George is looking for a way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a struggle, and the way to Lu'er's room is undoubtedly a test of the sun and the moon.

It's really tiring, and I would not have re-speculated about his intentions if I hadn't taken a second look at the "writer" here.

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Luel dreams that she is being grabbed by the arm by the old man.

Dragged out vigorously.

Is this a dream?

"Sort of."

There are many fine dust particles in the air, and the naked eye gets a real sense of vision in the moonlight. Since ancient times, human eyes have been divided into two kinds, one is eloquent and the other is fickle.

She came to her senses, and a huge, bright moon protruded from the canopy, and the clouds around her were dodging.

The opening of fickleness and argumentation.

It was cold and extremely cold, and people were asleep.

"It's a surprise that you can only speak at this time. Lu'er, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I must tell you that I know all about the sword you touched last time, so don't be surprised. That sword, the Poetic Horn Sword, forget about it anyway, and when necessary, I will erase your memory, but this is immoral....... I can't be like him. ”

"Grandpa George, are you flustered?"

"Sort of. Now the dream world is like yours, there is no place to be safe. ”

"You're telling me to go back?"

"It was better to do so."

The girl's eyes were blank, and she couldn't find any valuable light and shadow from them, and the old man's voice was finely shattered, and he was carrying something, more like a long-distance traveler, and finally found the girl, a home-like existence.

I'm sorry, Grandpa, I love dreams.

"Of course you can like it, but it won't take care of you. It's happening now that Hitomi didn't tell you, it's useless to say that, writer, you know the concept of it, right? You nodded, and I'm glad. Don't touch my forehead, I don't know how many layers of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion are from top to bottom, but such a "pain when jumping" must be endured. Now, go back, and don't come back if you don't hear from me. ”

"Grandpa, what the hell is going on? Does the Writer Really Exist? Last time you went for a long time about Sun One, and when you came back, you told me you had to separate......"

In the moonlight, the wrinkles were dense, he realized that he was not wearing glasses, he clenched his teeth, his throat was glued, he began to be afraid of the girl's gaze, he was forced to ask, he felt his ribcage squeezed, and then suddenly several stretches, but stirred up pain.

"I'm sorry, but I have to tell you that Loren has ....... It's gone. ”

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"You can't make jokes like that, you can't ...... Never, my Lu'......"

The girl had long hair in a shawl, and her shadow was tall by the light of the lantern that had been temporarily erected in the Extreme Abyss Pavilion outside during the day.

Never!

Even if what you say is true, no, it can't be true.

It's just a joke, an unforgettable, unforgettable sense of form.

There is no such dialogue in the world.

Too bad.

"It's ...... Grandpa George said ......"

"A madman, a madman!"

Lu'er couldn't hear the last two words clearly, because the other person's throat didn't work properly when he roared.

Luer understood the other party, a slap in the face, and no apology.

"Lolita ....."

She knelt down, covered her face, and repeated the words.

There was murderous intent in her eyes, and she couldn't make out the numbers engraved on the clock face in the room.

Luer merges with the darkness.

Just like then, in the lonely time, the girl in the mirror, counting the shells and butterflies on her body, shaking the pearl necklace.

Her only friend, hugged herself.

"A world of self-talk."

Small box.

What is it.

Small box.

Let's open it and take a look.

Or a small box.

Open again?

It's still a small box.

She just opens boxes one by one, but she always holds hope.

Until the fingers can't touch the lid of the tiny box, their own tears.

The little box floated in tears.

"Hey, don't forget you have an introducer. Calm down, lion cub. ”

Luel saw Lolita's blank eyes.

Is it exactly the same as what Grandpa George saw?

She pulled her to the door, gave her a slap, and went blind with a slight tinnitus.

Lu'er looked at the stitches of the door in front of her toes, and there were no living creatures in the unusually hot straight line, everything was split in two, flowing out of the world's own large and small intestines.

I can't step on it, it's bloody.

Boiling hot.

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George's face was hot.

Out of the Abyss Pavilion, I looked at the end of the huge broken hole, and the living creature was still crawling. Slowly, the scales rubbed the flesh, and what spread in the eyes was not angry.

It is tamed by a kick.

"Rough world."

The old man walked through the ruins and broken walls, like a forest growing out, those broken tiles and beams, which were originally ancient buildings, and the dougong cornices were also among them, struggling to support the discordant gravity to grow downward. The light came from the moon, piercing from the top of his head, and the old man felt as gentle as a knife and greedy as water. Behind him were two girls, whom he expected to ask for forgiveness.

"We're not even qualified as geisha anymore."

She had to drop the white cross, twist her right leg knee, which was able to run, and prayed to him, and suddenly covered the shoulder of her left arm, knelt down on one knee, opened her mouth, and spat out several silent apologies.

"As an ordinary woman, I ask for your mercy. It is my duty to protect the White Cross, even if I am not justified in righteousness, but I can express my will. I can't compete with the ability of the writer ... I can't... To the writer.... Disrespect. ”

Just because you are his "text"? ”

"It can't be otherwise."

She caressed her waist so as not to break, George had never seen the side of the Black King as a subordinate, in the shadow of the jagged skeleton, the broken heart was squirming for a long time, and from time to time, she reached into her chest and pinched it, maintaining the status of a supplicant, sitting and lying respectfully in the middle of heaven and earth.

"What did he make you write?"

"There is no supreme in the dream world, there is no bottom, there is nothing, there is no end."

She stretched out her hand, as if reaching into the depths of the earth, or just to George, to everything she saw.

"My hand..."

George couldn't stand the bloodshot corners of her mouth, her body ruined here, but she still maintained her spiritual cleanliness, and she was already a terminally ill prayer.

He hugged her, carefully pulling up the vertebrae of the White Cross, and smelled a strong scent of lilies.

The whole body was full of that fragrance, and the poisonous snake burrowed into its nostrils, shaking violently, stirring up the blood, trying to get out of its eyes.

Black Cross reached out and covered his mouth and nose.

"It's the smell of my tears."

The palm of his hand was only a skeleton, and the other side shattered and curled up, crackling and falling into the ground. It was a warm bone, and even if the king's bones were exposed, they would not dare to show the slightest hardness.

"White Cross must not like me like this."

Lying in the air, Tiannian's cheeks were even whiter with the white cross, and she was forced to be peaceful when her chest was folded.

Behind him, a man stood, looking at the figures of the two in the smoke, turning his head to the side, already under the chin and shadow.

The living creature crawled down, from far to near, and the blue bell lock collided, and with the light, brushed the coldness of the bird's body.