"What is a jealous man?"

The girl's eyes were watery, and she moved the tip of the gun into the dust, embracing the coldness of the dusk sun. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Strabismus, strabismus.

The white cross spread its wings, walked on the tip of the spear, ran over the body of the spear, and felt this feeling, this materiality of the fur described in words, exploded in his veins, and his pores swelled.

The poetic brain sits upright on the throne and admires.

Slimmer than a gun, fatter than a body, arms crossing, and a vacuum cave appeared above the white cross's head.

Crackling.

The force grew up in the air, became an old man, and cut the column horizontally, because it was the moment of high-speed separation, the ears could hear the captured sound was three-dimensional, both the shouting of all things, and the sound intensity of waves.

She intended to divide the front into three strokes, a closed shape of sixteen corners, forty-eight absolute squares, and ten and five thousand......

A punch smashed into the shoulder and rubbed into the inside of the shoulder blade, and the white king finally touched the carbon-containing and flexible jade bone under the cool white skin.

....... Impossible graphics!

Knees stuck in the neck, suffocating.

The gun stretched wildly, and the sonic boom made the White Cross feel uncomfortable, so let's let go.

In the retreat, there were two people.

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Crackle———— crackle!

Quarks are not descriptions, they are people themselves.

In three battles, half of the temple collapsed.

The poet brain is very satisfied, and he deserves to be the king.

"You took Lu'er, and I left her on the other side, but you opened the door and went to meet her!"

The woman is angry, and the gun in her hand seems to be weak due to her emotions.

"You took away her creation, I separated Hitomi from me, I gave up even love..... You burn him again. ”

The woman was very sorry, and the gun in her hand must be laughing at this farce.

"You're a man, just a girl."

White Cross grinned, then frowned.

"Sneering, when you want to talk to me, don't think about others, I'm not concerned, I'm not "written", I'm just a girl. ”

"The writer separated you, and that was your plan?"

I was willing to do so, but the writer didn't seem to care if it was his plan or not, and didn't even think about it at all, and I was completely ignored. What, you want to be like me? I now let you know that this temple is my last bedroom and that I have nowhere to run. ”

"As her mother, you should be educated and mentored."

The gun is short.

A wall of soot stands.

I know right from wrong, and I feel ashamed that I am too radical and ridiculed.

Poetry brain thought.

"What do you want to know?"

She confronted the White Cross and began to try to organize the language, her lips disobedient, and she handed over Lu'er's name.

"Where is she?"

She confronted the ridicule and told the location.

She is a high-purity believer, "It is necessary to understand the level of her desires, otherwise, she will become the next Black King." "Go to her and tell her what the hierarchy of desires is." [See the article on the thinking level of the brain in the book "Gathering Different Walls", and for a more specific discussion, see "Introduction to the Work of Dreams" in "Dream Interpretation"]

The white king was very tired, gathered his four wings, dragged a long skirt, walked to the throne, called for the two heavy swords on the armrest, and tightened the iron chains that had sunk into the surface of the ancient clock, and the vines that grew into a net, "That's endless tenderness, motherhood, motherhood." "I don't know, I'm going to the library to collect materials again, and the "superego" still lacks relevant data, so I want to ask for it. "I'm annoyed, poetry brain, wake me up in the next dream tuo supplement, I want to gestalt myself."

The process of gestalt is very simple, it only needs to summarize and organize the meta-aspirations of the "self" in a unit of time.

Usually, the Black Cross is by my side.

I hope so, but I get shame.

What if we swapped roles and let me be a father again?

Will it be more tolerant of the discontent of the world? For my dissatisfaction? About my duties, accusations, rumors, legends, or even fairy tales?

Sneering silently walked out of the temple, looking at her outside the temple, a spear burned on his shoulder, pulling the light, the head of the spear in the light was cold, accompanied by a small space-time distortion of the mapped image, and a family crest was hidden on the left shoulder, so that the time to feel the unique awe and worship of the creation.

The Edipis complex, to be exact. [See "Beyond the Principle of Pleasure" and "Three Treatises on Sexology" for the explanation of the mother/father plot]

A snake-like affection, hometown crossed in the eyes, and the time was retreated, and the seven locks on his back were thrown into the depths of the shaking spine.

"Ouroboros, like her daughter, is a pure will."

I held the poetry brain and kissed it.

"I want the writer to apologize for me."

"My king, you are young."

"You're belittling the age of the entire dream world, and you're going to die an ugly death."

"I'm already hard to watch, this is the most common part of the novel."

My mouth is out of the poetic brain, I am clear, it is the original touch of "him", touch the tears, I smile.

"You're going to be with me, like the Black Cross, huh?"

"As I said."

The two embraced.

Mocking behind the pillars, stealing, listening, looking.

The most promiscuous dialogue in Shinto,Ah,It's really meaty hahaha。

After the heart and ridicule were finished, the light-level hired spearmen extinguished their dreams and went to drive.

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Abyss Pavilion.

The renovation was completed, more than 1,000 people were mobilized, the mass of the creation exceeded 100 tons, and the light steel structure was updated, but it still covered the original appearance of the upper house.

In the front door hall, the number of guests is hotter, because the writer visits, the unknown truth becomes the mainstream, and the restaurant sojourn and the family economy recover.

"A few people died in battle."

It became a place of pilgrimage because of different beliefs, because of the same prejudices.

"The writer is here!"

Lolita defended herself in front of the adults, and explained that her father Loraine poured out a lot of past events by the way. The adults seem to love to hear about her relationship with the Loraine family and her fur, much to the little girl's annoyance.

"We will miss him, Yuanyang worked, and thanks to your father. You also have a share of credit, you have maintained the status of the Black King, even if she is one of the dangerous beings. ”

Lolita began to let go of the grief and doubts in her heart, and in her opinion, there was nothing more heart-wrenching than the loss of her father. But now, the presence of the Black King made her heart ache even more, and the small glass of wine in her hand swayed, faintly distorting the hairpin on her face in the cup. The Black King cannot be judged completely because she has done things that cannot be defined. As the adult spoke, the flow lamp leaned over and handed over an egg roll, and the green onion looked bright and terrifyingly bright.

"The Black King.... The Black King did this with her own intentions, and I have no doubt that she has the ability to think for herself. If this is also an expression of the writer's will, the Black King is not the person I want to kill. Time is a self-creation, and it is also half responsible. I'm so confused, I don't have the ability to understand this matter at all....... Is there any theory or method that can alleviate my pain, and I will go out of my way to learn it, control it, and control it......"

"Lowe, sad, useful."

"Luel is like me, but I don't want anyone to be like me, at least, I don't want someone like me to be around. That's right, flow lights, right? ”

"Beautiful, useless."

There were only two people left in the room, and the adults went out. In the hallway, people went back and forth, shadows waving on the door, her eyes scanning the paper lantern, which presented another bowl of wine, in a new cheongsam. The cheongsam is translucent, and the two children also hang jade rings and cranes, accompanied by wooden watches in green shadows, and gold locks pressed on their shoulders. From it, Hui Shi's eyes turned red, like the surface of the skin that had been pressed, and Luo asked curiously: "It's always red, don't you feel uncomfortable?" ”

"It is the rule of the family that within a certain period of time after birth, we must prove that we are pure in blood and chaste."

The stream lamp looked up, and Qiange sat down with a long knife.

"Forgive me, my sister's assertions don't have the ability to abstract."

"Go out, feel free."

"I have written a lot about the book "Dream Book", but most of them were obtained from the White Cross, and I don't know if she has a habit of lying."

The long knife was slightly bent and placed on a wooden frame, and through the intricate paper door wall, the flowing lamp moved to Luo's position.

"Girl, you, object, love. Father, deceased, sad, comforted? ”

"No..... I can't..."

"Call me a ruffle."

Flowers?

"Flowing lights like kind people, and calling her that makes her even happier. The people from the construction department asked me to come over and help, and we had dinner in the front hall, and the dinner was a discussion on the reconstruction of Jiyuankaku, so if you are interested, please attend. ”

If that's the case, I'd like to hear about the alias of a thousand songs.

It seems that everyone's aliases don't tend to be simplified, and nickname in foreign languages is one, but there is no good-sounding component, but it participates in more emotional elements.

Aliases can make it easy to forget the original name, even if the meaning in the original name is deeper and more interesting.

She was upset because she couldn't remember her father's alias.

In the blink of an eye, the boy's footsteps faded into the noise.

"Thinking?"

I wasn't feeling comfortable at all, my heart rate was speeding up in the midst of worry.

"Stream lamp, if you can, let me offend..."

"Think!"

"Take me in...... Family crests are irrelevant, right? ”

The stream lamp may not have heard, just nodded, constantly, or, no sign of speaking.