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The trial has two meanings.

Impartial judgment.

"And, mad truth."

It was the true dragon's roar, the pure extreme, the sensual valley, the intellectual firmament.

Tearing off his name, the back and head double horns frantically covered the outer wall of the cage, splashed out of those fragile pieces of iron, turned the profile cracked, spiraled forward rapidly, reached the girl's ear, smashed into the red poppy, the petals showed an ellipse, space oscillation, space output, mother red forest.

"Repeat my question." The end of the white gothic dress is adorned with red poppy white veins, and it alone blooms with a sense of eternal old life. "Can you confess, mine, [existential]?"

"Damn, yes, existential!"

The still intact dragon head bit the dark stigma, and the scale in the sound exploded, collapsing down through the eardrum, and the white cross could barely hear it. From a distance, the seven locks are collinear and tilt-shifting, the back is staggered, and the bones are metamorphosed. Oh? can still reinvent itself, wasn't it the limit state before, and the [Living Grave] back then was not so cunning. Counted as the object of study, the white cross skimmed off the blood condensation splashing in front of him, the palm of his hand froze the brow of time, and the droplets changed direction and slammed into the ground.

【Symptomatic】...

"A new name."

"No, there's nothing stupid enough to have someone else do it for it. We are responsible for discovering, abandoning obligations, and passing on the spirit. ”

The scabbard of the short knife is simple and elegant, wrapped with Buddha beads, square gems, blood-red diamonds, lily petals, and the first feather of the phoenix. On the way back, the structure of the blade was already discovered, and it was impossible to detect it.

"Before it is unsheathed, the shape of the blade is determined by itself. No, you don't..."

The girl jumped lightly, and small white droplets fell into the dragon's eye.

Worry about?

The blade is closed, enters directly from a 40-degree angle obliquely below the lombok, licks past the brow bone, subcutaneous tissue, nerve endings, capillaries, and next to the core of cell differentiation, and bends into the hypothalamus part of the brain.

"In less than a second, clear of all pain, Elysium."

The blade of the knife reveals the mandible, and the location is in the center of the right angle, passing through the straight line of most of the skull, and it is revealed!

Exhaled in horror, mixed evenly, the gas swelled, and the corners of the skirt rippled conspicuously.

Inside and outside the cage, they are the same as the world.

I finally understood what the pain of this world was, and it was not a concept, not a scope of language. On the contrary, a person has gone through the baptism of life for a long time, but in the end he has inherited the glory and experience that he deserves by others. The self becomes blank, as if it has not been experienced, as if it has not come out of the womb, the birth canal, the dark infancy.

Meaning, ambiguity, understanding, deprivation.

The simple translation is: history with a tendency to perish.

When I understood that the most extreme happiness in this world came from the flesh, although cheap and counterintuitive, seeing countless images flickering, and the illusion of montage projection pouring out.

Gender.

Origin sidenote.

Socialize.

Escape the core.

Raw ash.

Flickering witchfire.

The dragon head in front of the girl swung over, lying down peacefully, the obedience left in her eyes was so shining, bright and bright The other two ends, too, slept peacefully, leaving the "mastermind" active, and the will was stable and white. The deep blood is open, opening around the dragon's body, just like the previous fairy tale of light and shadow, spreading the mother's tone as follows:

【therewasacrookedman，andhewalkedacrookedmile】

【hefoundacrookedsixpenceagainstacrookedstile】

【heboughtacrookedcat，whichcaughtacrookedmouse】

【andtheyalllivedtogetherinalittlecrookedhouse.】

[You don't need to translate English at this level, right?] Excerpt from "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes"]

When the poppy falls all over the body, it is like growing luxuriantly over all generations of Jiahua. The cage is hidden in the flowers, and time has passed, which is a thing of the past.

It woke up like a newborn, and when it learned the color of the moonlight, it flapped its broad dragon wings, and every muscle worked so harmoniously that even if the three heads went back and forth, they could not find the scars they had left in their dreams. Is it a dream, one end asks the other. I don't feel like it, I think left and right, and my eyes look at the "mastermind", seeking answers.

Dragon's eyes shimmer to draw light.

The dazzling struggle of the dome of the interrogation.

The opening rhythm is moving, and the ups and downs are sprinkled with lazy wolves.

It's just a dream, look, nothing happens.

Yes, no.

Yes, indeed.

Both ends are satisfied with the visit, and the last objection is left to be eliminated.

"Nope."

In the end, where do we come from.

The dragon's tail is sturdy, supporting the majestic body of the time, close to the throne, the style of the Gaozhi period, with simple straight lines, participating in the intricate patterns before the time of carving, embellished with countless dusk yellow leaf veins. He turned to the side and looked at the surface of the throne where the brass pocket watch was placed, and so far, no one has taken the seat.

It was the absence of a king, and it was suddenly lonely, and the brass pocket watch was stagnant in fright.

There are no kings in history?

"Yes."

The eyes of the "mastermind" rotated at high speed, as if with the air flow of the eyelashes, and the iris switched into the night vision of the "world", and the white, dim yellow and white - the little person sitting on the back. Behind him there are four wings, scattered, moon, gathering, speech. She was so holy that the three heads could not find the corresponding memory materials in their imagination, and most of the missing memory clues appeared, which were connected by the white cross.

Alert connection on tic image.

"You yourself are the king. And I'm your mother. After birth, you have been asleep for a long time, and the moment I wake you up, I must be here, harnessing majesty, with you. ”

The girl laughed movingly, and when she took it, the dragon's scales opened and cut into the wind, whining and chirping.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, at home, always safe."

Still laughing, I can't tell anything, one end admires the harmony of the sky and the stained glass falls to the ground, everything is ups and downs, and there is a head that has the idea of sharing the beautiful scenery, and I hear the body echo and complain, too hidden and camouflaged.

There is no doubt when it is taken.

The anomalous shrinkage of the hypothalamus, which had been hidden for a long time, was gone.

"Forever.... Safe. ”

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The large plaque, [Extreme Abyss Pavilion], flowed out countless people, reaching the sky.

Stand here.

Thinking about these things in a daze.

Yes, you can't force it, the shrinking eye is not someone else's, figure it out, don't make mistakes. Oh, and when you get through the door, you'll have to let Miss Lull first... What is her real age, and the dream body in the dream world will be the best physical time period, I can't forget.

There are a lot of lights under the big plaque.

A drizzle is woven inside the large plaque.

A lifetime of performance.

It is a ballad left over from ancient times, three small sentences, which comes from the most spoken words and the structure of predicates and particles in people's conversations. Without excluding the consideration of imagery, the meaning of the first two sentences is quite vague, but I like this kind of world.

The front door lobby is dozens of meters deep, and the golden silk nanmu supports several tons of heavy bucket arch roof trusses, and the back shadow is the guest area. The group lined up in a straight line, avoiding the crowds on the left and right, and then stood in front of the red table.

Raising his eyes, the red table stands without feet, there are women in kimonos keeping accounts, and women in Hanfu shuttle through the center of the front door, lively and lively.

Lolita recognized one of them, although she was reluctant, but she never thought that such a coincidence was due to the exhaustion of her imagination after all. This is also the reason for the decline in the quality of creation, she hid the rough bow figure on her head, and sighed to herself.

"Night Tranquility, four people, can you?" The woman's face was elegant, smiling, hidden, colorful, and silent for a few seconds. Lolita nodded, asking if there were separate rooms. The girl stood aside and pulled out the last vial of the active agent, making the other person brow open in surprise and cover her mouth and moan. "This, that is, means, that you can live for a long time if you accept it, depending on you. After three days, if the jade liquid does not damage the autumn light, the guests can live for a long time, and wish to open a bowl of gods. Only two people heard this sentence, and the woman's voice was like a bell, but she didn't open her mouth, and her movements were careful.

Big red lanterns, slender palace lamps, arranged at the end of the long tail of the red table, people scattered everywhere, and the upstairs is brightly lit.

She noticed that the rice paper of the lantern was depicting moving frogs, cranes, old men, young children, clear-faced monsters, and eyed snakes. For the first time, oriental culture became vivid and magical in her eyes, no less than mythology and epic. I don't know if the quill is still in the old man's hand, reading glasses, well, he has never been confused, but he still likes to wear it. Just like this painting, I don't know how to converge, the quaint, the new vision.

The woman clasped her hands together, and by the time she opened her palm, the key had already condensed, and she could see that the bronze liquid had not dried on it.

"A little respect, willing to get the heart of the circle, the meaning of the square."

Hitomi was standing right behind Field, and Lolita pulled Lu'er to admire the straight chopsticks, long sticks, and knives.

She bowed, knelt up, the kimono merged with the shrine maiden costume, and the head appeared with six hairpins, jadeite, and soft face. Such elegance is a rare etiquette in my hometown.

Lou finally turned around.

"What a beautiful sister."

"She's a hundred years old," she told secretly. "But it doesn't matter, most of the people who come to the Extreme Abyss Pavilion understand the rules, so children can make mistakes, and adults can also insist on themselves."

On the red table, the new black and green Hanfu was changed, and inadvertently, people had already taken a shift, and the candles were still red.

Walk up the stairs for one last look.