Dream Zone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unknown region.

I did it!

It worked!

What a feeling!

Excited, shaky, restless, fuzzy.

The woman on the throne slumped on the armrest, her clothes falling to the ground and replaced by a long black dress and a white apron.

Behold, people do not doubt how much the three laws of creation play a role in their lives! It's just,"

The pocket watch in his hand ticks, and the hunting case inlaid with a black and white cross reveals the direction of the hands underneath. [Pocket watches in the 16th century were divided into hunting and open]

"A puppet without a string!"

Syllable.

The sound of closing the lid was loud and crisp, and the sun above suddenly lit up, shining brightly.

The mirror closed and closed in the Ionic column behind the throne, and a huge temple rose out of the woman's view.

"The daughter of the Siren, the dream in a glass bottle, will create herself with a proud posture and express herself!"

Churches of the Dream and the Martyrs.

Self-creations.

The only self-created creature in the Place of Light that can compete with the theoretical pendulum.

The shadow of the Zenith Chapel.

"Will the creations in this church be more magnificent than the creations in your database? Or will it be,"

She tossed the watch into the pocket of her dress.

"Ugly?"

The church is in the shape of a spire, and the figure that sways upwards does not show the slightest tendency to shrink, like a tree that is desperately growing, rooting itself into the distant nothingness. A loud roar rang out, and shattered glass passed over the throne, refracting rainbow light.

Drawing ignorance.

Write stupidity.

The voice of the living creature did not attract the slightest attention from the woman.

She just stared at the case of her pocket watch, as if staring at eternal shyness.

Reality, Manor.

Mengdian woke up, and her curled up body was embraced by Lu'er, not waking her up.

Just a bad dream.

The alarm clock on the bedside table stood silently, and Mengdian crawled through Lu'er's soft hair and fell into the softness of the quilt, barely making out the hour and minute hands on the clock dial. It's 10 o'clock again, and there is no such late awakening in "Dream Classic".

The moment Lolita opened her eyes, she was startled by the fact that she sat next to Lu'er's hair, covered in pitch-black hair, unable to get out.

"Morning, on, good."

I can't tell if it's hesitation or too nervousness.

"Didn't you sleep well? The face is so bad. ”

Yumeden stared at the intricacies that loomed behind Lolita's hair, fascinated by them. The staring man felt a little embarrassed, turned around, landed on his feet, put on a beige vest, and turned around.

"It's okay."

Yumedian came back to his senses, but he tripped over the quilt with his hair, and his eyes were red.

"It's too hot, it's too hot!"

Lu'er turned around slowly, and Mengdian jumped out of bed, leaned on the foot of the bed, and bit each other with her hands behind herself, a little embarrassed.

The [Poetry Corner] on the desk was gently placed in front of the "Dream Book", and the inscription on it still flashed in the sunlight, shaking his slender halo and collecting it into Lolita's eyes. The door had been locked behind her, and when George came back yesterday, Lou was still worried about hiding the matter, for fear that others would find out. After all, no one knows what else could be brought back from the "dream" other than the reading glasses that were worn on the bridge of George's nose.

This is absolutely confidential.

Mengdian muttered quietly.

It's been a few hours since [Poetry Corner] was brought to reality, and Mengdian has been uncharacteristically away from this "object", in his own words, it is the history attached to it that makes her very uncomfortable.

Although [Poetry Corner] does not have an unfathomable origin like Shi Ling in the Black Gate, it makes her very painful when she comes into contact with [Poetry Brain]. The heart of the Black Cross is another part of itself, and the moment it knocks the Black Cross down and presses it to the ground, the heart's beating and frequency changes hold on to his will and will not let go. The tip of the sword grazed the precious artery and entered the ground, and she herself, as if she was on the edge of a cliff, lost the courage to face the black cross.

It was said.

You are the spiritual world in dualism, and I am the abandoned geometry of matter.

Have you ever had a conflict with yourself that is too delusional?

Or is it the law of dreams that you can't break free?

The sword must be the only way for the author, a teleologist, to balance the vast kingdom of dreams, right?

Someone replied.

The butler appeared at the door.

It's a pity that the door lock has been reinforced.

He was not in a hurry, he stood quietly outside the door, listening to the faint turning of the door lock and the snapping sound of gears, waiting for the smiling face of the eldest lady to appear.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lolita, sleepy-eyed, took her breakfast and looked up.

The butler wore a neat black and white vest with a signature black bow tie on the neckline.

"How's your friend resting?"

"Good, don't worry."

Mengdian avoided the housekeeper's gaze, and gently placed the [Poetry Corner] on the inside of the bookcase, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Mother is worried about your health these days, so I want to come here to say hello to you." As soon as the words fell, the familiar woman went upstairs with a rippling figure.

"I'll clean up the room first, ask her to wait!"

She listened to the sound of the footsteps approaching, and her heart panicked, as if she was drowning, and her breathing became rapid.

The woman walked up to the floor and heard the door shut, confused.

In the room, Lolita neatly stacked the [Poetry Corner] with the books on the shelf, tightly covering its snow-white sword body, Mengdian stepped over the center of the two of them's footsteps, and ran quickly to his "home", but he was still defeated by the huge body of the human in terms of body, and his calves were still not as fast as the woman's eyes, but fortunately he was pulled up by Lu'er and put behind him.

"Huh? What's the matter? So panicked. ”

The girl looked at her mother with concern in her eyes, a little frightened.

"Nothing, nothing." She knows that she rarely repeats the same phrase twice.

It was clear that Mom knew what she was thinking.

Ah, it sucks!

"It's okay, tell me. Your friends look like too."

"I just woke up and felt a little cool in the winter wind." Lu'er leaned back on the table, but Mengdian knew that there was still a long way to go from her "home".

"Oh, my daughter has a lot of clothes, I'll bring them to you." After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at the neatly placed books on the shelves, and hesitated. "By the way, you haven't been to school in a long time, have you?"

"A momentary interest."

The woman's eyes did not leave because of this sentence, but reached out and took the books off the shelf. "Look at it, you can't even take care of your friends, and you don't put your books in order, and I, as a mother, feel a little."

Only the last two books were left on the [Poetry Corner].

"Things don't get in order."

Only the last book is stamped on the [Poetry Corner].

"Hey, you recently bought a doll?"

Her fingers rested on the open pages of the book, and the woman caught a glimpse of Yumedian sitting slumped on the table, as beautiful as a delicate ornament rather than a toy.

"yes, I just bought it. Luel helped me pick it out. ”

Lu'er was sweating profusely, and she turned around in fright, but when she saw Mengdian motionless, she couldn't help but admire her acting skills. She didn't seem to remember when the dream had left the palm of her hand, and the momentary thing almost became an eternity.

Mengdian's heartstrings almost broke out, not because of his acting skills, but because the woman, Lolita's mother, one of the people in this manor, was holding herself up and looking at it carefully.

That snort.

The lips.

That pupil.

It was several times larger than the human face he had seen before, and it was a relatively unfamiliar face, each of which told that his secret was about to be revealed.

Will it be revealed?

I don't know!

Anyway, don't move yet! Don't move!

"I'll sort it out!"

Lolita hurriedly stacked the books back on, hastily remembering the order of the books. It is a set of psychological works, manuals and data sets for anxiety disorders and neuro-obsessive-compulsive disorders.

"This doll is very exquisitely made."

The housekeeper stood aside, a little ashamed that a woman of a handful of age would praise such a gadget, but she would never have praised her daughter so much, I really don't know if it was because of Lolita herself, or because of the embarrassing situation caused by the relationship between the woman and her husband.

The little man felt that his heart was about to squeeze into his throat, but his lips still could not have the slightest flaw.

She really wanted to shout out.

The feeling of the woman's fingers moving back and forth on her body is beyond words. As a toy, being brutally played with by humans and examined unreasonably is simply another [Time Spirit].

Look at the world from a different perspective.

What you get is the original world.

Look for a different world.

What you get is a reflection of your own soul.

Naked critics! The human in front of you is simply a terrible critic!

It wasn't until Lu'er changed into a gothic gray and cyan dress that Mengdian was put down.

The woman went out, a little puzzled by the way her daughter looked at her. It's like seeing a stranger, but with excessive warmth.

And the two people in the room were leaning against the bookshelves, panting.

Mengdian was stupid, and the whole person became a real doll, and she would never move again.

"Scared the hell out of me! How so! ”

"The unexpected."

The book opened, and the little man sat down in the center of the words in the page, his eyes blank. The pages are written as a summary of the history of the Dream Book and its inception, and the account of the Black Cross is also written in the form of a poem. The last time I opened this page was when I returned from the Zenith, and the mood was no better than it was then.

It's even worse.

The girl bit the ribbon in her mouth, squinted one of her eyes, looked at the [Poetry Corner] that had been put back on the table from the bookshelf, and tied her hair up. The gray-blue dress floated in, and asked about Mengdian with concern, but only received a complaint from the villain.

It's even worse!

The sun is starting to get mild, no longer the cool of the morning.

The cool breeze is no longer indifferent, mixed with a hint of enthusiasm.

The magnifying glass focused on the Poetry Corner again, and Lull opened the notebook again, and as the quill shook as the quill shook, Yumedian had to climb out of the pages and continue to work on translating the inscriptions above the sword.

It is the duty to become its master, with the right.

On the other side, in the dream area, the seammy bird is gently opening the glass bottle.

This is the "Optical Drive Cabin" where the flow of time is reduced, where the experimenters decompose the [Creation Gene] and send it to the database.

And the work of the seammy bird is exactly that.

"Whether it is our creation or the creation of the enemy, it must be treated with care."

"Don't worry, I've done this many times."

It's not the first time!

Although the first accident was also impressive.

That monster [gene] actually sprayed ink on his face, ironically with the sour smell of memory, which is really infuriating!

"Add the Mengnian reagent to the test tube, and I'm going to do the precipitation stripping."

"You skipped a step."

"You have to take care of it!"

"[It] won't allow it!"

"Well, if you think about it, the database collects our genes all day long, and the purpose of which is not even clear to the "blood gear", how can I express my honest side? ”

The seammy sits on the bench and tosses the cotton ball to the trash can in front of it.

"How many years have you been in the Black Tower?"

"Two hundred and twenty-eight years."

The girl's white coat was always white.

"It's really like the style of the White Tower."

The cotton ball falls into the center of the cylinder with a fine crashing sound.

"Tell me the story of the White Tower? I've always wondered about the differences and similarities between the Black Tower and the White Tower. It is said that when the Black Tower was born, the White Tower did not exist, or is the history of the Black Tower wrong? ”

"Don't jump to conclusions! You dream-slayer. ”

The girl was dissatisfied, and threw her head to the side, only to see a corner of the strange creature sealed in a huge reagent bottle, mixed with bright red blood. The reagent bottles are placed in the center of the laboratory with the symbol of the emergency exit above them, connected by a fine and delicate pipe.

There was no flaw that could cause the bottle to shatter.

"Fascinated? It is the intersection of the manifest dream and the hidden dream, the union, the descendant. Extremely dangerous! But only the Black Tower can secretly seal this kind of thing here, and it may be a little shy to be seen by you, a little girl from the White Tower, right? ”

"What disrespectful!"

The seammy laughed, and the reagent in his hand splashed on the girl, it was a bright white liquid, but it reflected a red halo. The girl turned away weakly, knowing in her heart that it would be a waste of her time to be with such a person.

As for the history of the Black Tower and the White Tower, the hazy sadness in her heart gave the question an answer to the question, and she gradually became tired like an inch, and pulled her towards the bench in the corridor.