"Fairy tale books?"

Yes, it's a fairy tale book, and Lolita has only recently fallen in love with this kind of book, which is considered marginalized. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the bookshelf, dusty wooden baffles separate this somewhat unfamiliar field, and the academic works around stand on both sides, staring at the uninvited guests in the center of the bookshelf, their persistence, their enthusiasm for science, and their care for life, have become a dazzling light. And those lonely fairy tale books are even more bleak. But this dimness often makes them the brightest sunlight in some people's eyes.

"When did she like this?"

Lolita in her memories had only been to the small bookstore a few times, and even when the letter was delivered that time when she passed by Lu'er, she had never met the strange girl a few times. At home, she always spends time in her room with Lolita, and she can't see her due to the overcrowding of her working hours.

I wonder if this is a blessing or a misfortune?

Turning the page, Mr. Potato stays in the center of the picture, staring silently at the High Cathedral, a little light in the air, quietly steaming on its dark yellow skin. Its calves are slightly open, supporting its strength, and the tenacity of the starch plant spreads all around, on both sides of the page.

[Mr. Potato worries about his identity and worries about his fellow starch growers.] If it weren't for the hypocrisy of faith, what would be stopping you from entering the church and offering your prayers? 】

Another page.

Mr. Potato confronts Strawberry Girl.

[Strawberry Girl rejected his kindness, crimson face, no matter what, we can't be a part of each other's hearts, I know we both love freedom and love, but our skin colors are so different, I'm sorry. 】

The white envelope was lying in Mr. Potato's wide jacket pocket, with a few tears in the corners of his eyes.

[Strawberry Girl likes Mr. Potato, but at the same time, people also like that Strawberry Girl can marry Mr. Mango, who her mother is fond of, after all, there is no place for Mr. Potato. 】

Mr. Potato.

Some sympathy, fairy tales? How does it look more and more like a realistic biography?

In the corner of the windowsill, in the air where the curtains touch, stands the face of a picture frame.

That year, he was 25 years old, and the person he met was exactly 25 years old.

She had also stuffed the letter into her jacket pocket, but it ended with a sweet kiss.

When I came back to my senses and closed the book, I was a little dizzy, and things were cast into the shape of a panoramic lens in my eyes, and some exaggerated blurs.

George held him up from behind, his cane falling, and the wood made a dull thud against it.

"How many years ago, I still remember it and it is clear."

"Lolita, she's still taken the same path as me. I really don't know what happened to the children now, it's something that can't be seen, but it's still captured. I guess the butler told you about this, right? ”

"The butler, how to say, if someone is deceived, he would rather be a lie than that stupid mouth."

"How long have they been in?"

"If you go beyond your own place of light and fall into the depths of your dreams, it's not just a matter of how long."

The reading glasses creaked, and the numbers flowed out of the frames, lying on the ground, squeezing through the hourglass hidden in people's hearts, filling the hearts of the two.

The unit is years.

The white cross pours out the word.

The clouds pulled apart, revealing the white marble behind it, and the wonderful taupe stained the blade of the sword that stood up, the hilt of which was draped in its own veil, a gentle, gaseous cloth shrouded in metal.

Live, dream!

The platform floated upward, and the Doric column stuck out its head and crawled out from the edge of the platform, supporting the corner of the heavy killing weapon, the shiny black and white badge.

The clouds flowed towards the sword body, and there were countless fine gears, which were handed over around the platform, although there was a tremor of movement, but there was no sound of biting.

"The air is thin."

Hitomi approached the two girls and expanded her own position.

"It took a lot of thought to build it on such a high place." The black cross shook his head, two small eyes turning over the platform's belly. "The knife that hasn't been opened yet, it's really beautiful~ Even my poetry corner doesn't have such a gentle temperament."

The three of them walked in, and by the faint light emitted from the pair's position, a giant sword more than 20 meters high lay across the blue of the sky, and for some reason, after a few steam pressurized shouts, the platform disintegrated, pouring the cold of the blade on the hearts of the three people.

"Your knife?"

Luer shouted at the White Cross, and her disgruntled little fist unexpectedly flared out.

"I can't make this kind of knife."

White Cross said to Lu'er, his eyebrows lowered in love.

"This is the creation of the database, called Sin. A last resort to combat one of the most unstable factors in the dream world, the unexpected seizure of the heart by the spirit of time. ”

"Is the identity of the spirit of time not just a creature that has been raised? First time hearing about such an amazing animal. ”

"Well, it's my responsibility. Shi Ling is not just an animal, it is dead, but it is conscious. It should be called. ”

Pause for a moment.

Eyes slightly open.

[Living Grave].

Inside the test tube in his hand, behind the second layer of dense glass woven by fine cracks, the hundreds of eyeballs were staring at the approaching white dragon, the white human face on the dragon's head, and the gaze from the depths of the eyes.

The wind is almost trying to sew my eyes!

The girl's brow furrowed.

"White Tower, pull me!"

"It's okay to eat so much, my arm is about to break!"

"Then I'll call you when I eat later! I'm not going to steal food in the lab anymore! I'm serious! ”

Seammy bird, you seem to have said something terrible, and you will be punished according to the rules, right?

It's no wonder that the research work of the Black Tower has been slow in recent centuries, probably due to the laziness of people like the one in front of you?

"That's it."

Her body pressed heavily against my chest, and the muscles of her whole body moved my neck as her cheeks and lips were ready to touch, and I twisted to the side, enjoying the sound of my already distorted face sinking into the mud.

Oh, it's just a beautiful aria.

"I, know, go."

Patting the dust on his buttocks, in the center of the test tube in his hand, the trembling heart was still swaying in the transparent reagent solution, I didn't expect the storage measures of the database to be so thoughtful. The airtight device blocks the activity and intensity of the [Chronocentric], and it begins to stop creating itself and go into hibernation. And the laboratory with the swaying light and shadow was empty.

All the data is put into the small key slit on the chest of the seammy bird, and the contents will only be freed up again when it is reinserted into the correct one in the thousand and one keyholes on the arms of the database adult.

Even if you die, you will be kept secret forever.

Perhaps, that's why I used my life gate, [Upper Eye], and survived later, right?

The database pressed his hands to his chest, confirming that there was still the familiar rhythm beneath his fair skin.

Turning into a dead thing, a [living grave], is also a good end. People will die eventually, it's just a matter of whether they die beautifully. Other issues, philosophical, ethical, social, worldly, own.

It's just a sparkle.

Attack the door, [Sin stained].

It's time to wake up, old fellow.

Colorful manifolds wrapped between the five fingers, the glass armor grew up from the end of the arm, until the heart guard on the chest was solidified, and the five black key handles entered the girl's arm, a total of five locks, five eyes, except for gluttony and the last sin of the seven deadly sins, ****, are all ready.

The foundation was gnawed away by the white dragon, shattering the keel and confiscating the scales, and the laboratory carried its heavy foundation and stone wall toes through the air and floated upwards from the fire fired by the galleon.

"You say, let's just sit there. Wouldn't it be a little too laid-back? ”

"How can I say it, now there is an abyss below, and a few miles of void above, we can't fly with wings."

"If only we could make things."

"yes, it's good to be able to create things."

The two of them sat back to back, leaning on the rooftop of the laboratory, on the smooth concrete floor, the liquefied exterior wall of the sludge was frantically mending the cracks scratched by their own lightning, panicked but lovely.

"It's almost time to reach the airspace of the White Tower, and when the time comes, if I can see the people of the White Tower alive, I will marry the first man I see."

"Just you? Hahaha, when did the seammy become really childish? ”

"Seriously, why don't you believe it?"

The girl put aside the messy hair, and the other hand was still inseparable from the aching abdominal muscles, exuding compassion and wisdom like Maitreya Buddha.

"Don't you know the ratio of men and women in the White Tower, do you need to express your loneliness like this? What else is the question of whether to marry or not, isn't it enough for me to take care of you, a glutton. ”

The other party blinked his eyes and hugged the [Shi Xin] in his arms tightly, like his own child.

"When you get to the White Tower, if you want to entrust yourself to someone, I won't help you."

When she said this, the corners of her eyes clearly carried the jealousy and shame that only girls have.

How stupid!

It's silly.