The little girl walked over, and the white of her body was mixed with the sun, and it was reflected in the square lattice in the center of the little room, and the sunlight was still bright. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Violations are taking place.

looks like he is about ten years old, appears here, appears at the scene of the crime, but blends well into the chapter of this scene, without abruptness and reserved notes.

The damage is still ongoing.

She squatted down slowly, the corners of her white skirt pulled her legs, her knees slightly together, and she sighed softly.

Give me quickly, give me quickly, why don't you make a sound, I've done such a terrible thing, you're actually indifferent, you must be lying, and you still think of me as the king of dreams in the eyes of free will, don't pretend, I hate your style, even if I am dismantled, I can't find any shadow of my soul, where are you hiding, I must find you, this matter is something that must be done in my life, even if it is ill-fated, you can't leave me, How does it feel, isn't it a little too numb, or I guess I can't tell your secret, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

The White Cross finally came to his senses.

With his eyes closed, he felt strange tenderness, the corners of his mouth were stiffened for a moment, and the damaged black and white cross lay in the middle of the shadow, soaked in light red. In the cabin, on the carpet and next to the pillows, Field's picture frames were scattered all over the floor, and the glass slag bloomed without concealment.

"Stop, what to do?" The little girl wears a poetry brain on her head, her long hair is wrapped between her collarbones, and black runes cover every part of her body epidermis, as if it is the silhouette of the reverse circuit on the white cross's body.

She didn't know how to feel, but her hand was still pressing on her prey, and the corners of her mouth were sprayed with burning heat, staining the corner of the little girl's cheek. The small hand darkens the chin, and the other hand reaches out to touch the white cross-dyed red hands, the slender thumb, and the top of the index finger.

"I don't know," she said, still closing her eyes, glad she heard it. "She resisted my request, and it was just protecting me."

"Is that the right way to put it?"

The black cross was immaculate, lying flat on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, reflecting the light on the little girl's body, and the corners of her black clothes next to her legs, spreading into colorful arcs of light and seeping into the ground. Long hair covers the chin and softly bites the ends of the hair into the mouth.

"It's appropriate, I envy the way you express it. You are an honest person and you should be proud of it. Isn't it? Oh, stop crying, you can't see me now, just because I don't care about you. I'm the poetry brain, the Black Cross, the little pet of your loved one. The host seems to be enjoying it, just like the last time in the Zenith Church, we are all children watching each other grow up, and there is a little friction between each other, which represents the ...... between you Harmonious. ”

The little girl's arms are covered with black lines, manipulating the doll's strings to move, pulling the joints apart, and there is a sound of gears.

Unfortunately, the owner may not be able to bear your "love", she is a cowardly person and is not worthy of it. ”

Arterial peristalsis, self-rebuilding begins.

"Then who can love, me."

The admirer opened her eyes, and the little girl smiled slightly, booing and speaking, deliberately vague for a moment.

"No one can love you?"

One second.

"No one can love you!"

Two seconds.

"No one can love you~"

Three seconds.

"No one can love you."

Four seconds.

The echoes in the hut were viscous, hissing deep into the inner ears of the White Cross, where it was closest to the eardrum, the most fragile vibrating energy, beginning to appreciate each other.

What am I doing, something in vain, it happens every time. No wonder Black Cross always respects me and stays away, it's all my fault. Blindly willful, isn't it suitable for people like Black Cross, or I should express my thoughts in a different form, etc., it should be successful, anyway, there is enough time to find a suitable heir to the throne now, although this is the case, I can't copy my identity casually and then slip away, I'm a girl, but what I need is the emotion of growing up, I'm so confused, I can't take care of myself, so I dare to do this, she still bears it silently, but the struggle is a little obvious, There are two answers to each question, the key is to find out more answers, will the brain be broken, but if it is broken, it will be freed, thinking about the things in the dream world all day long, and naïve to be the king, is it not boundary?

The little girl picked up the cracked shoulder, respectfully, reassuringly, slowly, and set it into the sides of the black cross chest. There is a soft feeling in the hand, the master must be very hard, right, he doesn't even dare to fight back when he is bullied, and he is not willing to denounce even being violated, and he follows such a master.......

Black Cross blinked. Mindlessness slipped away, and horror returned to the center of his pupils.

It's really me, the biggest, I'm happy!

The moment he lowered his head, the black cross saw it clearly, and he clearly saw that the poetry brain on the little girl's head had a glimmer of white light in the darkness. Struggling to sit up, the sky was bright and bright, and the white cross curled up into his wings, hiding his face and weeping. The wings break through, pierce the walls of houses, pierce into the feathers of the sun, flutter softly. The masonry loses weight, the air is encouraged, the roof vaporizes and volatilizes, and the windmill still turns.

Grunt, portraying the sense of disorder of the wind.

The hut disintegrates.

Not far away, the castle stands on the highest point above the clouds, densely packed with self-propelled boats, and people can't wait to climb its body.

That's it, it's okay to think about nothing, Black Cross must hate me, I don't know anything, I don't understand anything, and it's called a dream, this kind of thing is too much for me, how can I bear it, time is really annoying, it's always moving around like that, I can't even stop, it's really weaker than me, or it's not too much of a hard heart, okay, okay, okay, I want to be quiet, I don't know what I did during that time just now, anyway, I was stopped, I was oppressed, I was released, I was woken up, It's really shy to have this kind of development, do you want to shift the goal, I'm still unbalanced in my heart, Black Cross is the last person, the last person to get along with me day and night, everyone else is gone, but Lu'er's new dream body may believe me, I can't do such a bad thing to her, so believe in myself.

Black Cross struggled to get up, holding his waist, and his heart seemed to have become so heavy that he couldn't stand upright.

["I am still a well-behaved subconscious, still a well-behaved creature, and a collection of free will, not your thing. Whether I go back or not is not something we can decide, just like what you and I carry, a back is a lifetime. ”】

So be it, so be it, so be it~

That's it, right?

So be it!