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[Hundred faces] crazy howl, huge five fingers together.

A hundred meters of black sword on the vertical ground, with a person's face stretched, from big to small, laughing and shouting.

From children, to the elderly.

All kinds of masks, all kinds of abandoned dreams.

"Come ―――――――――――!"

Black open hands, fingers apart.

[Hundred faces] stride out of the moment of 100 meters, shaking the stars and shaking the moon.

Across the 100-meter black sword, wielding through the vacuum to produce a burst of physical limits, dull bell ringing.

From the horizon, to the skyline.

All kinds of masks, all kinds of lips and teeth, leaping into the sky.

"Huh?"

The two fought, and the fifty-meter impact, Yunshan was pierced, only the dark sun flickered, and the distant star blinked.

***

"Where are you going?"

"Move the rescuers! Why do you talk like that," Black Cross shook his hand, and suddenly saw a huge wall of smoke and dust behind him, and roared in fright, losing his temper.

"Help me!"

"I can't help it, only my spirit, without my body, I can't perform a creation technique like [Extreme Color]."

"I'm the [Black King], so there's no good way?"

"You haven't even been created to complete your body, so what's the matter. I've lent it to you. My little master, you are trying in vain to survive, and the chess pieces cannot save the chess game. ”

"At least it can be changed!"

The girl propped her hand on the wall, turned over and crossed it, and the steel bar stretched out its tentacles, looking curiously.

"You didn't fly away."

"I think the two of us are eloping couples."

The poetry brain was almost torn off the girl's back, and her fingers were too slender.

As for the reason why the two-story villa in front of him was left in place, Black Cross couldn't find an answer even after racking his brains.

"Can you activate its [Break from the Word]?"

"Come closer."

The two-storey building opened its eyes, and its exhaustion scared the little heart of the Black Cross.

The damage is not too serious and it can still fly. But the possibility of reaching the upper realm is very small, and it can only depend on luck.

Who else stays in the White Tower?

"It's all your fault! You should have left a spiritual model on the White Cross! In this way, her pure desire will not be monotonous, and I can communicate with her! You have a scheming to isolate me alone on this battlefield now, right? ”

"Little girls are unreasonable creatures when they are angry. But you, who are unusually sensitive, I am honest and straightforward with you, and I just guarantee your safety. ”

There was a crackling, and there was a burst of lips and teeth opening and closing.

Sweet words, it's disgusting.

***

The girl finally couldn't help it anymore and whispered.

Fearless warriors.

It's back.

It's a girl.

People cheered her off.

Look at that.

Listen.

It's the boys.

Look at that.

Listen.

Fearless God.

It's a girl.

[Multisemy interpretation: The white cross became a legend, and the black cross became the king. A metaphor for Black Cross's selfish desires that suffer from self-reproach. 】

***

The poetic brain has nothing to do to fight back, and speaks loudly.

[Who will sing the hymns?] 】?

[Standing on the bushes, the thrush said, 'It's me,' ?

[I will sing hymns.] 】?

[Who will ring the death knell?] 】?

[The cow said, 'It's me,'

[Because I can pull a plow.] 】

[So goodbye, robin.] 】?

[All the birds in the air]?

[all sighing and crying,]?

[When they hear the death knell,]?

[Ringing for the poor robin.] 】?

[Split interpretation: The poetic brain is chanted at the zenith last time.] All things have an end, and death is the collective form of countless destinies, the highest expression. The metaphor Black Cross is just an actor standing behind the moral curtain, and it also refers to himself as being too rational. Quoted from the last three paragraphs of "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes" robin. 】

***

Looking at the wings on the surface of the level, it appears that the structure has been damaged. However, its integrity is still within the scope of operation.

Flap your wings and try?

The small building is swinging, and the grievances still fail.

Helpless everything.

Black Cross hid behind the small building, looking down at the smoke and dust sweeping through his ankles and covering his gray shoes. Xiao Lou couldn't turn his head, but he could feel her body temperature leaning on the side.

Outside the battlefield, I wait. Within the battlefield, I waited. Talking to myself began, what used to be a white cross fetish, now it's my turn.

Plumps of smoke and dust swept through the corners, and there was a dead silence.

Nameless girl, walking down the side street, surrounded by eyes full of eyes, eager to burrow into the eyes under her skirt, eager to dig out the dirty.

My arm hurts so much that my shoulder hurts.

It's heavy, it's heavy.

The head hangs from the spine, and if it weren't for gravity, it would have broken a long time ago.

Back then, suicide was an individual's right, but it's not now.

The loud bang is coming again.

Xiao Lou was trembling, it was abandoned.

Sleeping on the earth, dreams chasing them, peace of mind sweet light weight lies, perfect level weight politician.

It's a small market.

A little sleeping pill.

Small caution rate wavelength.

The knees are slightly combined, the short skirt covers the pelvic skeleton, and the white ribbon around the waist is still fluttering.

You can't be shy, no wonder men are ruthless, it's their own fault, it's their own arrogance.

"Poetry brain, why don't you speak."

"You want me to have a mouth?"

"Strange. I won't wonder what you have, nothing. ”

"What will you do after the [Dream Classic] is explained?"

"It doesn't seem like [Dream Dictionary] will be explained."

Alarmed.

"Then you still make that kind of plan! You are disloyal to the Three Laws, a betrayal of the king. We can keep the secrets between us, but in the future, we will ......"

"I only honor the writer, I'm sorry."

Interrupted, rude.

"What did the writer say?"

"I don't know."

Useless, return the favor.

"What do you know?"

"Worship the truth, that's all."

Lamenting, useless.

"You should negotiate the throne with the White Cross, I can't help you. I'm just a flesh-and-blood person. ”

"But if the apprentice acknowledges you, you haven't even thought about why. It's a very simple thing, you have meaning to her, although it is not clear that this [unknown] meaning is not clear, but it must be the result of the writer. If there is a result, reverse reasoning is possible, and the truth will naturally not be a legend. ”

"Truth equals reason?"

"At least it's different from sensuality."

It's rare for the poetic brain to become serious!

She had to move so as not to blend in with the over-the-knee dust. Now there is no way to create, no poetry brain help, no sunlight fusion.

The building waved its wings, the black cross nodded, the girl holding the steel bar, the sturdy builder, the flying pilot heading for the sky.

***

"[Extreme Color] is a type of unconscious creation, and it is currently very rare to possess. Changing the appearance of a person who is still in power is an accidental circumstance of emotional leakage. ”

The tall man wanted to stuff his head into the binoculars, his eyes were tired, his eyelids tugged at his upper and lower eyelids, and he hated his master.

"The occurrence of [extreme color] is uncommon. Therefore, the information on this is also rare. I need more information. ”

The lenses fluttered and fell from the telescope, and the other two flew into the barrel.

"Aha, it's much clearer."

The girl looked disdainful.

What did he see, can you tell me quickly, don't just introduce, I'm going to die in a hurry, someone like this writes a novel, it can't be understood by the reader, and you have that "this game is so good" expression on your face, and the white cross will definitely kill you, an ignorant researcher, ah, I didn't use the right words just now, please forgive me.

"That thing is disgusting, [discarded proclaim] she'......."

The girl snatched the binoculars.

The man looked at the ribbon on his collarbone and thought that the seammy bird was very beautiful.

Now you can't get close to the White Cross, it's not so much a girl as a "white lion", I can't figure out how far such a person will go, but the White Cross wants to be kind, after all, the king of the dream world has to dedicate his expression to us, maybe we can see her true side now, maybe ah, I said it twice, it's just the result of a flood of curiosity.

The man looked at the slender waist of the seam-eyed bird, and the dream disc was ticking and spinning, and he was fascinated.

The light of the sun attracts everyone.

There are living creatures!

The girl looked at it, imagining it in her heart, and was in a hurry.

The man frowned, his palms sweating, and he was scared.

Flickering light and dark.

Flickering light and dark.

Flickering light and dark.

The crowd whispered.

It's a living thing!

Outcry.

Outcry!

Outcry.

Dream Plate ticks over the dosage table a little.

George opened his eyes.

Grandpa Crow, it's back.