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There are no clouds, and there are many people.

There was a stone on the ground, and the soles of its feet carried its almost obliterated shadow. Trembling a little, the surrounding scenery was drunk, and staggered towards the stone pillar in the center of the square. Blurry long hair appeared in front of him, the traces floating in the air were chaotic, his breathing was abnormal, and a sweet smell of blood rushed straight to his brain, stirring his taste buds. Only the last bit of consciousness survived in the mind, and the sense of crisis came to the face and disappeared with the wind.

The white cross stumbled.

The screams were pouring out.

At the foot of the stone pillar was a small bush, covering half of her body, a little closer, her arm against the surface of the stone pillar, the panting white cross could no longer support herself, half kneeling on the ground, listening intently.

In the center of the blurred focus in the field of vision, two people go back and forth, far and near, as if they are dancing an unknown dance.

Struggling to keep her eyes open, the stinging pain in her back with tinnitus slammed on her shoulder, and she was forced to press her head down.

It's full of sweet tastes, Black Cross.

My mind is full of panic, Black Cross.

He still holds the familiar bow in his hand, the touch and weight from his long memory, evoking the sadness of countless remnants of the creation process. The almost forgotten name is also buried, along with the [Raider] that the database once used.

The subconscious mind is doing weird.

[It can send the majesty of the sun and the charm of the moon.] 】

[This is the power that belongs only to you, Mengdian. 】

[Using it means that you are being challenged more severely than your free will.] 】

[My dear daughter, this is a sincere declaration, because of strength and love. 】

[Guarding the door, robbing the abyssal grass.] 】

The two approached again, their bodies were equal, their steps were similar, and they were a little confused.

So far, Black Cross has never encountered such an interesting "experience" with the help of the poetic brain, as for the idea of the poetic brain, I am afraid that the black cross can also be expected, but here, it is the future that I don't want to see.

There are really people who have created their own time in the [Sleep Time] area, Black Cross, you have encountered the most difficult problem, solve it, don't think about it~

I know! Can't you change the way you speak! Mengdian is still watching over there, I can't just her, and I can't protect myself.

The sacrificial attitude is really admirable~ Poetry is under the brain, and it is my glory to follow you.

Fineness of facial features.

The woman who once sat on the throne melted away with the same arrogance as the White Cross. Portraits with hammers carved with dignified scriptures, incredible quality, unpredictable past.

The head of the hammer is a hexagonal flat metal, a cylindrical volume, connected to a beating huge heart, and the black cross is seen to retreat again and again, and the poetry horn in the hand trembles, and the heart of the white cross in the distance is suspended, beating impermanently.

It stands to reason that there should be a moment of communication when this fight is going on here, but this kid really didn't say a word.

Monster.

Only know how to fight.

The four arms slowly floated out, grappling the four heavy swords with difficulty, and the blades dangling in the air caressed the eardrums of the black cross again and again, like a roaring furnace in the center of the low-frequency zone, and the steaming high-pitched voice broke through, and the opponent launched an attack. With a slight swing of his arms, he drew an arc-shaped blade line and embraced the woman from all directions. The black cross in the pitch-black pupils, the hammer on the top of the head, with a wave of qi, lifted countless long hairs.

High-speed camera switching, black screen.

Low-speed switching shots, white screen.

Columns, gables, small idols of gods inlaid between the walls of the small chambers, morning glories blooming at the edge of the plinths. In the middle, the pillars are carved with scratches, large and small, and scattered to the front of the large library. Countless people passing by here will look sideways at each other, recalling everything that happened here back then.

The light of the moon when sleeping, the white stone bricks that polish the outer wall of the large library, and the blue and white porcelain that knocks on it are as beautiful as they are.

Part of the property of the Holy Land, which was sealed here after that incident, has attracted more and more attention to it. A small part of the [Written Materials] rests here, but it is the most important thing that can prove the integrity of the Dream Book itself.

George finally let out a sigh of relief, and what he had to say was finally finished.

"We will go to the third level of consciousness. However, considering that there may be a large age difference between people entering the dream world, a fairy tale area is set up on the top floor. Fairy tales are divided into dead and living zones, depending on the fantasy ability and fantasy depth of the story. The living and dead zones will be explained at the moment you arrive. ”

"Is there any difference between what adults read and what children read?"

"We speak our language. It's the whisper you saw earlier, the kind of spiritual energy that flows on the surface of matter. ”

Hitomi explained.

"It's not different in essence. Human beings use language to regulate all things, and all commands are thus divided into higher and lower levels, corresponding to the three laws of creation. This is mentioned in the library's books. If you want to understand the abstract concepts mentioned in the book in detail, you must first appreciate the emotions of creation. This is one of the benchmarks for all to become a creator. ”

"Wow, creation is such a big deal."

Lu'er thought to herself that if she could become a creator, her mother might come back. But even so, Hitomi Shrinkage won't disappear, because she feels like she can hold on to the root of this dream. And the blood that flows above the vibrant leaves is the blood of oneself when he became the Creator.

The other person doesn't think so, she wants the eternal connection between the dream world and reality. Unconsciously, Luer's former idea turned into another child's wish, which is incredible.

"[Sleep] will end shortly after. No need to try to calculate the time, soon, the sun will rise again. ”

People walked past Lu'er, but their eyes showed no signs of moving.

"Think of it as a sleep."

The ceiling of the dark lobby is surrounded by blue candles with a slightly purple heart, which is unusually warm.

Loren smiled, turned around, waved his hand, squinted, took a deep breath, and turned away.

Lolita stood in place, pursed her lips, blinked, hesitated, lowered her head, stared at her toes, her breath mixed evenly.

Blur view, teardrop view, upgrade, triple speed.

"Lolita?"

"Let's go, my nose is a little uncomfortable."

The boy looked at it in his heart and followed behind the two, his bustling thoughts stripped away by the candlelight.

"It's on the third floor."

"Yes."

"Look at your bookshelf, you can read what the adults read. Lolita, can you tell me about your true wishes? ”

"My truth, my wishes?"

"Even if it's nature, it's okay."

Lu'er was stopped by Hitomi's words.

"How could I possibly say it. No, I can't. ”

"For, why. We have all experienced your place of light, your memory, my memory together. ”

"No, it's not the same thing." Lolita lowered her eyebrows. "I'll explain it to you afterwards, but for now, it's still not possible. My usher used to be my only desire, but only once. Forget it, forget it, forget it! Anyway, I'm now, "the tip of the eyebrow has been raised, 15 and a half degrees." "I'll tell you."

My wish may bring disaster to the dream world. Even if most people have this wish, it will not extinguish its own existence. It is precisely because of its simplicity that it survives.

One day, the dream world will be connected to reality!

Dreams will gush out, not quarantined!

Long shots are blurry.

Lull stands in the narrow hallway, the camera sinking into the floor.

The camera rises to the ground, and the long lens is focused.

Four swords.

Horizontal on the stone pillar, by the way, through the left and right chests of the black cross. The blade of the sword went over the ribs, and the knuckles crushed the arteries.

The woman's long hair was still in the air, and the black cross was silent.

Weep, open lips, extinguish eyes.

At this time, the moonlight, like the sun dazzling, brushes the cheeks of both sides.

"Your introducer, it looks interesting. It's called the Poetry Brain. ”

"Let go of her, the poetic brain is the property of the dream world."

As soon as he wanted to finish speaking, his vocal cords were ripped out of his throat.

"I see. Moreover, you are very verbose. I hate it. ”

The vocal cords are reconstructed, roaring out, trembling.

"Stay away from the living grave! and her. Monster! ”

"Pray."

The woman turned her body on her legs and walked over the edge of the sword, as light as an owl. The sword stretched out from the body of the black cross, hard and straight, full of fishy smell, like a pen that had not been used for a long time, drawing scattered letters, and integrating countless lines of poetry into the girl's body.

The long hair finally fell back to the waist, and the time was adjusted at a constant speed, and it was completed.

Cannot pose a threat to existence, for now. The Dream Twins are degrading faster than they expected, would the writer have considered the possibility of Dream Books being changed hands? However, the Dream Book is not the whole story, the [Three Laws] in the Holy Land, and the [Attacking Hand] are the core of the whole book.

When the tip of the foot touches the edge of the hilt, it is the limit. Blood burst from the corners of the skirt and poured deep into the nostrils.

Full of sweet tastes.

Full of sweet taste!

There is light below, and the pupils are closed and opened.

"The hand of the attacker, the index finger, the grass of the abyss. We've seen it before, but "the ground is uplifted, the corners are hooked, and the skin of the carpet becomes the energy that curls up." "At that time, you hated such creations."

The bow, bent upwards and growing, the girl pulling the string, her eyes closed, between the string and the arrow, there was no substance. Everything was collapsing into this small distance, and the black cross drooped his broken forehead and pulled up his eyes in surprise.

"It can send the majesty of the sun and the charm of the moon."

Although it is only a record of the writer.

The bow is wide open.

Instrument Yu Xuanang.

Guarding the door, robbing the abyss. It can be exhibited in two ways - guarding the yang and gathering the yin.

It is also known as pulling [yang], hooking [moon].

"Get out!"

The horizon was steaming, and tears were brushing across the face of the white cross.

"Out,"

The woman narrowed her eyes in admiration, and smiled at the corners of the black cross's mouth, stained with a smile.

"Go."

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go."

Transparent and turned into mercury, it fell to the blade of the sword, and the gravitational force reversed, rolling into the heart of the Black Cross. The burning heat tugged at Black Cross's throat, and the veins in his arms stripped away the muscles, and he screamed hard.

The sword was dragged out of his chest, steaming, and the whole person slid under the stone pillar. The other retracted his bow and caught her unfinished body, unable to call her name.

"She did [Time Cut] from between us, sorry."

The flesh is reconstructed, the old heart is squeezed out, and the left and right atria are born at the end.

"Are we still dreaming......"

"Sleep."

The horizon regained its angle, and in the middle of the quiet street, the two men held each other, leaning against the stone wall beside them.

She appeared in front of us like that, and she had no time to think, and she was extremely unlucky. Time is distorted, commonplace, can't see through such dreams, how many more. Haven't I hidden deep enough, the Temple of Consciousness, the Temple of Sleeping Brain, the Temple of Awakening Awareness, Lu'er, Lolita, Shrunken Pupil. O Creators who can find Me, I pray to you that the Hand of the Gate and the Three Laws will not be stolen, and that no one will ever know that I am the king and emperor of the dream world......

But the most faithful believers of your Creator.

The lens is low, and the long lens is out of focus, leaving a cross on the ground, which contrasts with the moonlight.