, the deep meaning of cutting off his senses is incomprehensible.

It seems that there is a natural fear of such a creature, and strange feelings that arise from the womb. I was aware of it, but I couldn't change it.

Why? Why?

"You're still thinking about it, White Cross. Black Cross is very worried about you, you have to protect the dream world. ”

Isn't it okay for creation to be meaningless, isn't that what we are, it can't be meaningless, and the Creator [the Writer] can't allow such things to exist.

"Hey, don't be nervous, Black Cross doesn't have the power to help you."

Seeing the surrounding air trembling and rushing, with a staff in his hand and a poetic brain behind him, the upper and lower spells on Zhou's body were still surging, boiling the forbidden maid.

The heat went into the ground and cluttered across the sky.

The fourth creation fight, sounded.

The cold sensation passed through the nose, and the brain was much clearer. The wrist is a little tight, and the movement there is too frequent, so I am not very satisfied with the operation.

Shi Nao watched his shoulder blades contract forcefully and was relieved. White Cross was gambling hard, and the other party apparently had no less knowledge of creation than she did. But the types of knowledge are a little different, a little different, but they are magnified a lot. It is obvious why they are different, but it is impossible to understand the meaning behind them. The origin of [Discarded Propaganda] is still unclear, but it is not a mystery.

After fighting for so long, there is no desire to retreat, and it seems that the dream world may not be guaranteed. The Black Cross is used as a backup plan, so it's okay to scold me.

"Extremely colorful, how did it [come out]. I did not activate the Order. ”

She didn't move.

"Hey, come on, isn't the extreme color [extreme color], what's the ......?"

The staff is down.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on with me."

Black hesitated, and the other party seemed to be in addition to the situation.

Halfway through the fight, there is no interest, it is simply one of the most boring things in the world.

Touching his chin, he didn't notice the sweat before and the process of wetting his clothes. How many bottles are left, the active agent has been used a lot, but fortunately there is no tendency to waste.

With his legs drooping down his huge forehead, [Hundred Faces] still opened his mouth wide, and when his breath reached the top of his head, Litori felt an earthquake-like turbidity and resentment brewing. A little man walked beside him, hissing and crying, the pain of being abandoned. Turning his head, the imprint of the Black Tower was clearly visible on his empty shoulders, and he could even faintly smell the burning smell of his skin when it was scorched by the heat.

Betrayer, incompetent, discarded, banished, beyond the Black Tower, disgraced, far away. It's their voice.

It's your own. Only to cry with joy.

"It doesn't matter."

The black arms flew across the back of the Black Mountain and disappeared, leaving several in their wake. [Hundred faces] don't need to be too verbose. Something was wriggling on the sun, presumably halfway through hatching.

This fight is not fair.

***

The crowd was boiling, bustling, and rushing forward.

It's a pity that this is still a battlefield.

The crow fluttered and fell to the ground, its wings swaying bloody.

Undertaker, plural, I saw them running.

I saw the wingtips decay.

Creation cannot be stabilized.

I showed my hands, my feet, my shoulders.

The original self.

I was watched.

I'm hoped.

I am illuminated.

"George! George! ”

The tall man called out to me in a panic, and his hands didn't know where to pick me up.

"He's a degenerative creation all over his body, so he injects the active agent first."

"About 50 ml."

I hated labor pains getting into my body, but now I can only obey, who told that Shekou too quickly.

"What are you crying about?"

She's Seameye, the reckless girl. I want to laugh, I want to hug.

"Loraine, Jun'er. Do you remember them? ”

"The latter, a little vague."

The arm wanted to leave me, pulling at the fragility of the nerves, a little bit of lost consciousness.

"George, a little bit of creation is very degraded, and it can only be dealt with hard. It hurts, so please bear with me. ”

I started to get scared again, no matter how old I was, I was still afraid of pain.

Terrible!

The tall man held down his wings, and the blood vessels were like droplets of water in the head of the shower, spreading out like threads, falling into the girl's hands, and beating constantly. Her face remained unchanged, and she never let go even though George waved his hands to resist. He understood that when he released it, the blood vessels would stitch themselves up to the junction between the wings and the flesh, and that was not a mistake that the Magic Quad of Order could reset.

Syringe push into 30 ml.

The old man saw in a trance that his fingers were exposed, and his skin was bloody and blurry.

Syringe push 40 ml.

Unable to breathe, something in the chest cavity was throbbing, pounding the throat, the pulse was roaring, the inner ear was roaring.

Syringe push 45 ml.

I don't have the strength to show the pain, and I tell people bluntly that they are on the verge of shock.

There is no marquee in sight.

Death's dereliction of duty?

Push is done.

A full fifty milliliters.

At the end of his consciousness, George felt that the little tick was a sign of his long life. From scratch, the mother propelled herself into the world, injecting herself into the river of life, until finally, the blood vessels rotted, and he gave up reality due to excessive erosion and dependence on drugs.

The death of my mother in a hospital bed is a vague concept, there are no allusions to borrow, there are no citations, and there is only one author in the whole paper.

"Your figure is like my mother's. 】

[She does this every time she folds the quilt.] 】

[Add a phrase "It's really troublesome."] 】

[You've said enough, no less than a hundred times. 】

The moment the bright light entered his eyes and his pupils trembled violently, the girl lay on his body, like a quilt.

Crying, it's really troublesome.

I can't fold it now.

***

The black crow has been flying and flying, crossing the mountains, flowing through the rivers, drilling through the black and white cloud mountains, and turning under the moon.

Cycle.

Am I a thorn bird?

I'm sure not.

The crow twisted his head and looked at the route he had flown over, and the small red line on the map outlined a big heart. For whom is love, and is it for me? There's no way I'm going to like myself. Is it for mom? I wanted to give, but it was too late. It's for her, right? But I was far from reality, and I dreamed.

The crow rests on the moon.

The moon asked me what you were looking for.

I'm looking for my daughter.

The moon's beak vanished, and the crow left disappointed.

The crow rests on the sun.

The sun asks me what you're looking for.

I'm looking for my daughter.

The sun's mouth vanished, and the crow left disappointed.

The crow flies into a bookstore, and it loves it.

The little girl suddenly appeared and stood in front of the bookstore.

She looked inside, slurred speech, and carried a large coffin.

The large coffin was snow-white, the same color as the sheets.

Grandpa Raven, may I come in?

Grandpa Crow, you're a crow with glasses.

Grandpa Crow, what's your name?

***

【Extreme color】Bend down slightly, and straighten the crown on the head.

Can't be out of shape, dignified pointing.

【Extreme Color】Straight waist, shrugging shoulders on armor.

Do a good job of protection, no injury pointing.

【Extreme color】Open your feet widely, and the distance is shortened like electricity and light.

Charge quickly, pointing ahead.

[Extremely colorful] holding a double sword, the sword body is up and down 100 meters.

The proportions are unbalanced, and the madness is pointed.

"Point at me?"

Black bends out of snow-white tiger teeth.

It's time for the former villain to come back.