Behavioral Reading Guide.

[The unity of materiality, the theory of justice in running a rod.] 】

The Black King moves three inches to the left, summoning the center of gravity and switching the sun into the angle of incidence.

Facing him was a hot field, and the earth was blackened like a steak.

The thickness of the ankles is opposite, one centimeter forward, and the bow of the ship is passing upward, cutting off the moonlight and ushering in the scorching heat.

The writer does not create things according to logic.

This child doesn't make things out of logic.

[Both sides veto logic.] 】

[Justice Theory No. 1: All things have the right to rebel.] 】

She created a hot flaming core, and with the pull of gravity, the database glimpsed the leylines curling up in the distance.

He also created a prototype of force, using the expression of his own resistance to distorting force, moving forward, shrinking the visual distance.

In the past few years, the bridge has been deformed, the old man has no choice but to turn the rudder, the deflector plate is almost torn, and the rust on its surface is broken, and the fragments are far away, and the ship is decreasing.

The sun moved to the left of the moon, and the fourth [pipe] was filled, overflowing with a lot of light juice, and the black king bathed in it, blinding his eyes.

In the next second, the periosteum splashed out of the head, and after leveling the section of the clavicle, the spine was stretched out, rolled into a strand, and swirled on the ground, rolling out the rudiments of an egg.

[The wonder of a woman hatching a child, looking for food.] 】

"Extrusion!"

The writer exerted his strength, bulldozing the bulging mountain, and the villain behind the cloud mountain was still glowing, heating, stretching out its own field, spreading, crumpling the writer into a ball, throwing it ten kilometers away, and the man holding up the comet tail kept insulting, and the saliva was linearly pulling out the arc of "Starry Night".

The Black King twisted his head straight, and stuck into the tiger's mouth in his spine, breathing a sigh of relief. Above, in the depths, the database let go, and the dark gray scroll fell, and the words "Principles of Architecture" were written on it, crimson, and vermilion. While waving your hand, your thumb and index finger form a line, grab the red rope of the scroll, and tear it open, revealing a beautiful technique.

"The paradoxical solution of self-referentiality." High-speed perm. "High-low hierarchy, TNG stack plan," lip drying multiple times. "Fault tolerance, compression, observer, canon, multi-fusion trajectories," a discussion of the relationship between myth reduction and seizure.

"Bungard problem!"

Bangard answer!

The girl completed her transformation, wielded the hammer, smashed the skeletal matrix of the formation, and attacked the sky.

[The enlightened person is coming, the woman is degenerate, she is called a girl, the psychological structure is unknown, and some people are retreating. The record is interrupted here, and future generations will not be able to clearly understand the process of change and termination of the Nether. 】

The poet was very desperate, crying in the face of the ink on the blank page, but he didn't realize that he dissolved, dripping in, dripping back, himself.

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Squeeze out the force, kill!

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People waved it in the air, and it swallowed the entire landscape, and the smoke and dust turned the Nether into dark night, and the meteorite circled the sun ten thousand times.

Its lower end stretches out, turns into a claw, grasps into the depths, grabs a whole number of beings, the old man uses his hands to support the quadripart, high-level self-reconstruction, the first command item of the Ouroboros, concretization. He was angry, angry as a meteor, exploded the whole hammerhead, and made a murderous state, dyeing back to a blood-colored cloud. With an open eye, the writer sees the flow of the black king, the girl, the flow of life, and the wavelength of all things. The whole body is transparent, the blue rain light, the final chapter, the backup, the last rewriting of the World Scripture, shocking everyone's jaws on their shoulders.

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Squeeze out the force, kill!

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"You're going to rewrite yourself! You are not my record, who are you! ”

He still had hope, but he saw the girl make her mouth out, wrap it around it with a bandage, and decorate it, which the creator called an ancient totem. She was determined not to say anything, and he also understood that logic did not have accusations against himself, because he would destroy himself, so he preferred to be silent.

"You are the logic of this world, why didn't you find it, poetic brain!" Diagonal howl. "Poetry Brain!" Tear Zero begs for mercy. "Poetry Brain!" The scoundrel admitted. "She is the logic, the book, the logic of this world!"

What is logical.

The database moved itself and heard the writer frustrated whirling around below. The people of the year cheered, raised their glasses, and swirled around the white cross, and bonfires were blazing, in which the god of wine brandished a wood knife and cut off the head of the sun god. Man's proudest creature in the sky overlooking God is part of his own will, Logic, is born here, and comes to earth voluntarily to rebel against the Supreme Being for all dreams, all people, all things.

"Kill the writer! Black King! Prove the innocence of logic! ”

The girl looked back, frowning, her long hair multicolored, and the sky rendered a small patch of extreme color. At this time, there was still an hour before the dawn came, and the moon sun was too close, and time was sped up by a hundred times. The stones fell back to the ground, smashing craters into them, and the shock wave tore at the writer's shirt and added a shattered texture. Flawless cheeks quietly faced the potholed earth, heard the horns of the clothes singing, and breath penetrated into the mouthpiece countless times.

"If Hitomi is still there, it will be very sad. The first time he was so excited, when he got to Lu'er, he told me that he was going to like the first living person. I've always been in a blind spot in my relationship, and he doesn't know that I'm the same as him, I've never loved someone, but I'm looking forward to a little like......."

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Next to the heart, new organs are drilled, two hearts beat, tinkling, meeting the heavenly clock on the ground, feet in the air, no touch, imagining standing. The old man squinted, the girl was on the back of the **** hand, she began to speak again, made a more delicate mouth, and opened it into the distance. After a while, the girl in the dark spat out a dove, and its whiteness put the surroundings to shame, and she watched and sang a hymn. The eyes of the sky gradually closed, and the wide eyelashes fell, and a world-famous floor lamp was dim. Her face was adorned with petals, and in the air, she was also blind, only to the left. The writer recalls that at that time, there was a bookcase on the bookshelf at hand, which described that in the perceptual domain of the blind, words were the "place" of groups, not the genealogy of strokes.

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"What! What you want, to overturn the entire Nether, this is your plan? I've written two different systems of thinking, and you don't know which side to stand on or for whom! Logic, your lowest virtue! That's all you have to do! I know! You can't deny yourself! You can't even lie to yourself, you're always honest because you're logic! ”

The shouting in the smoke clouds, the little haze that woke up in the haze.

"Logic, you can't kill me, you can't kill me! You are a written creature, one of my proudest creatures, logic is just, it is selfless, from the beginning of the cause of all things, you obey the phenomenal realm of my writing, to the extreme of the result of all things, you cannot reinvent yourself outside of my formal axiomatic system, there is no reason for you, and therefore there is no form and truth that can be discovered! Even if I, as your most devout believer, you can't manifest the original state of those worlds! ”

Does it work, I don't know about her own situation... If she had free will... The dream world has long since collapsed... What's wrong with her?

The well-behaved girl was still straight in the air, there was no wind, and her long skirt was straightened to the ground, reflected in the pupils of the thousand leaves, constantly expanding.

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"I have feelings, I can tolerate mistakes, I mix carefully, and the results are biased, but I don't disappoint."

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Sneering and standing still, he stood as a statue, carrying a gun in his right hand, his muscles bursting, entwining the air with the tip of the spear. She laughed, cried, regretted, regretted, complained, narcissistic, pitiful, and threw doubts at the man in front of her.

"Logic certainly does not kill a great thinker. But the lowly maybe. ”

"You, so ignorant!"

He couldn't see the writing, and even if he stood not far from him, it was much dimmer than the lighthouse on the skyline. Who is the writer, he is a switch, there is no complicated concept. See, he's an old man who wants to change the story he wrote, but he gets abandoned by the story. What is it, doesn't he miss his hometown? There was no concern, oh, he made himself a victim, knowing that it was illogical.

"Sacrifice."

The girl walked down the ladder and sat on a high place, swinging the curve of her back straightened calf.

Shi Nao felt labor pains, closed the white door, and was tormented by the silence.

On the other side of the white door, the writer held the barrel of the spear in his hand, turned his head to look at logic, and ridiculed his nostalgia. So, twisting forty-five degrees, the old man's robe was torn, he was provoked, the woman turned around, and the rigid twisted scream of the explosion of the bent barrel of the gun echoed below Tiannian, and because of the violent change in the width of the sound field, people finally heard the roar of the eagle and the light collision.

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The girl is still thinking.

Hold your chin and keep your eyes focused.

One question: will he know that I used to smile or have a hobby?

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In the dim starry night, she forgot the whole earth and sky like a real book.