At this time, which little sea god is it?

The women in kimono had met her before, and they still had some impressions, but in the highest floor of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, they laughed and sang and drank wine. But no, playing backgammon cards, suit code cards, which reminded the little sea god at that time of the ancient tarot print, but also made the kimono women at that time interested in the unknown game of "what kind of love is suitable for you". At that time, before, it was a long time ago "then", and the first time she unfolded the general idea was to fight against the previous Shi Ling of [Time], a powerful logical monster - [Theoretical Pendulum].

What kind of "self" is you at this time?

"I don't want to see her! I don't want to! Candle no love, go talk, go talk! ”

For a long time, no one cared about the name of the kimono woman, and she had forgotten how to react.

She just followed behind the sneer, tilting her head slightly, her petite nose pulling up a soft shadow and sticking it to her cheekbones.

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"Love Candleno!"

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The girl shouted.

The woman in the kimono was puzzled, and when she looked back, her hair was thrown long.

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She saw people walking the same road, the same footsteps, the same frequency, the high speed. Before going upstairs, there would be a vague sweetness that she could hold the shadow's hand and hear the self. He began to speak. Speak, purposefully take a person's name. When I speak, the back of my head hurts.

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"She's gone, too."

The three of them lined up in front of the fragmentation room. Through the heavy iron door, his ears moved slightly, and he looked up, sensing someone's crying. Under the curved string lamp, the huge blueprint is placed, she sits in the center, and the white dragon is sleeping soundly in the cage.

"I'm not going to see her, I'm not going! It's unbelievable that I don't want this...... Don't do that! ”

The appearance of the girl in white stopped the dryness.

"Little Poseidon."

"For you, for you, for you!"

She struggled from her shoulders, walls of water gushing out around her, candlelight zigzags, and dark green eyes, moist and huge. Immediately after, half-crouching, keeping the horizontal movement, the left foot with the left half of the body twisted, disengaged, a kind of scale, the kind of ancient design that the database knew had provided for the creation of a few people at the cost of maximizing the flow rate and pressure difference.

"Give me an answer, within three days."

Warp scales dissolved and exploded, leaving three people and a whirlpool wall behind, and the little sea god confirmed that his cry still had signs of echoing. This is a sad thing, even if it is normal and understood, it is also reasonably flawed. Become a mercenary, live in a dream world, have no real name, and forget, a pure stranger to yourself, just like Candle Love herself, a "reality" living in the dream world.

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"This is the letter, from the communications headquarters of the Nether Black Tower." I don't really remember what the rules are here, but it's rude to open it hastily. On the one hand, Blacktower believes in dream-slaughtering, believing that dreaming should be regulated, which some design dreams themselves as products. "There's no fire paint seal, and there's no money."

"The butcher's factory in the economic downturn, well, I haven't been there, but three times."

Candle Love walked around to one side, she liked the dense square words on the blueprint, the Latin symbols, the intertwined babbling of [Piping], all of which were blue. In blue, she saw white straight lines drawn into squares, petals and whiskers carved on compasses. As the database approached, a fragrance faded away, and the girl stepped aside, and the string lamp carved a white database, sneering and smiling.

"You'll remember, my beloved."

"Oh? What did she learn? "She casually covered up the letter." Presumably, following the seventh light-tier mercenary will have unusual gains. "The letter was curly, flattened several times, and bounced back.

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"Learn to forget."

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The woman who was the teacher was very satisfied, and pathos appeared on her face.

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"Learn the last hope. The meaning of seeing. ”

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The woman who was the teacher was very satisfied.

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"Leave her, such a student is too loyal."

"Tsk, you haven't seen a writer....."

"I almost became a writer."

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She tilted her head and looked up at the sneer, the reading glasses hanging around her neck caught the eye, and the lenses were next to a piece of jade. Soft? I am from the Black Tower, and standing in the territory of the White Tower to show myself, is it considered a personality, if you think so, you are kind and noble.

"Oh, you're welcome........ Also....... Really. ”

At first glance, the chest is small, no wonder.

"I went to look for her, and the letter had been opened, but it didn't matter. You're in the White Tower, and there's a message asking you to go to help, so I think you should know what to do. "After that, I turned around and saw the eyes of the woman in the kimono, which turned out to be very familiar." I have the ability to give her something. "Now, my feet are stepping out." Yes, yes, the people of the Black Tower are rude, they don't pay attention to etiquette, they act arrogantly and throw the consequences on others...."

Far away, the sound was muffled.

She stayed under the lamp, not rushing to read the letter, but turned her gaze and stared at the blueprint. As a database, the blueprint is only a medium with history, although it is not profound, but it has a gateway to interpretation—the more you forget what you have learned, the more you can appreciate the meaning of the geometry in the diagram. I've been working with databases, and I believe that I can overcome the fact that writing. And now, at that time, Ai Candleno was not such a taciturn person.

She felt a little inexplicable, and wanted Ai Candleno to slap herself now, with more force than herself, it was the best.

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Out of the doorway, turn left, turn right, bend your feet and get tired.

The little sea god, sure enough, just like then, sat in the courtyard, crying quietly, as if promised to himself, not to disturb, not even crying can be an interruption.

First, the piece of jade appeared in the eyes of the little sea god first, followed by reading glasses, collarbones, hair, and lips.

In the end, she hugged her and kissed her as hard as she used to. She didn't like girls, she just couldn't think of any way to make Ai Candleno come again, or the ridicule she had at that time standing here. They can't do it, they have gone too far, too long, and even they are starting to be afraid.

It had just rained.

The little sea god wiped her mouth after calming down, in my eyes she was a cold girl, beautiful, kind, and remembered all the fools who passed through the year. But no, little by little, little by little, time has polished her to an incomparably smooth, even overly rounded. Oh my God, she's so sweet........

"I ......."

"Sorry, I didn't give you time. The Black Tower is my home, and I can't come here as often anymore to visit you. ”

"I didn't know they were gone......."

"yes, without any warning."

"Even the results...... It's sad too! ”

The temperature dropped, and the dress didn't fit her very well.

"Your Black Tower, under attack, we are trying to defend it, such a bad precursor. Unfortunately, this time the enemy is not the Black King, but I don't think there is much connection between them..."

"You took it apart?"

"You wish it was me."

Spread out your hands, I got Houttuynia cordata out of nowhere, reddish-purple. In the center of the palm, there is also a hole with a burning breath at a flat edge and perfect angle, which is very deep, and you can see the tendons. I jumped up in fright and screamed in anger.

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"It's the writer, it's what he wants to see, what he wants to take, but I took it back."

I was shocked to realize that at this time, the little sea god was not bright, haggard, and old.

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"Yes, you heard it right, he has appeared and returned."