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I reached out and helped the black cross into my home. The temperature on her body was frighteningly low, reminding me of the apples I took out of the fridge. How do I put apples in the fridge? It's really strange, it must be my memory problem, something is going on in my head, I can't say it's a missing part? But I'm not a machine.

The back of the white cross is smooth, and there is a beautiful cross tattoo on it, but it feels like it has been sewn on, which makes people's hearts ache and can't be contained. It's a little wonderful, this is the legendary Dream Codex, how to look at it is just an ordinary person. But when you think about it, she is a person who is above the temple of consciousness, and the instantaneous change of identity is unexpected, and it seems to be an understandable concept as a joke.

When I opened the door, I realized the warmth of the doorknob.

Blood splattered on the ground, evaporating into a red mist with a sweet taste.

I felt to myself that she had come back from a bath of something, without any pain or remorse.

[I saw the light again, it was vague, it must be the light of the lighthouse.] 】

I was stupefied.

Black Cross ripped the clothes off his chest, leaving a barely beating heart. At the end of the heart is a babbling "tube" that doesn't look like a blood vessel, and it would be more appropriate to call it a "patchwork drive".

Then, suddenly.

She actually said that I should use my hand to my heart.

She actually picked up a few kitchen knives on the table and marched towards the top of her ribs.

She turned out to be a hermit, a world-famous military strategist.

Really?

I'm afraid I'm going to faint. The heart is a creature that should not exist, or that it should exist in people's fantasies. There have been attempts to publish books and theories about the recreation of the flesh, but they have only been fantasies, condemned by dream ethics, and are ultimately stillborn and will not be realized. Until now, attempts to create a beating heart have not been successful, because of the complex structure of living tissues and the tens of thousands of variable environments faced by the heart, the creators who control the speed have been easily taken down to this day. Therefore, the creation ability of Dream Dian can be said to be hundreds of years ahead of the Dream Realm, and such a gap is simply shocking.

I'm literally touching the future.

My fingers touched the surface of my heart, slightly raised, like rocks, like piping hot egg whites. Gently rubbed it, the incredible texture, like cotton and alcohol, volatilized with the majestic energy of curiosity.

There was the remains of the sword, embedded between the ribs, and she picked it off as if she were boning, enjoying the painful game. If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to do it. Courage is redefined, and people will pray to the gods to stay away from such calamities. But to whom can they pray? It's just me.

In this case, they must have experienced real helplessness, real despair, and real self-absorption.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't bear to look at it, I couldn't bear to listen, the collision and friction between the bones and the metal, the scorching breath, the tingling touch that sank into the skin, my whole body was hollowed out......

[The light, a little brighter, consciousness is no longer asleep, and I want to struggle to open my eyelids. 】

Seeing that I didn't dare to move, the white cross comforted me softly, but it was just a dream, and there was no need to be so reserved. She finally cleaned the residue of her chest, held the mirror, and looked up and down at the reflection of the living art, her face full of joy. I can't help but be a little moved, everyone has the desire to get a glimpse of their own inside, not just the simple idea of becoming transparent, but also a beautiful container that can be touched. "It" is a delicate container, although it has gone through vicissitudes, but it can hold the beautiful hope of a villain, which is probably the reason why Dream Book is "Dream Book".

Thank you, you are not afraid at all, a little baker, you have such a heart, worthy of respect.

Oh my God, it was praised. Why are you standing stupidly, why don't you say thank you to each other. I must be stupid to go home, like this, still in my own home, like this, if I go to the street, like this, if I am seen by my father......

"Daddy!"

The quilt on the girl's body jumped up, her fair skin was crystal clear in the sun, and it was as clear and straightforward as wine.

Field sat on the bed, his back to the sun, the warm fire burning.

"Yes...... Dream...... Yes. ”

The corners of the mouth are dry, and the box can't be opened.

Like an animal, naked, he walked straight out of the door.

Quiet.

The two of them slept peacefully and looked well-behaved.

The white cross side bed, dressed in a gray duvet, decorated with such a doll. On the side of her is a long black dress, with long black hair, and the bridge of her nose is high, saliva spreads from the corners of her mouth, and it flows quietly. She lay on her stomach, her hands folded on her face, and her fingers spoke comforting words, so that no matter how painful the other party was, she would not cry. White Cross is really a happy person, they are the other half, one vertical and one horizontal, and they are temporarily free from suffering.

Only then is the dream world real.

Last night's experience was magical, but there is always a passage that I can't remember. What's going on above the roof?

Why don't you go and take a look, what are your troubles~

The sun is shining, the sleep time is gone, there seem to be clouds outside the skylight, obscuring the view, could it be the small gray and white house?

But that's too big, isn't it?

Something strange.

The girl picks up her clothes and arranges the corset in the mirror, black has always been her favorite, because it makes her look a little thinner, or rather, slimmer is better?

The chest buttons are buttoned, the ruffled collar is turned out, the belt is looped around the waist, and the pulled-up stockings are transformed into a red knee skirt. Under the guise of a holiday signboard and a guest, the girl turned around, and her mind was filled with countless news about the shrinkage pupils.

So be it.

The skylight has been torn open, and the girl is like scissors, sharp and unusual.

The toes appear under the sky, the stretched eyes want to absorb the color, and the windmill on the roof behind it gurgles and turns the direction upside down, depicting the sense of disorder of the wind.

She saw the castle.

The off-white façade wraps the tower bridge that flows into the clouds. The obeli is dancing, the arch is singing, the flowers on the other side of the stained glass are falling out of the plane, and the stone bricks are still piling up, and the tower sings about the splendor of the world.

A curtain of gray-white clouds wrapped around the castle's body, birds hovering, and vines grew. As the diameter stretches itself, the vertical height also accumulates.

The sheer size naturally attracts attention. Beneath the foundation, a Doric column-like forest emerges. The flock of birds, haunting the forest, accompanied by the roar of the airship.

It remained in mid-air, facing the little field house, examining the little man standing on the roof, his brow bones sunk into his own whiskers, exhaling one atmospheric circulation after another.

At this point, the ants are watching the sky, and Field is embracing the light.

The jagged arc of light from above the castle scratched her, scorching the sky over the entire residential area.

People gathered and drove their own self-propelled boats, pouring out at the entrance of the residential area, slowly surrounding Field, with their outstretched hands on either side, to the sky.

"It's so handsome! Oh my god! ”

People watched the girl standing in the midst of a colorful self-propelled boat. After saying this, it took her 20 seconds.

Yes, so far, there is no "person" in the dream world who can build such a huge building, material, and spiritual sustenance.

Moreover, it is just a "person", an unconscious "creation".

And the Creator, in his dreams, is smiling.