The light of day fell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The eyes of the shaped bird can't be opened, and in the bright sky, there is a tower lamp. The tower lamp is extremely powerful, like a cross skylight in a cathedral, and the people in the center of the aperture will pull the shadow long, leaving a long skirt with a white cross in the dim center, and the skirt end will turn from red to dark snow, and people will watch.

The legs are in rhythm, and the movement is difficult to move forward.

The woman in the kimono carried a long knife, and the white jade of the tiger's mouth clanked, and she came out of the crowd with an embarrassed face.

Under the lamp, she untied her long hair, and the bright knife licked the dark scabbard, screaming loudly.

Above the snow-white dress, black hair falls.

People hear.

"You're derelict in your duties."

The man finally came out, his back, slippery in the steam, bandaged indiscriminately, and he could still see the red holes and dragon tooth wounds.

"Tell the story."

“...... Be. ”

She cut another handful, a meter long.

She held them in the palm of her hand, her wrists unable to bear the weight, and she slid down with a crying voice, her fingers bent as she tried to pull them back from the edge of the cliff.

"How many years has this been......"

"It's been a long time ago, I forgot."

Crash.

Her feet were shiny black.

With his neck propped up on his head, he prostrated on the silver chain of his collarbone, cutting through tiny droplets of water.

Tick.

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The woman's head fell, like a white plum nailed to the far wall of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, her shoulders were bare, she pulled her inner lining down violently, and the moment the eyes of the world opened and closed on the **, the man shook his head helplessly, and reached out to wipe her red flesh.

The woman is dignified again.

"It's so sad to give up your home."

"He's ....... Written by......"

"People of previous generations have heard legends."

"We're really...... Fortunate. ”

They embraced in the crowd, and the lights lit up, the blood-colored gear signs began to be seen frequently, and the wounded were mixed with sighs and roars as they were transferred, and the air was stained with a different smell because of this.

The stream lamp leaned against the corner, and the arm hung down from the stretcher that passed by with the smell of blood.

She was a little frightened and contradictory, and from time to time she looked up at Qiange, the only thing that seemed clear in the noise was his heartbeat.

She would rather close her eyes and listen, see, and touch.

The boy finally covered the head of the flowing lamp with his black robe, and looked at the second tower lamp gradually lit up at the bottom of the boat, the fine cry of the electric tungsten wire became clearer and clearer, and the flowing lamp squinted, looking at his brother's brows.

So, came a pair of hands.

The stream lamp in my arms covered my ears, near the warm thumb, and the little finger was hard and cold.

"We're sorry, but we still haven't had a chance to get your family to protect our home."

"Extreme Abyss Pavilion, huge, incompetent, normal."

Someone woke up with a handful of snot in my arms. For the rest of his life, a small disgust seemed to be a great satisfaction, and it seemed to make people jealous. Qiange slapped the girl's back, through the clothes, the blurred red eyes, the ancient totem, the eyes of the world, were staring at the corner of the sky.

"Family crest... lit up. ”

"Go home....... Peace of mind, peace of mind. ”

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The torii gate is dark and red.

In front of the temple of the collapse of time, people in twos and threes, surrounded by white and black.

Oh my God, that's a different species.

Sure enough, it's beautiful ugly, cunning sincerity.

The highest descriptive language.

God, faith.

[Hidden Poetry Brain].

[Poetry Corner].

The black cross was caressed up and down by people's eyes, remembering the birds in the cage, or the muscles of the thighs under the white clothes.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and threw down her hands, begging people to stop talking or observing.

"I haven't... No... Complete...."

His face was crimson, his palms covered his eyes, and his arms were clasped in tattered black cloth.

"Don't ....... Go and see. ”

Memorize handwriting.

The little sea god hides aside, and the appearance of too abstract figures will inspire fear in the heart. Because I can't think about it, they're kings, creatures that the creation world talks about but doesn't talk about. For a long time, the king has only the highest level of legendary quantity, and there has never been too much description of the order of magnitude above the king.

Languages above them are scarce.

How do you describe a writer?

Mysterious?

Taboo?

Or a long string of adjectives?

Or are they legends and stories with a novel sense of form?

Or use your eyes to confirm it, look at the ruin on their bodies, look at the hearts that are close to us under the decay of the past, and the wriggling looks, and think that this is a merciful slip of mind.

Three-degree mesh.

Where is the seammy bird?

The corners of the Black King's mouth were removed.

Discussion flows.

George declined the inquiries and struck up a conversation with the black robes.

The trial was interrupted and the execution was carried out on another day.

The Eyes of the World are closed.

Family visits.

The man picked up the black king, threw it into the cage, and hung it on the top of the hall, and the bronze bell thundered and rang.

Seammy is there!

Myalgia.

The seammy bird painfully witnesses the Black King jumping up and down in the cage.

Someone pulled away from the scene.

It's okay.

It's okay........

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Lull was banged against the wall, and it was fine, she said.

"I want to see Lu'er, that's it..."

"You're talking?"

"My ushersman just woke up... I'm a little angry, I want to see you..."

Gently unbutton the button and the petite noses strike each other.

"You're becoming more and more like her, things in the mirror, you've seen another "me", in my home, remember? ”

The opponent's veto has no weight.

Lu'er exposed her upper body, and she noticed the unresolved palm marks on the other party's face. Moving his legs, the newly changed kimono was still warm, and it swayed between the legs, yang red, stone blue, wood brown, purple lips, gray gray, tending to neutral colors. The lining fell out, his arm was covered, and the knots on his head were loosening, and Lolita doubted that she could be pardoned.

"You like her?"

There were still two arms on the wine cabinet, and in the blink of an eye, it was attached to the head, and it shook drunk.

Someone found the reserve of the rib in my belly and tried to poke it, and the best way seemed to be to quickly go down and I was captured.

"Isn't that weird?"

I crouched down, ducked in the pendulum, and pushed her away.

"You said something excessive."

"I don't know it's excessive, I can't do that..... I'm not your man! I don't have what you want, you're just doubting me! ”

Fade to half of the hem to hold.

"You're like that."

On a physical body, an embarrassing head is inlaid with a rich and changing skin and lips.

"A bowl of bar?"

Lu'er shuddered, her eyes full of the messy bedding and red tent behind the girl.

“........ Be. ”