"All of them are in the dream world. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The woman was tall, looking up at the sun, and the edges of the mechanical lens reflected the colorful leather of the airship.

[Someone placed the poetry horn sword in the depths of the study.] 】

The little creature raised its paws and pulled at the slowly rotating steel ring on the sun's outer shell, feeling the cold redness that burned what people thought was a temperature legend.

[Some people want to leave, but they turn back. 】

It spread its wings, its claws rubbing against the steel ring, and it screamed in a different way.

[Some people hide themselves, and they are ashamed. 】

The moment the belly feather is pulled away by gravity, a snow-white egg is revealed.

[Some people are at a loss and make mirrors for self-cultivation. 】

Like a mother, her wings are spread, her chest is wide open, and the unhatched thing splatters with blood. The blood fell onto the surface of the steel ring and condensed into red frost.

[Some people are looking for the end of their dreams, and some people are crossing the rules. 】

"Sun One, extinguish your eyes."

***

Legend has it that there is a life, a higher being, which is given a command, a command that violates the three laws.

"Self-referential creation", although the Creator has a decisive proposition against it.

"First, the created must protect the interests of the Creator from infringement."

"Second, subject to the first article, the creature must not harm its own Creator."

"Third, subject to the second article, the created is absolutely subject to any command of the Creator."

But interests are subject to change, which is the interest of the creature itself, and it is also one of the meanings of its existence.

"I command you as the Creator, the Bird, and command yourself!"

What a joke! It's a commonplace contradiction, but there's always something that works exceptionally. Jumping out of the three circles, there is also a circle, which belongs to the circle of freedom.

For example, a creature that cannot develop "downward" can only develop "upward", and the upward direction is the free direction.

The snow-white eggs melted into the boiling liquid circle of the sun, and the eagle on the steel ring roared, even with the majesty of a dragon.

***

The White Castle unloads half of itself, proving that the White Cross has lost consciousness. The flow of people scatters and gathers, and the crowd blooms in the sky.

Consciousness is an indispensable active agent of creation.

She said to herself.

I really want to inject her with an active agent, [separation] or something is too cruel.

She said to herself again.

She was awakened, and the sun in the distance began to get tired. As its eyes became heavy, its eyelids hung over the cliff wall, ready to fall. As if to glimpse the lost look in his pupils, Sun One became depressed.

The black goths, the black hair, the black pupils, the black poetry brain, the black cross, are all pulled up, and the broken limbs have just been pieced together, still pulling these things together, so hard and serious.

White feathers, white arms, white eyelashes, white hair, white crosses, all hugging each other, hugging a slit, holding a glimmer of life, broken consciousness has just been awakened, and the edges of eyelashes vibrate up and down, suggesting an auditory crisis.

Someone wants to extinguish the sun. Fingers, lips, face, bridge of nose, earlobes, poured into the four wings of the White Cross's self-embrace. Of course I know you're mad at me, and I can't understand that you're my fault, but now there are more important things that you should focus on the big picture.

I'm so tired, really. The tongue, teeth, mandible, trachea, collarbone, abdomen, are all squeezing and twitching to make this sentence. Of course, I know that this matter is very taboo, the sun is the energy of the dream world, God is the center of light, the awakening of dreams is my true heart, you can do it yourself, you can do it yourself.

Arms pull arms, mouth to mouth, eyes over eyes.

She wept with joy.

***

[Where did you get it, it's really weird.] The contents of this egg are extremely violent, and while I can help you "wash off" its absolute proposition, the rest of the matter has nothing to do with me. You have to think about it. 】

[From the ancient nest under the World Tree, something left by the writer.] 】

[Don't!] Mention him. 】

[Will it be heard?] 】

[I am one of them!] Secrets are always secrets. Yes, these active agents were promised at the beginning, and there is a black test tube inside, which is the gene of dreams, and the smugglers over there in the Black Tower are quite ruthless. 】

[They will be ashamed of who they are. What I'm going to do next is to amplify that sentence to the point where you don't even want to accept it. Don't look at me like that, the creation behind me is "mine", you better keep your mouth shut, you know that secrets are always what is revealed. 】

[Liniao, I remember you. 】

[Oh? I'm afraid you'll forget. 】

Looking at the creatures rising in the distance, I was full of emotion. The Church of the Martyrs is the source of my deepest desires. And here you are, offering your own temple.

If I'm not mistaken, the Black Cross will definitely come to stop it with the little finger in his hand and the [front end of consciousness].

[Abyss Grass] is not her thing, White Cross has no desire to participate in the war, it's really good!

Clutching the tattered sleeves of the vanquished, scarlet, wet, soaked with tears, printed with double circles, once wise, all floating towards the ground.

Eyes staring at the house that gave birth to wings and gradually retreated, the hasty, the lost, the desperate, the big, the small, the damaged, all struggling to lengthen the distance with the woman.

People were evacuated, including the Creators who were trying to challenge.

Everything began its own planned performance, and in the first act, it had already made Liniao squint his eyes and examine the black cross in front of him, trying to find any clues related to the white cross.

Of course, it is not possible in a short time.

Swinging his arms, pulling up the lumbar spine countless times, pressing his legs slightly flexed, and his face turned sideways.

Straight lines, passing through the arms and upper shoulders, activating the Scepter of Consciousness is equal to the sum of the above movements.

She directly tore the hem of the gothic long skirt, tied a white cloth around her waist, and the poetry brain blinked and melted into the depths of her brain stem.

Just ten meters away, she became a provocative noun and verb.

The front end of consciousness is inserted from the other side of the sun, and its own length is ten times that of the previous one, and even if it is the original length, it is not something for human use. According to Liniao's idea, the creatures in the dream world are sometimes deliberately imperfect. Because of their own dignity, the Creator is not allowed to do it selfishly.

Previously, she carried it.

Now, she looked at it, far above the sun.

The hatching is interrupted and there is even the possibility of being pierced.

Very good.

She couldn't even be angry, great things were always pleasant, whether it was for herself or elsewhere.

Another straight line, invisibly drawn between the bird and the other party. Behind the bird are the remains of the Creator, the candle flame that has not yet cooled. Behind the Black Cross, there were ravines and impact shoals, and that's how she rushed over.

"You're disturbing my world."

"Of course I do."

Tilting her head, spreading her hands, her eyes in a line, and her heart intermittent, she also became a provocation.

"Come on, let's make a bet." The bird did not move. "You lose, go to reality. I lost, and the Nether is yours. Tie, didn't think about it. ”

"I'm satisfied."

Above the sun, one-third of the body of the Scepter of Consciousness, parallel horizontal keys began to protrude from the exposed pitch-black surface. Correspondingly, Sun One knew the intention of doing so, and cooperated to open the metal structure under the liquid surface, revealing several keyholes, and boldly touched.

"It doesn't matter when it's time."

"For me, no."

The Magic Square of Order spun at the ankles where the two intersected, and the ground was shattered in the shadows back and forth, and it was never lost even if it danced with its feet.

There was a tacit understanding between the two sides, and in an instant, the creation poured out from each of them, and the overflow of the aggregate filled the surroundings of the magic square, flowing wantonly on the horizon, and soon caught up with the size of a city. The two of them shuttled through the tower-lined city, admiring the shadow of the giant snake crushing the tower, and watching the waterfall of fire poured out of its small mouth.

All this is clear in the eyes of the White Cross. She couldn't be distracted, lest she shoot her arrow, which would embarrass Black Cross. The calamity grass bent a little, but she knew in her heart that he hadn't woken up yet, because the long range made it difficult for the things carried by the arrow to relax.

On a few occasions, the black cross stepped on the sword and plunged his fist into the opponent's waist, only to touch the skin and not hurt the bones. For a woman who has lost her flesh and blood, her most sensitive things can only be her eyes and ears. Since being abandoned by the two, Litori can only live in his own "kingdom", where only the voices of the creatures tell of the abuse they have suffered.

She loved this hatred more than her body.

She loved the pain, for all that she had been.

She still put away her bow, and rolled out a majestic energy, blowing her skirt wantonly. She didn't care about the little shyness manipulation in the dark, she only felt the wind rushing between her legs, and she caressed it, nothing else. He was just leaning against the root of the broken wall, humming the song he had sung.

***

[A world with only one color.] Although there is a girl like you, the girl I like, but living in a static world, after a long time, this emotion will also solidify into a hard stone, right? 】

***

[No, my dear girl, the world is a created creature, you yourself are a creature, above the creation, its source is boundless, the inconceivable void that only consciousness can fill. 】

***

[I like the girl, I would like to call you Eve.] I like boy, I'm willing to call you Adam. 】

***

The girl finally ripped open her corset, and her white skin was brutally exposed.

[Girls are really greedy creatures.

Because of this, I can tolerate your willfulness, I gave you half of my world, and gave you the other half that I am not allowed to exist. 】

The thumb and forefinger tore open the skin covering the ribcage, and jumped up the neck in the reverse circuit, burning the little man unable to take care of himself, crying and screaming.

[Girls are really kind creatures.

Because of this, you are obligated to accept everything about me, including my body, mind, spirit, consciousness, and time. 】

In the empty chest, the middle finger broke through the net and field created by the reverse loop, and sang loudly with countless notes falling from the upper vocal cords.

The pupils twisted into her chest, watching the reverse circuit being hooked out by her fingers, and the air supporting her ribs from the trachea, she felt for the first time that it was a weak balloon, stirring in someone else's wind, stuffed with bad metaphors and metaphors.

Make a fist with your five fingers and place them in your chest.

Morbid perception, transient dilation.

***

[Your lips are soft.

Your palms are warm.

I still want everything from you, can I?

Don't you already have me?

No, no, boy. Platonic love is only a small part of my affection for you. 】

***

Black Cross fell backwards and backs, and she nearly slashed through White Cross's body with a single sword.

The heart was pounding, and the calmness that had never been before alternated because she landed silently.

This sword is a magical-level decisive creation.

"So be it. I lost, and the Dream Book belongs to you. If you lose, you will be executed. ”

A stupid sense of will, instantly exalted!

"Really, dare, think!"

At this time, two straight lines are invisibly drawn between the two people, which is the blood color equal sign.

The Magic Square of Order rotates for the first time, and all of the secondary creations present are recovered.

The sun opened its eyes slightly, and the hidden things were still struggling.

"Away from the bird, the wound of creation [Black King] [Descendant of the Throne] [Discarded Propagation]. Here, accept the challenge of God, the King of Creation, the Creator, and the White Cross,"

White Cross has always hated pauses.

"Wake up from a dream, appear."