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Those words fell off the air, so thin that they couldn't grasp or pinch.

But people can see that under the majestic side face, wearing jewelry made of guilt.

The mystery is in the center, with the darkness of the fire in the back.

Sober on both sides, clasp your hands, and humbly close the invitation.

"Please read them."

The poet pulled his body out of the [White Gate], nagging about his own experience, the history of reaching the pure upper realm from the battlefield of dust, and the corners of his mouth poured smoke, that was a line.

"If you don't read it, I can't help it. I hate torture, I love guessing. ”

The blood stains in the cage dragged all the way forward, passing through a long corridor of light and dark, candlesticks with swaying witchfires, thin screens, and iron ropes.

"You're putting yourself under house arrest and making me sad."

She put away the "Dream and Sample Collection Contract" in her hand, and the corners of her eyes jumped upward, with the breath of Chen Yun.

"The time has failed, you and it are just samples of the writer, and he doesn't care about you. The entire front door and the front hall on the first floor of the Abyss Pavilion have been destroyed, and if you let you out, you will only be slaughtered, and this is the place you should call "home". ”

"Home is outside, home is on the outskirts of dreams."

"Look, she's talking something unbelievable again."

She closed the book, curled her eyebrows, and ran away from the argument in the council, the characters spiraling down and following the edge of the long brown hair, out the door.

The next day's trial also ended as scheduled and carefree.

On the third day, the council met with the White Cross, the supreme being of the dream world, and decided on the judgment of the throne woman, the "Fierce Sun", which dragged on for a long time, and the people became uneasy.

Due to the fact that she has an audit agenda that cannot be reached by the law, "Fierce Sun" is the exception and needs to be supported by a separate code, and if necessary, a new code needs to be created to identify what she did and who she is.

And today, at the deliberations, people see her shadow - those dream slayers who have been lost in the Black Tower.

The white cross sat in the center, holding the pendant of the black cross in the palm of his hand, the identical cross. She looked at her in the palm of her hand, couldn't help but touch her, and blamed her, blamed. Those unconscious guilt.

The black cross sat aside, deliberately vacating a chair, and looked through the white clothes. She wanted to sit down, but for the sake of face, she couldn't help resisting in her heart, her forehead was wet, her palms had never dried, and even between her legs seemed to be slippery. I can't help but think about it, White Cross is wearing a skirt today, with tiny shoulders, gray-green stockings, a bright crown, and the bottom part, bare ankles, and she has no habit of wearing shoes. The white cross swinged*** In the middle of the mistake, I noticed that she was wearing a red and black wrist strap around her ankles, a group of silent little bells. She looked at my burning cheeks, pointed to the bell, and cast her ears toward the sky, in the typical elven shape.

"What, you're fascinated?"

I was afraid that all eyes would come to me.

"Nervous about what? The child does not know that the body can be appreciated, and that is a failure of the parents. The writer didn't say that you also planned without permission? ”

"I failed.... I extinguished the sun. ”

"Hey, it's her," she said, sitting down beside her, she raised her hand and twisted my head, and I felt the heat of her earlobes, and the smell of her mouth flowed between her mouths. It's the responsibility of "Fierce Yang", and you want to exonerate her? Well, even so, I'll allow it. I allow you to do what you like, like you last time in the delivery room? ”

"No...... I like it too much. ”

I looked down at the diamond hanging from her chest, the pendulum-shaped epaulettes, it was an unusually cute girl.

"Where?"

The other party looked puzzled, she didn't know the difference between precious and rare before, and now she is.

I could only shake my head.

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The Senate is adjacent to the Temple of Collapsed Times.

The former is responsible for production, while the latter is suitable for processing.

Looking from the top floor of the Collapse Temple, you can see that one black and one white are sitting in each other's arms.

"Can you see clearly?"

"Myopia, not very clear....."

Luo narrowed his eyes and blushed suddenly.

"Hey! Are you laughing at me! ”

"Myopia optical lenses require corresponding creation knowledge, and sophisticated creation structures can be produced."

"It's not the same as the lighthouse lens, isn't it?"

Luo was very disappointed, his eyes fell, and he fell to his heart.

Even with the best glasses for myopia, I can't see my father's appearance.

That's the saddest part.

"It is said that the Council is unable to make a judgment because her creation is not a creation of the Will, and there is no record of similar events in the current legal code."

"Wait, there are no similar events in history?"

"It's just a word of mouth, but there's no guarantee it's not a story."

Lowe was furious, and the whole person was hot, and Luer tasted it, worried about Grandpa George.

"Writer, can the writer be judged?"

Lull asked herself.

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"No one...... Able to judge the writer. ”

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Hitomi closed her mouth, her eyes dodging, for fear of being caught.

This is the most majestic and guilty thing I have ever said in this life.

[But under the majestic side face, wearing jewelry made of guilt. 】

She said it to me, and "she" said it to me.

And so far, if the white-skinned girl who is being judged can agree with me, then perhaps the one who can judge the writer now should come.

Where are we going?

"Why?"

"The place of light of the writer, there is no record, no history, no one has seen it. It is the Garden of Eden, located above the maternity ward. I..."

Why pause?

"It's those people, there have been people, trying to find out who the writer really is. The Creator knows that matter can be infinitely divided and infinitely integrated, and that man cannot describe what he has not seen, nor can he imagine the existence of transcendence. These are the end of this world, the dream world, from which the writer built the dream world. If someone can find out the place of the writer by means of records, it can only be done by "gods" who violate the logic of life. But what part of us is like God? ”

"Writer..... It can't be a god, right? In this way, our logic should be stronger. Because..... It's a little strange, I can't say ......."

"The writer must design the dream world according to logic, otherwise how can he know that his design is correct?"

"Or, his logic is stronger?"

"But it's always possible to achieve a backward approach, which is a reversible process."

"Again..... He creates dreams according to pure chance? Logic does not exist, and if you want to fill the position of "logic", you can do it with only our individual logic. ”

Hitomi frowned, this was different from what the record said.

But what could it be if it wasn't written?

Ahead, Lu'er, my second dreamer, a child, and Lolita's friend. Qiange and Liulan are brother and sister, looking at me on the edge of the guardrail, the edge of the temple of collapsed time, those tiles flicker, the clouds are still warm and thick.

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"Who is the writer of the dream record?"

"Mainly, the black cross and the white cross are responsible."

Luo turned around and looked at the center of the Senate.

Could it be that my father's death also came about in a strange logic? If it was purely accidental, who arranged the necessary causes and conditions for the father's death? As my dream body, it was also purely accidental? Is the black and white cross a selective account, or an honest paraphrase?

In the center of the chamber, the girl was also looking this way, her scarred spine crooked her lips and a few tears.

"I'm going to see the White Cross, I have to go once, there's so much confusion here, I don't like it."

The girl spread her hands and searched for everyone's attention. The moon suddenly brightened, and someone placed a light on it.

"We'll have to wait until the end of the review."

Qiange pulled the flowing lamp and stayed away.

"It's just right, thank you for this moonlight, you can take something out of this shadow."

Lu'er was puzzled, and the shadow of the active agent flashed.

"It's not an active agent or anything like that."

Lu'er's mind went blank, and the flowing lights drew elegant lines.

An egg, weighed.

It wasn't until Hitomi Shaki's gaze made contact with the egg that he realized where the problem was heading. Suddenly, I saw some fragmentary film grids, the place of light, the throne, the spirit of time, the time, the egg, the transcendent existence.

A great idea, at the moment, wake up.