Spinner, spin, spin.......

The world opens a new page with a big belly, and the words roll down the writer's hand, broken, closed, pieced. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Click, strange noises coming from the cage. Oh, it's her, right?

At this moment, a second later, a golden ratio data point between the three microsecond units in a second, the memory of the white villain was erased into a clean blank.

Snow White World Barrier!

Open.

"You dream, you dream."

―――――― letters to different beings

Every time you enter the White Gate.

Enter the White Gate again.

Mixed with splashes, she screamed from the dragon's mouth and plunged into the air, smashing the Romanesque columns of the temple with the snake's tail brushed behind her. Cross your arms and twist them into a twist.

The moment of the fall, the snow-white world, open your eyes.

See you!

The look slipped away, and White Cross was disappointed again.

The dragon's claws droop, revealing its long-term insight, but with mismatched complaints.

Ah, it hurts, it hurts.

The white cross under the pillar raised his head to admire, where did the skylight come from, and where did the moonlight go? Is the dark sun on the other side healthy? Knowingly asking, asking and answering yourself, 10,000 times to achieve, too abnormal.

The white door could not be closed, and the gap in the waterfall that had stagnated in the air pushed the hundred-meter torrent behind the retrieval time, and it was firmly pressed against the surface of the dome above the temple, and the stained glass beneath it widened the cracks, and the air became cloudy.

Isn't it still on the ground?

yes, yes, we're out, but where is the ground.

A dragon's head called, it was a dragon's roar, mixed with the snake's spitting sound was small, did you hear it?

Tumbling, another faucet stirred up the sound, carried the big lock on the head, and smashed the column foot, which was ineffective.

Eyelid pull-down. The girl blamed herself, and her atrium, which had not yet cooled, poked straight into her chest. Okay now, George shouldn't forgive me, it should spread in the sky, a backboarder? A hypocritical pope? I've always been seen that way, the writer's face, that face, the image...

No, White Cross, you don't need to blame yourself, this is my home, my delivery room. If you die one day, you will rest on your throne. Sleeping in the wilderness is not the fate of a king.

I see you.

When he turned over, he fell into the temple hall, where the multicolored oil painting glass, the light of the patio, the wrought iron carving, and the arch were dismembered.

Boom down, the seven locks, followed. It seems that George is not worried about his ability, even if he is a king, there is a "just in case". It seems that not being trusted is the norm. It's a different way, I'm really cold.

Three heads, attached to the body of a serpent, undeveloped and fully developed, lying on both sides of the white cross, prostrate, in the center of the temple. Those who have not yet appeared in the back, those who have not yet come down on their heads, and those who have not approached beside them have frozen at this moment. The white cross looked around, carving a visual circle centered on himself, and with the high-speed slow chanting, the dark iron pillar poked out of the ground and bent and long. Higher than the dragon's wings, higher than the field of vision, higher than the sky. The birds in the cage cried hard, and the three of them sang in unison, but they pulled up the palm of Mengdian's hand and covered it above the ear.

Strabismus, one-point perspective, two-point perspective.

Space is all about everything.

"Before I came here, I hadn't measured the depth or length of my dreams. Plus the width measurements given by the writer, good, good. When it is taken, can this be considered a betrayal? I stood up for what I believed in the dream world, and I believed that the dream world was real, because of my pre-existing nature, which proved it. ”

"Why, the truth you saw in my belly, [Hindsight], only taught you this?"

Speak, beg to speak.

Look at both ends to find a non-existent rebuttal word. Presumably because of the discovery, the eyes exploded, and the White Cross noticed that it was a very hot blood red, about to flow out, piercing through the turbulent layer of the air.

"Shut up, she's just a ****, a little bit!"

The other end turned to the other side, and the fine dragon scales on the surface of the neck were opened, accompanied by a roar, and a touch of blood. The mouth that has bitten something is always false, and it always thinks that meat is fed.

The white cross stepped back, covering his mouth and nose lightly, and breathed sideways.

"Defile her, go, go!"

One bite over the other, roaring and shaking the hem of the king's skirt. She was frightened, and it was impossible for her to attract the light in the stone-cast scabbard in the temple, hook her fingers, divide them, and draw crosses on its face, and beat the flesh out, but it could not have the effect of shutting her mouth.

The voice is divided, and the screams are added.

"Disrespectful, you share the same body, but your wills are not synchronized."

"Self-referential creation, your original name. Stop growling. I, Dream Classic, Dream Classic, White Cross, I would like to pay you the highest respect....... Oh, no need to be silent, it's not your instinct. I taught you to be silent like this? The sin is terrible. Taming things, taming the sleep of a life, is the thing I hate the most. ”

The heads crossed each other, the scales intertwined, and sparks sparked, so hard that only the fat tongue remained.

Hah.

"I don't trust you. You kill Loraine, and that's enough to get your Dream Gene rejuvenated. But now, you've intercepted something from the interior of Sun One. I'm lucky enough to be able to look at it. They are beautiful, like a record that does not belong in this world, a nested structure of another space. It's very similar to our dreams, and it makes me interested in you, thankfully, demon. ”

When he takes it, he coils his body and burrows into the inside of his body with three ends, revealing his eyes. Blink an eye, once or twice. The white cross was enlarged a lot in the pupils, and gradually aimed, outlining the outline of the girl's eyes, the kind of flesh white with a gentle blood color, the retina can reflect the brilliance of all things. Eyebrows fluttering, eyelashes dodging, what a wonderful machine!

It began to hesitate, and things here became greater, and when it entered this world before, it only heard the commands of its master. Of course, it is your instinct to obey orders, but now you have to change the orders themselves.

Since birth, it has not had time to reflect, and the king has given it enough time.

"What are you looking at?"

When you are afraid, rub the edge of the giant lock behind the iron pillar. With his head raised up, connected to the traces of the heavenly light, and his body thinned, the king's eyes also showed such a character—not to cross the circle of strong meanings, and to portray the dignified wine glass in it, to pour a little...

A little rebellious.

"I'm watching, you've seen the truth."

"What does it mean?"

The dark pillars peeled off bright fragments, and the rapid oxidation of the dragon scales after they fell off created an attractive low-level state of retrieval time.

"You know, the writer was once in another world. But most of the people in the dream world do not accept such a statement. Their faith was built by themselves and has little to do with you, so you are a lost faith, but chased, driven away, and forced to spit out the non-existent truth. The writer created the world, and indirectly created you. ”

The voice is low and should be hidden.

"He gave this world three abilities, origin, reproduction, and death. As this book, you, too, have these three things. ”

"I still don't believe it. When you take it, you absorb the writer's mind in Sun One, but it doesn't mean that you understand the whole thing. The White Pagoda and the Black Pagoda have three ruins of [Theory of Fear], "Theory of Justice", and "Theory of Fantasy". This... It doesn't have to be evidence that they correspond one-to-one! So far, I... What I want to know, what I want to know the most, is my own history. When you take it, if you have the necessary secrets, can you ...... Confession, my ....... [existential]? ”

The voice is rising, and the text needs to be weak.

"Then my [existence], can you be open?"

Good condition.

The white back suddenly roamed in the temple, and the little man did not respond to the flickering screams when he picked it up, with a human tone and a lack of adult confidence.

"You're just a child."

The gray dress pulls down, first from the shoulders, through the movement and contraction of the arms, the swaying angle of the waist muscles, to the slightly raised patella on the calf, to rest.

The edge of the dragon's eye and the snake's eye once again received signals from the human body. The signal is strong, unrepentant, and when the pinch is taken, the whole body is hot

Nerve.

Live area.

Dead zone.

The will to move.

Latent awareness.

Usurpation of power.

Hidden Skylight.

Angel trombone.

The flower stalk of memory, the fragrance of green fields.

Symphony of Tranquility, Splendid Chapel.

The beauty of alternating primary colors and unbalanced proportions.

Awaken the soul.

The girl is charming, only with her eyes, grabbing the hot mouth and knocking on the iron pillar, moaning, blurred, hue, close in front of her eyes.

"I'd love to get it."

The two arms are stretched out with long swords, attached to the bottom of the lumbar vertebrae, and the shadow is obliquely moving.

"Beauty, taste, delicacies, food."

The arch soared, the woman on the stained glass walked into the bath, the mist slashed off half of the figure, and bit herself when she took it, the primitive impulse, among the seven deadly sins, ****, squeezed out his heart, the lock pulled the flesh, the bow stood up, the flesh swelled, and the skeleton knocked the copper bell out of the ensemble in the repeated brittleness, becoming a blood overload note.

"Last time, [Living Grave] was smiling like that. You and I have different identities, and the desire for reproduction is joyful. ”

The girl made silk cloth, reed pages, ivy, peacock feathers, decorated the lower body, poured into the throne, a cluster of crimson poppies, a short knife in her arms, and a brass pocket watch on her wrist.

Slope down the patio.

Ionian Pillar in the bosom.

Black and white floor tiles at the end of the horizon.

The central axis of the temple.

"But it's the same..."

Go to sleep.

One big.

The three heads of the time are in unison.

A small.

The hands run.

"Judgment, begin."