The firelight became a second source of light after the sun, pulling the shadows of the clouds from the western horizon and imprinting them on people's hearts. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of the buildings in the Dream Realm are implanted with [Detachment from Destiny]. Five-colored wings flew up, clutching their heavy bodies and rushing to the edge of the void.

Running in the crowd, the distance between people is a little longer.

It's like a mom, and it's like a dad.

The airship was full of people who had not yet mastered the art of self-propelled boat creation, but they did not expect the crowd to be surrounded by low breathing and tiny weeping.

[The dream world is not lacking in everything. We need technology, we need things, we need spirit, we need home. The only thing that exists here is the concept of commodity trading with active agents and technology. The active agent is the equivalent, and it is the platform and foundation to compete with those who have the core creation technology.

It is blood, tears, squeezed from within our bodies, and from the depths of our spirit. 】

The crowd began to get crowded and sticky.

The night was boiling, and the girl was worried.

The Great Library dimmed, the lights closed into their troughs, the delicate gears turned into bits and pieces, and George and Lorain fled in a hurry, the glass bottles at their waists clanging.

Hitomi carefully tests the activity of his heart and confirms that it will not extinguish the energy of the pair in an emergency.

Lolita and Field were left hugging each other, long hair and short hair handing over, and the huge airbag of the self-propelled boat was being generated.

Men, women, children, adults, shirts, trousers, cheeks, lips, ears, eyes, snorting into the few self-propelled boats on the platform, lost and on the battlefield of hope.

At this moment, the dream world, when the sun is lost.

The efficiency of creation has dropped by 80 percent.

This means that the core technology of creation is invaluable, and the creator is reduced to decoration.

***

Even if we have everything, we can't have non-existence. What exists will be created, but it will never be found, and even its core technology has not been recorded. Do you know? It is likely that the Dream Book hid the essential technology of creation. 】

"You are going to the Upper Realm, and safety is the number one priority."

"I want to know what's going on!"

"When the time comes," Lolita bit the man's back before leaving, and the corners of their clothes fluttered.

"I'll explain."

The cross, the chest, the placket, the collarbone, the silver chain, the black and white, the ground, wow, ripped open their tear ducts.

As senior researchers, they knew they were the only ones who hadn't made it to the front line of Dreamground. The moment when the sense of mission stirs in my heart is also the moment when tears come out of my eyes.

The girl stood in place, looking at her father without looking back, like a window flower that could not be pasted halfway through a paper cut.

The girl put down the scissors, the sharp edge of which was bright, and wanted to pierce what had taken away her father.

Incomparably strong taste, sweet, sweet.

Parting, parting, knives, tips, wounds, blindness, black, doctors, little birds, squeaks screwed on the nose with the heart.

***

[She's a selfish person? 】

At that time, White Cross still liked to rest in the corner of the wall, and Lu'er had already raised her little hand to make a cylinder, and asked the shrinking pupil this question. Seeing that the two of them were sneaky, Yumedian stood up a little strangely, but this action made the two stop discussing. She asked Luer if she had done something wrong that caused everyone's discussion and misunderstanding, and Luer said no. To be honest, she wasn't very good at this either, she just wanted to know what kind of mind Yumedian, the little man who lived in the world of legends, had. In short, we can't just let go of the problem, let alone run away from it.

Do you know the secrets of the dream world created by the writer?

I don't know.

Do you know your own secrets as the Creator?

The writer knows, and I'm eager to ask, it seems super contradictory.

It turned out that the dream book was not clear, she was the one who could not read this information in the record, and she would rather ask than ponder it herself. In the sense, it's just a "lazy thing".

How did you create your dreams in the first place? Didn't the writer give you life, that's a good thing?

I can only run the dream realm, I don't know why. Lu'er, you're a dream, a creator, I think you can find the answer.

White Cross is really like a child, obviously so mature in the temple of consciousness, but now it is like this, it seems that I don't know how to do it.

But anyway, Mom, my wish came true, only half of it, which I only recently learned.

I hope there won't be any accidents in the dream book!

***

Man must be selfish. 】

Loren crouched as the tram passed the collapsed power pole, as if in anticipation.

George's creation technology is worthy of its name, and complex structures such as the internal combustion engine can also be placed in a short period of time, and the degree of understanding is no less than that of the "shape bird" - one of the masters of the Black Tower's creation sequence, and a devout disciple of science.

The sun is much dimmer, and the daylight looks like a lack of sleep, but it is actually a diffuse malnutrition. It won't be long before the active agents needed to maintain the internal combustion engine will reach their limits, and the dream world will be no different from reality, and even the core technology will not be able to create creations. He knew that Luo Lan was worried, not only about his dreams, but also about his daughter's safety.

Where the gateway can't be built, it's terrible.

The mastermind of the attack knows the way to seal the dream world, and the sun is not as simple as being created.

People should have doubted the role of the sun a long time ago.

"Don't worry about being angry, there's still a lot to do later."

"When you're old, your temper won't get much better."

The last time I was at the entrance of the White Tower, I was in a vivid state of mind, and the internal combustion engine was even more cheerful.

***

[I believe she is not, even if she is taken as.] 】

It's embarrassing to say such a thing in front of a girl.

Luer is the second dream body that I have led to the dream world, so I can't treat her with the feeling that the first dream body is leaving, this is a sin, it is a sin called "lying".

It's not because of the time when she sat on the castle tower and sang in her early years, she had a different mood, emotion, or memory for me.

I can't remember exactly what it was like when I was a baby. But I'm sure I still trust her on this issue. I'm looking for evidence or something, but after a long time, I'm still the same, empty-handed.

You asked me if I had ever been in a dream before?

I'll be honest, yes.

Are you worried about whether I will be sad?

No, it won't.

She left because she had found happiness, found the ultimate depths of her wishes, the wishes that were hidden behind her wishes. I admired her courage, marveled at her wisdom and beauty, and envied her freedom and impermanence. In you, I see her shadow, and I believe that is my happiness.

What kind of person is Yumedian?

What she likes to eat, what she likes to play, what kind of men she likes, what kind of memories she likes.

What kind of self do you like?

However, now the dream world is approaching reality.

She's changed.

[Kindness is its opposite, we can create goodness, but we can't erase the fact that Yumedian is the king of dreams [God]. Why the King? Why [Emperor]? 】

***

Lolita pulled Luer. The houses in the air overhead, the dim light swept over the crowd, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke.

The swaying of the cross on the chest grew louder, heavier, denser, and dimmed.

White Cross, Black Cross, Loraine, George, Lu'er, Shrinkage Pupil, Lighthouse, Black Gate, White Dragon, Database, these people hit the field of vision several times welding the direction of the pupils.

The main hall of the library threw off the dragon wings, and the eight wings moved in unison, and the outer wall even overflowed with dragon scales. The iron lantern hung in the air, swaying itself contemptuously, trying to illuminate the sky, with its own light alone.

Collins columns, chains, bluestone slabs, cracks, foundations, gables, keels, wing membranes, mercilessly pulled away from the bosom of the earth.

The shadow set off a commotion in the crowd, and she felt that everyone's forehead and eyes were glowing.

The palm of his hand clenched Lu'er's index finger, and the dragon wings flowed through countless heads with a faint confusion, could it be that the building also had its own mind?

"Give up Platform One!"

Shrinking eyes poured out from the crowd in front of them, wrinkled up and down, and so did their faces.

"Too many people?"

The two stood up.

"There are too few airships."

It's a pity that before the breathing is calm, the ears are sensitively grabbed.

There was a loud bang in the west, beating the earth and beating the sky.