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Until late at night, it is impossible to distinguish between days and years.

"That's how I sat until the lighthouse went out and the sun was exposed. Your dad's business, Eun...... We used to love each other..."

"yes, yes, I'm tired of listening."

Light-level mercenaries, sneering, seated, entering middle age, still with curves on their chests.

The curve is undulating.

"Mom," the little girl raised her arms, her palms naturally drooping. "You haven't read my diary yet."

"No... This. ”

Sneering, a mother, simply listening to the fairy tales that float out of the girl's mouth.

There is a sleeve expansion, pleats, and there is not.

"I burned it on your burial day."

The wind chimes were hung last night, and now the wind is surging with the sound of childhood, pure and delicate, as hard as the old foreign word zarton, but it is the most suitable density to depict nostalgia. There are cross knots, churned knots, hole knots, and peak knots according to personal preference.

"Burn it... Finish? ”

"Well, I burned him with my own hands. Mom, I don't want you to see ...... Father. ”

The peak knot is a powerful hanging bell, and there is a small Zhu in the bell, which becomes crimson at night, and the wind chimes sound even heavier.

"Isn't it......."

Ouroboros slumbered on her back, and she remembered what had happened before.

I remember vividly, but sometimes I feel a tangled mood of joy and horror: I can no longer pick up the spear, although I have a memory, I can't use one percent. She began to blame herself, how would someone respond or defend herself if the "writer" came? Throwing herself back to the original state of her desire - she did not meet Lu'er, but started again - she will eventually embark on the path of finding her biological mother again. And I am at the end of the dream, waiting for the arrival of another [realization].

Since she could expect that she was willing to extinguish the little girl's dream, she couldn't expect anything.

It is recorded that the proverb written by the eldest is that a desire is a spiritual force, without personal will, but pure hope and yearning. The dream is the sanctification of selfishness, and the Tao says that the individual is a level of world order, close to domination. To put it simply, the desire is not for oneself, and the dream is not for others. ”

"I'm not good at scrutinizing when you talk like that."

"Do you think that in this dream world, no one has left because of hunger, and everyone finds solace in creation, what is the same as the "unity of the present world"? ”

Not really, people here no longer have the concept of "work".

There is no place for the "worker", not persecution, but too old concepts and positions.

"The dream world seems to exist a little strangely, but some boring wishes are driving it, and what is above the transcendent is not transcendence, so I have not had "faith" here, and like some people in the present world, I am simply living. Taunt, you are the seventh, a mercenary of the Light Tier, we don't require you to be knowledgeable, but at least, when you are in front of the [Writer], you can be unconfused. The first mercenary, your lover, I'm afraid you don't understand the reason why I couldn't save him...... He didn't die honorably, he was still thinking about your relationship with this dream world before his head was crushed, even ...... didn't have time to abandon everyone's little daughter...... of the confession ......."

It's really a form of aggrieved departure.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, and it was pouring into a waterfall and smashing down to the cliff behind the Jiyuan Pavilion.

Waking up late at night is a common occurrence.

Afraid of sharing a room with her daughter, the kimono woman had to prepare a room in the high-rise tenju according to custom. Vaguely, she endured the lingering pleasure in the room not far away, the voices, sighs, moans, skin rolling off and high-speed impacts, and her hearing even filled with a series of sweat, hissing a few times, she was so frightened that she squeezed out tears, her whole body was hot, she sat upright, and swallowed countless sips of light wine.

Brain fever.

Sometimes, I am afraid of love, and I jump back into my childhood self before I met him, and imagine in the bath where men are different from them.

It was only after obtaining Lu'er that she saw who ruled the love.

It's a new person, it's Lu'er.

The baby had not yet said the first word, but he had to serve her, and crying was a command.

[Go and open the dream world.] 】

Women must perform.

[Leave me behind, it's okay. 】

Lou said this to me before she was named "Luer".

[Then, get out of there, and we'll be together.] 】

Naturally, he understood, did a lot of things for me, and finally found a problem, almost no one can distinguish between "dreams" and "wishes". The writer did it, and the Dream Book was originally a fairy tale, and there should be no such book in a bookstore.

Totally black fairy tale.

It is a virus that infects people through words, and the deeper they read, the more they become infected, and they become terminally ill and blind, and there is no corresponding medicine and doctor. The source of the Black Death was hidden in this fairy tale book, and it was self-replicating with the primary purpose of infecting children.

"Want to see dreams....... To what extent can you do it, desire...... And how many mistakes can be retracted, writer, writer! ”

The woman in the kimono rushed in, and the aftermath established a circle, constantly expanding, and the corridor was straight, the walls were exposed to the wooden frame, and the paper was curled and scorched in the sawdust, and boomed, and was sent out of the building by the air, a woofer.

She hid inside the circular scratches, and the woman in the kimono looked up and down, the edges of the scratches were messy, and the calligraphy was very sloppy.

Walking into the circle, it was very warm, and the temperature was instantaneous, and the smell of wine was ambushed at the rim of the glass.

"Take me to the Fragmentation Room."

"Yes."

Someone walked over the pond, no, out of the pond, and people were surprised to see a girl standing in a man's pile.

She didn't pause, and walked through the corridor even more, with a large fish's tail behind her.

Crackling, both hands pierced through the water curtain cloud wall, hanging upside down on the horizon, the other party on the solid wood floor, sneering was also very surprised, seeing a girl kneeling towards herself, saying something with cysts in her mouth. Say what? Sneering cautiously approached, the kimono woman behind her held her breath, her body still linear.

"Are you...... 7th place..... Light-tier mercenaries, Lord Sneer, I know..."

She didn't slow down at all, and stubbornly spat out the words, believing that she was a person who couldn't understand and couldn't do anything about it. Light-level mercenary, this name is like thunder, but now the ridicule is full of sadness, I don't know if I should put my smile on my face at this time.

"She's not here anymore, she's gone..."

"Please! Tell me when she's going back..."

"Forever."

Little Poseidon, it's her.

The woman in the kimono took the knife and watched kindly.

Transformed into a fish, he firmly occupies the position of mercenary with extremely high-speed sprints and "roughly" self-reconstructions, but has no interest in being the eighth.

The little sea god, with a mournful face, a shining fish bracelet around his waist, a slender and slender figure under the red lantern, and warp scales also began to reach the calf, which is really a charming scenery.

"She's coming back!"

Sniffing at the words of command, he pulled the little sea god up, and when the kimono woman opened her mouth, she waterlogged her shoulders and led them in. The arms are strong, and the biceps brachii are somewhat developed, which presses the little sea god's eyes to stretch forward, and water spits out of his mouth.

"I'll take you."

Well, it's disrespectful to say that, right?

After thinking about it, he looked at the red road under the lantern and counted all the work in the fragmentation room.

There is a person,Can help the little sea god.,Although she can't fight.,But it's a very honest girl.,Collecting information as the highest interest.,The current head of the Black Tower Laboratory.,It is said that he has mastered the most extensive map data in the dream world.,The knowledge reserve can be called [Mobile Library] and [Writer's Second Person].

"I'll take you to the database."