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To be precise, it was printed on the ground, a huge slap print covering every part of the navy blue floor tiles. In the cracks, you can see the wonderful traces of countless small palm prints, their petite size, outlining the panicked footprints of the eight-eyed strange beast, all the way to the edge of the Doric pillar of the temple that the Siren had climbed earlier, and disappeared into a thick mist.

The location of the temple in the Black Tower has always changed slightly in the dream world, because the force field in the dream world is also shifting with the periodic changes in the gravitational field, and the three temples are often close to each other, and occasionally some white doves can be seen traveling between different temples.

The battle went all the way to the edge of another temple.

Chiba Cao's creation ability is really strong, she didn't add anything oppressive to her body, but just with those little black hands, as well as her own fingers, she pressed the eight-eyed beast back again and again.

George's impressive scene is the calmness of Chiba when she was pierced by the snake's head, the moment her body was shattered by the snake's head, her palm still drew one beautiful circle after another in the air, it was a dance, a dance with the enemy.

Then, when she jumped next to the head of the eight-eyed strange beast, the body of the thousand leaf grass returned from the bubble to the arm attached to the palm, and the black palms created a [one], and the invisible force directly pierced the upper part of the big mouth of the eight-eyed strange beast, and the dark blue blood leaked out of this active reservoir like waves, until the surface of the stone slab was dyed with a faint layer of black, and the forty-eight palms had already constructed a white circle, a black circle, and two small dots, one black and one white, on the object under the woman.

The eight-eyed beast kneeling on its knees from the pattern came to the square in front of the temple of the Phenomenal Reconstruction School in a second, and the huge kinetic energy firmly pressed it to the ground, and the flesh and blood of the snake's head splashed out blurrily, like a flower blooming on the ground.

[2 Style]

Like a disemboweling cannon, he threw the opponent out of his own "field" and played his own "force".

There is still a useless one, but the thousand leaf grass is exhausted.

The right half of the body of the eight-eyed strange beast was still rippling with the "style" in the woman's hand, and the secondary circuit frantically repaired its broken muscle structure, but found that it was useless.

"How does it feel?"

"It's okay, the quality difference is too big, and it's a bit laborious to push."

The man's eyes appeared the fractured backbone of the eight-eyed beast, the flower-like spine, and the scattered musculature.

"This time, the dismantling work is still very good, and 90% of the [style] has been hit inside." The ring on his hand slowly floated out, with a hint of fluorescence, and warmth. "Like him, it takes a long time to choose a ring,"

Some people rushed out of another temple, and as the figures moved, the substances on the body of the eight-eyed beast began to become unstable, and various birds and beasts were transformed, and the body of the eight-eyed beast was decomposed, as if it had become a mother, pregnant with the wombs of other creatures.

"I must have been infected by him."

The ring contrasted the tip of the thousand leaf grass eyebrows, and the inscription on it was thin and small, and the moment it was engraved between her eyebrows, the floor of the temple finally released the reflected force.

It was a concentric circle, forty-eight palms, immaculately constructed in the center of a huge crater.

The force was so deep that even the rocks had to compromise.

The black fingers slowly melted to the back of the flesh-colored hand, the color of the shadow, the girl's slenderness.

"This crusade is really tricky. Fortunately, the [gene] remained. ”

The seammy turned the contents of the bottle upside down and turned it over, as if trying to see something in it, playing with its smooth surface. The coldness of the finger contact with the bottle, how familiar, and the more greedy it entered the depths of memory.

"Recycle a [gene] and your database will be more complete. Can you tell me how much the database is created now? ”

"This is one of the secrets of the Black Tower, it's not that I won't tell you, it's the order it ordered. I'm just an executor, a dispensable medium. ”

George walked away, looking at the fragments of the coffin scattered on the ground, and sighed. This old thing is very old, and every time he is called, he is like a sick man lying in bed and dying, and he confides his thoughts in fits and starts.

It's a hard life.

For some reason, "her" is also like the heart of a thousand leaves, appearing, half of her cheeks, floating in her heart, and not saying anything.

"The Black Tower has been keeping it for a long time, and everyone must know about it. This time, the creation has given us a lot of help in the diversity of [genes], but the creator also has a part of the strength of the database, so we must take strict precautions. ”

"The Dream Chart indicator does tell me that."

The sight of the hands overlapping was no longer as frightening as it had been before, and the eyelids of the seam-eyed bird jumped.

It's the left eye.

The bottles were placed in an aluminium tin case with the same Masonic emblem - a black and white cross.

There are some fancy lines on the top of the lid that wrap around the square edges and corners of the surface. The Dream Plate is attached to the groove above the lid and solidifies into the box, becoming a whole, and the lid is opened.

"I'll find time to fix your coffin," the blood-colored gear on George's head was removed by the girl. "I'm afraid you're going to have to rest for a while. By the way, I heard that there is a girl named Luer? ”

"Have you seen her?"

Inside the box are dense glass bottles, colorful and dazzling.

"Not yet, I'm looking forward to that day."

The blood-colored gears were worn over the girl's long hair, covering her ears and revealing the cross tattoo on her shoulder. The dream plate jingled, and the girl like a wind chime walked away.

She was hunched away.

George's hair was a little gray, and his eyelids were pressing down on his pupils, as if he was struggling.

"Reading glasses, how long?"

"Exactly one day, sir."

Reality.

Manor.

The butler was tasting the baked bread, and the maid behind him strode past the table and put the plate in the cupboard.

"The eldest lady is tired."

"Yes, it's been almost a full day, and the door hasn't been opened."

"Anyway, the friends she brought back are very friendly, and the girl named Liulan is really beautiful, but the way she speaks is a little strange."

"Freemasons, right?"

Freemasonry?

The maid thought about it, but after all, she couldn't figure out the story and history behind the name, so she just smiled, untied her apron, and pulled it to the coat hook behind the door, while the butler just sat down at the table and threw the last bit of bread into her mouth.

"It's so sweet."

Outside the window, an old man caught his attention.

It turned out to be Mr. George.

Hawkers, so big, and still going out to run around, it's really a typical representative of childlike innocence.

The door opened, and the butler took small steps, but the black and white dress was draped over George's body.

The old man's eyes were a little moist, staring at the blood-colored gear badge pinned to the butler's chest, but there was no frown on his usually serious face. Instead, the sporadic teeth recorded in the air, and the gray beard made up of the figure of eight.

"You're finally here to meet me?"

"Everyone else has been retired for a long time, and I can't bother with your story. As long as I still have memories of the time I fought with you, it will be enough. ”

The old man suddenly couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at this time.

"In other words, didn't you follow in my footsteps and come here? It seems that we in another world may never be able to separate. That's right,"

The butler took off his hat, and his hair was a little gray.

"For the seniors' favorite daughter, there should be a man's demeanor."

He looked at the bewildered maid behind him without explaining too much. Just to introduce the maid, the old man is actually a writer who has written many small fairy tales.

Surprise appeared on the woman's face, and then changed to a kind expression.

She said that she also used to love fairy tales.

It's just that that's my old self.

The old man listened to the sound of the conversation between the two and disappeared behind him, took a step, and slowly walked up to the second floor by the warm light of the morning sun, as if he smelled a peaceful atmosphere. This smell, visually, came through the Victorian door.

He saw his daughter.

It was a still cute girl, with a different name, but with the same personality.

Luel stood behind Lolita and reached out to greet him through the gap between her eyes and her long hair.

"Grandpa, you look a little tired."

Luel ran to his side.

"Have fun with your friends?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be at ease!"

Lolita's eyes had recovered, and the moment she gazed at George, she realized that the hat on his head was the one that the butler usually wore. Khaki, dark, with a fringe of the edges that exude an elegance.

Yumedian peeked her head out of Lolita's feet, her long hair curled up at her feet.

It's still a dream called "reality", and it's the best!

She thought.