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A group of people, in a negative direction, set off towards the hotel.

One positive and one negative, will the result be zero?

That's something in the world of mathematics.

The woman put aside the crow on her head, sat on the throne, and looked at the pile of dead bodies in front of her, a little uncomfortable.

The dolls, no, they should have said that they were her children, left one after another, and they couldn't even say a word.

If there are tens of thousands of cruel things in the world, then the ranking of the unspeakable thing should not be too low, right? The story of the Black Cross, the struggle of the White Cross, and the resistance of the Dream Body are all the same.

Kindness? This sentence seems to have been heard somewhere...

Ah, I remember, it's the inner monologue of those two girls, right? I am clear, but I am not omnipotent...

Creator. 【God】

The clouds in the sky rolled, splashing white waves, and the sorrow in the girl's eyes gradually turned black.

The rain curtain is gradual.

The umbrella in the bag slowly opened, and the beautiful lace trimmed the edge of the umbrella, which was a favorite of the flow lantern. The history of this umbrella is not long, it depends on people's minds and the degree of passage of time. Someone meets, kisses, and hugs in its shadow. Someone walked and ran in its shadow, tugging at another person's wrist. Moreover, there is the small shining ring, which reflects the heart of a man and the love of a woman.

"Now, you, how are you feeling?"

After leaving the hotel, Liudeng kept holding Qiange's hand, afraid that he would accidentally let Qiange run away. Of course, this is a delusion, in the eyes of others, it is just a kiss between lovers, but in the hearts of girls, it is a product of the mood that is higher than love.

"It's raining, it's dark, what about you?"

"Same, a little, hopeful, light."

The number of people decreases as the raindrops increase.

Raindrops seeped into the bluestone slabs, outlining one dark map after another, expanding little by little.

On the side of the road, the flowers gradually converge to avoid the rudeness of the raindrops and the twitching of the wind. In the middle of the road, the "stream" flowed, the rain became fierce, and the sound of running water forced the two to lean towards the side of the road. The flowers ripple at Qiange's feet, lined with moist leaves, and the outer petals are particularly charming.

There are some eye-catching suspicions, and the weather today is really bad.

Qiange felt a slight tremor coming from the palm of her hand, it was the vibration of the umbrella, the "cry" of the sky.

Do you want to go back? Or take a break on the side of the road?

Liulan's mind followed, and he folded the pointed hat behind his back, and the hat band crumbled and tangled with the navy blue brim.

sound, decreased.

The two looked at the gray rain curtain around them, and their keen intuition told the flow lantern that the dream was real.

Like the unreachable shore, the streets are elongated, shaped like belts, like noodles. Raindrops hung in the air, leisurely, so startled that Qiange put away his umbrella and pressed his hand to his chest.

It is as if your heart will fall out at any time, and that kind of happiness can only be seen and felt in the place of light.

The faint sound of violent impact startled Lolita behind Lu'er, frowning.

On a rainy day, shouldn't it be thunder?

It was an ominous sound, mixed with a subtle screech. Hitomi held a black umbrella and listened intently, coming from the direction of the pedestrian street. He took Lu'er's eyes and followed behind Lolita, the "Dream Book" in his hand was silent, and he was obediently held in his arms.

The sound of rain decreases.

Hitomi looked up to the sky, a little puzzled.

The thickness of the clouds was still wide, but there was a strange scene in the density of the raindrops.

"It's speed! The raindrops in the space are falling at a slower rate! ”

"A combination of movement and static..."

"It's her."

Yumedian slammed into the page, but was put into her bag by Hitomi Shrunken.

"Don't worry, we'll stop the rain soon."

Seeing this, Mengdian was so anxious that he wanted to cry, holding on to the corner of the page, watching himself fall into the black hole of the backpack, followed by the sound of zippers.

"Dreams! Fall back! Death! ”

The stream lamp shouted and ran, and the fingertip cross was already wet, cold black and white.

"Procedure, development, countermeasures."

Qiange followed, the palm cross shimmering with fluorescence, warm black and white.

Tens of thousands of white figures poured out from the houses on both sides of the street, stretching their limbs, the strange whiteness of their eyes was the dominant color, matched with the red of blood, and the pitch-black mouth and teeth, accompanied by loud screams.

A group of dolls, living maggots, dead life.

I only felt the sound of the raindrops in my ears, and they were suspended in the air, beating on the ground, hitting the hearts of the two of us, and splashing a bloody hell.

It feels really bad!

"Flowing lights!"

"A thousand songs!"

The boy pulled the girl, arms wide open, and the wizard's hat flew out at this instant.

The girl's long hair flew wildly, cutting across the metal sword body, contrasting with the golden armor, full of raindrops, but not panicking.

The two of them held hands, and between running, where they passed, their bodies projected a huge sword body, and then used the shadow to pull out a huge "creation". Until they stopped, behind the two of them, on the ground, in the middle of the street, there was already a prostrate Durandal. [Durandal, from Norse mythology, means constancy. 】

"Path, sword, shape, success."

"Dice, go."

He had one hand and one dice appeared in his palm, spinning mischievously.

"Odd number, flow lamp."

"Please."

A white rain curtain, to be precise, the streets that are dyed white.

The dolls' eerily large fangs, and the wounds on their bodies splattered with blood-colored liquid, choking them so that they could not make their original sounds.

"Flowing lights, participate!"

Pulling up the hem of her skirt with both hands, stretching out her slender left leg, and the moment the white stockings were wet in the rain, her little foot stepped on the hilt of the sword, and the reaction force bounced the giant sword up, and the reckless air flow blew the pointed hat she had just picked up on her head trembled again.

The sword body stood, and the smoke cloud swayed upward, blurring the smile of the girl behind the slender arm.

In the cracks of the bluestone slabs, bright brilliance flows.

Lamp Soldier, a creation from Qiange [Spell Level]. With an oriental softness and brightness style, a statue of a lion cub on four lamp feet forward. The shadow of the chain pulled out from behind the boy until the end of the light.

The giant lamp hugs the boy's waist, and he jumps over the fountain fence in the middle of the street and submerges the lamp in the water. Strange white light poured out from the lamp, like a liquid, like a cloud of smoke, and there was a unique sense of tranquility in this battlefield full of killing.

Standing in the pool, looking back, the girl's figure kept turning, provoking countless white minions, leaving only the black ribbon on the gray dress fluttering in the wind.

Flexibility is not like the quality of a child who has been lazy since childhood, but perhaps imagination makes up for this shortcoming. Whether it is me or the flowing lamp, I have always held the fantasy in my hand, one at a time, and put it into reality.

The lights were outside, and she was trying hard to prove her innocence.

The simplicity of being a child and the deep trust I have as an older brother.

"Traceability!"

"Is that a flow lamp? What an eye-opener! ”

"Her subconscious is amazing!"

It is said that girls who are weak on the outside have a strong side on the inside.

Although it is not always the right view, it is not an exaggeration to apply it to the flow lamp.

The three people in the black umbrella were shocked and hesitant to see the raindrops in front of them almost still in the air, and the white dolls crawling out of the windows, doorways, and sewers like a tide below.

"It's all said...

Mengdian opened the zipper, through the eaves of the black umbrella, enveloped the panoramic view, and let out a soft exhalation.

"It's not something you can guess."

Mengdian vigorously broke open the schoolbag, landed lightly on the side of Hitomi Shrinkage's shoulder, and handed the small cube in his hand to Hitomi Aki.

"The Magic Square of Order?"

"That's it."

The moment Lu'er turned around, she met Mengdian's gaze, and the villain on her shoulder was a little embarrassed to lower her head, but she was gently hugged by Lu'er and held it in the palm of her hand. At this moment, as if facing a God who could save everything, her heart beat with joy, and she dizzily recalled everything that had happened in her place of light.

"We're all the same."

Lolita's figure was already far away, and with the footsteps of the shrunken eyes, the two slowly approached the position of the flow lamp battle. Leaving two people in the rain, standing still.

"No... Something. ”

The tenderness came so abruptly, but it was more gripping than the last hatred.

"Shall we go?"

"Oh . . . Kindness... Good. ”

She felt the vibrations under her feet, and the huge man was really fast when it was running. It feels good to hold on to Lu'er's shirt so that it won't slip off. She may also be thinking about the last time.,I'm so irritable.,Past me.,Present me.,Future me...

I'm stammering!

The sword body slapped the rain in the air, drawing a huge graffiti, red and white, gorgeous and colorful.

The edge of the blade of this sword is sharp, but if you look closely, you can see the flow lines carved into the surface. The rain slid down from it and swayed freely.

Girls are writing, not strokes.

Lolita carried a sniper rifle on her shoulder, dodging the oncoming corpse fragments, the corners of her mouth clenched slightly, a little nervous.

After the dolls were shattered by the blades, they moved their bloodied bodies towards the middle of the street, forming new "things". Between breaths, the stream lamp squatted down, red and white stockings, with a dark red long skirt, revealing a ghost that stunned Qiange standing in the middle of the pool.

"Flowing lights!"

"Lolita?"

The left hand pushed into the chamber, the right hand held up the sight mirror, and the whole person leaned against the side of the flowing lamp.

"Enter, dream, ever?"

"It wasn't that long ago." She dragged Durandal to the ground with a flick of the lamp, making deep grooves. "It's a double lead. The way to make this sword must have been very difficult. ”

"Easy, cooperative, a thousand songs, shaped."

Facing the fishy wind and talking freely, Lolita was fascinated by her safety. In the middle of the street, a huge puppet, with a chain behind it, towers into the sky.

"Manipulated, behind the scenes, pitiful, sympathetic?"

"Same as last time."

She had to aim her sniper rifle in front of her, and the deep thrust made the monster in front of her scream wildly, and rushed straight at the two of them. In the distance, Qian Ge made a circle with her hands, creating a huge curved arc to form a scaled cylindrical structure. Round bubbles emerge from inside, and the level of the pool drops.

The role of the lantern soldier, in addition to locking the light in the liquid, can also turn it into a film. As soon as the bubble was generated, it emitted a violent white light, tearing through the darkness of the sky, and at the same time, Durandal's sword body emitted fluorescence, and the monster had to half-kneel on the ground, and black liquid flowed from the black hole's eyeballs, struggling miserably.

"God created light?"

A huge lens with a radius of tens of meters was created by Lu'er and inserted into the scaled structure in front of Qiange, focusing the light on the broken doll, and the pale color was even more dazzling.

"Shadows are also created."

In the center of the palm of the shrinking pupil, the shaking magic square distorted the surrounding "realm", and the "dream" also began to collapse.

"Yumedian! Why are you always so mean and nasty! ”

The murderous aura in her tone startled the crow next to the woman's throne and flew up and landed in the distance.

"Shuangyin, you really want to form an alliance with the lost Freemasonry," she wiped tears from her eyes, and the corners of her mouth smirked.

"To attack a ridiculous person?"

The crow approached, squinting at the woman's wrist. Fingertip rings, hidden mysteries.

"In that case, I'll destroy the Black Tower first!"

The crow was so frightened that it flew up again, and the feathers behind it were scattered to the ground, and in addition to panicking, it was even more afraid of the woman's sad laughter.

"Extinguished... Black Tower! ”