The little hand waved and hit the wall of the cup, and the world that bent by was not real at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When you're tired, sit down and rest for a while.

It's not my fault either, there are no characteristics to judge in the first place.

That's it, right?

The girl pressed the glass on the small saucer, her huge pupils crossed her face, and a pair of trembling calves could be seen. The interweaving and intersecting of small things and huge things is really interesting to the boy.

The white cross on Mengdian's arm attracted the girl's gaze, and the moment her little hand caressed the rim of the cup and her eyelashes shook up and down, she heard a slight cry.

"Crying, fault."

"Dream Dian, it's confirmed."

"Return, immediately?"

"A place of light, other dreams."

The crooked world began to change, and the crying gradually subsided, and this time it was Hitomi's turn to focus on her. At the same time, the atmosphere in the cubicle began to change.

"We can make a deal."

The boy suddenly changed his usual way of speaking, and pressed the small cup in his hand on the tan wooden level, smiling.

"Oh . . . That one.. Miniaturized pupils? ”

Lolita looked a little pleased, and for some reason, the corners of her mouth rose softer than usual.

"What's the content?"

"Let's join the Lost Freemasonry." The girl didn't hesitate much, and between the corners of her mouth closing together, Mengdian had already stood up, waving her little hand again, but beating out Lolita's smile.

"Yes."

"Our purpose is to be the last generation of dreamers, to find the lost Freemasonry. The whole deal is to share all that we know. ”

The boy looked at the wooden table beside him, and amid the flickering candlelight, he realized the purpose of the two.

"Welcome to join~"

"Thank you~"

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The small cup containing Yumedian swayed, and Hitomi squinted her eyes so that the angry little face in her eyes would not be too conspicuous.

It's not the first time I've been lost, but fortunately, someone has picked you up, and you should be happy, where are you complaining so much.

"You... A sucker! ”

Yumedian panicked, and the scream of a black cross sounded in her ears, and she listened, watched. Memories are deep in the center of one's body, above the heart. The eyes in the cracks, the hands that grew larger, and the soft cheeks on the wet black cross.

"You don't know who hit me with my idea!"

The faint vibration of the eardrum pulls the shrinking pupil back to reality.

"Sanctuary of Consciousness! I told you, don't put my brain at risk again! The corners of his mouth seemed to be split, soaked with the echo of Mengdian's crying voice.

"It's not my strategy to dodge, and it's not your mission to cover up." In the distance, the two looked at the abstract paintings on the walls of the café, over and over again, trying to find the story inside.

Mengdian had nothing to say, blushing, reaching out to pull up the hem of his gothic skirt suddenly, and the white thighs shone "above" so that the shrunken pupil hurriedly lowered his head, looking at the colorful tiles on the floor of the compartment, the two of them outside must be waiting for him.

"I'm annoyed, do you have to be me so you can make me swallow fresh air? Damn the cup! ”

She felt a little bohemian, and even a little suspicious of seducing others. It's really annoying, the dream body is also a stupid kind of human being, do you have to do that to know what I mean? Although it was only an impulsive act for a while, she did not feel any guilt, and in the book, she condensed it into three sentences, and there was no dignity at all. That kind of "dignity" is based on the role it plays, right? One day, when people no longer care about their dreams, she will disappear from this world into a forgotten corner, right?

Between turns, Yumedian shyly climbed onto his arm, hid behind his long white hair, and whispered softly.

"Say it..."

"Just kill you?"

"Humph!"

Lu'er looked at the shrinkage of the eyes with a flushed face, and simply thought that he was just a little tired from washing the cups.

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Sunset and evening are the most beautiful things.

Lu'er muttered to herself, her hand inadvertently pulling on the fingertips of the shrunken eyes.

Lolita followed the two of them, and the "Dream Book" in her hand felt much lighter.

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"Qiange, I came to visit, and I feel very honored to hear that the eldest lady is the daughter of Mr. Roland." The stream lamp on the side folded his hands and bowed his head slightly to show respect.

"It seems that the reputation of Freemasonry cannot be concealed by the world. Our parents, who were members of the Lost Freemasonry, came here to find out. The boy's tone was very calm, and there was no emotion to be seen.

"Subordinate members of the Black Tower, theoretical pendulum. Is he a real human being? ”

As soon as the word Black Tower came out, it immediately attracted the attention of Hitomi Shrinking.

"The number of secrets in the Black Tower is not within the range I can imagine, I really don't know this."

..。

"The theory pendulum . . . Black Tower. ”

In the mirror, Lolita holds her chin in her hand, staring at her appearance, thinking about the place of light.

Compared to the latter, she was more aware of what Qiange was looking for. What is his introducer? What will her place of light be? A litany of questions had been brewing from the moment they appeared. Sure enough, the reason why Dad rarely went out of the door was somewhat related to the phenomenon of the place of light, and Lu'er's dream body was also an interesting phenomenon.

She begins to change in the mirror, with white wings, flocks of birds, butterflies, shattered skin, and a black and white cross hanging from her chest.

She had long been accustomed to it, and she didn't know what her other self really wanted.

It's like this every time, using beauty and withering to interpret her, this kind of "silence" is a bit excessive.

Isn't that also an interesting phenomenon?

"The Black Tower."

The white cover on the bookshelf was illuminated by candlelight, which woke up the little man inside, and Lolita trembled, watching Mengdian show half of her head, as if she had seen a huge star, playing with it.

"Lolita?"

"I'm sorry to call you out so late."

"It's fine. The morning glow here has just appeared. ”

As soon as her hair soaked in the paper went up, Yume Dian swam towards the edge of the page, and then went ashore.

"I want to ask... Something about the Black Tower. I'm not very... ”

Yumedian slowly wrung out his hair, seemingly not listening.

"Secret!"

She jumped on Lolita's outstretched hand, walked up to her shoulders with her hands flat and balanced, and smelled the scent of her hair.

"Yumedian?"

"Turn a page."

She did so, saw it, and was a little overwhelmed.

[Blacktower: Most of the people who live and study the Dream Makers are madmen who have volunteered to destroy the Migration Gate structure of the Place of Light after spending a considerable amount of time in the dream world. The Dream Slayer's Paradise. The poetic organization of the Sleepy Brain Temple has three branches: the school of phenomenal reconstruction, the school of imagery plasticity, and the school of symbolic warfare. 】

"Since there is a black tower, there is a corresponding white tower."

She flipped the pages, and Yumeden saw her slightly trembling lips.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm worried..." The page was closed, and Mengdian lay in the center of her palm, turning over mischievously, her soft fingers were really different, much more comfortable than the bed she had made. "Daddy will not be the Black Tower..."

"What about you?"

She slowly got up and pointed to the page.

[White Tower: The occupants study the medium of dream exorcism, and a small part of them are the imagery plastic school that migrated from the Black Tower. Most of them are scholarly thinkers who have not long been in the place of light. The Holy Land of the Dream Exorcist. Be aware of the theological organization of the temple. There are two subordinate branches: the school of order and the school of perceptual war. 】

"Take Lu'er, and I'll tell you about the history of the Dream Body." Lolita was surprised and heard the next sentence.

"After learning about the other world, you can choose to quit the Place of Light...

Her hands froze, her eyes fixed on the white cross on the dream-bodied gothic dress, trying to swallow it into her eyes.

"Just tell me."

She looked at Lolita and added.