3 And sometimes a man seems to be a man of flesh and blood, and is flesh,

However, there are times when people are also machines, machines that need to operate and operate there.

And it's still there at high speed and in great pain and pain and pain.

Then, it is there that I feel what kind of death and death, what kind of unknown and impossible I feel there. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What you have is something that is impossible to get there, and what you can't get.

When everything is impossible there, it will choose to forget there,

When the empty and very illusory and inexplicable illusions and illusions arise there, and then all the illusions and illusions are shattered there,

The whimsical dream was completely shattered there, and then everything was back to square one again.

It was there that when everything returned to a kind of origin and place, he began to start again from the saddest and most humble origin.

He descended the stairs step by step. How weak a person can be, how easily he can be hurt and defeated right there,

The body and the body can be broken and defeated there, but what is there to control is still something that feels incredible,

What is there is very unreal there, as if everything is just a burden and a burden.

Everything felt empty and impossible.

Everything felt very unreliable and impossible there, just something that was blasted and dead there.

There was something that exploded and died there.

What is there is always there is something that cannot be explained.

But when something is unclear and difficult to understand, it is still there to choose not to fear,

I'm still there trying to learn to adapt to something, something that has disappeared, something that has disappeared, and something that has disappeared.

All of them still need to learn to adapt there, they don't need to be too happy when they are proud, and they don't need to complain too much about being sad and sad.

There is something that still needs to be endured very, very there, and what is there to be pushed to the limit of patience and tolerance.

It's just struggling at that limit, and dying at that limit, as if you've forgotten everything you have at that limit.

There is something like foam, floating and suspended in that earthly air, it is a suspended air,

It also seems to be a kind of forgetfulness and forgetfulness that is suspended there, but something that feels very disturbed there,

What kind of interference there is, just what kind of depression you feel there, and what kind of suppressed pain and pain you have,

I felt some kind of pain and something impossible, as if there was something that was becoming more and more distant.

What there is is is compressed there, and what has been compressed there has been,

It is a simple happiness, it is a very simple joy and happiness that cannot be forgotten and forgotten.

But it will still be at that time, just there to forget and forget.

It's a kind of vanity, it's a kind of unreality, it's all a kind of artificiality and hypocrisy.

It's all inexplicable, and it's all something that seems to need to disappear and be dismissed there.

There is something that needs to be stopped there, just there to rest, just to rest there,

And only in that pause, I felt a very, very tired and powerless, and only in that weariness and powerlessness,

I felt a kind of futile emptiness, just where I felt that there was someone, who turned out to be there and my own heart was very far away.

What kind of heart you have, there is still some distance from your own heart.

Those distances seem to be no longer close to each other.

Will everything be forgotten and forgotten there?

As if it was forgotten there, and as if it was there that it could not be forgotten, when what kind of trauma and injury really occurred there,

What is it that will forget the scene of being hurt?

Or will they forget and forget their own pain and past scars?

I always feel what kind of alienation and alienation I feel there, what I have there to forget and forget,

There is something that can be burned a little there, and there is something that can be hidden there.

Then, in the midst of that, I felt something as if I would be electrocuted there.

It's just that what kind of electrocution pain and pain I feel there, and it seems that I feel what kind of electrocution I feel there, what kind of forgetting and forgetting.

Because it's too unreal, it feels like a dream and a dream, and it's still so unreal.

Still so unbelievable and unconvincing and unbelievable something, can't believe in nightmares,

Still can't believe in happiness, still can't believe in deception and hypocrisy, still can't believe in fatigue and exhaustion, and what is in it will disappear there.

There seems to be something that seems to disappear and disappear for a long time there, when it is wrong, it is right, when it is right, it is wrong.

In that world, it was as if right and wrong were completely reversed there.

It is a kind of upside-down pain and pain that is felt in it, and it is also in that upside-down world,

I feel what kind of helplessness, what kind of helplessness I have, and what kind of depression and difficulties I feel in that can't help it.

Time may just be consumed in large quantities there, just consumed there endlessly, just helpless and difficult to find.

Is it something that needs to be struggling there?

He seems to have found something there, because he was already there to smell something,

When he had reached the last step, when he had completely descended the steps, his brow furrowed even more in the darkness.

He could really smell the smell of blood there.

Uncle...... He just felt the blood in his brain seem to rush into his head there,

It was as if the blood of the whole body had been poured and flowed back there.

He just felt a kind of confusion and helplessness in his heart there.

Could it be that the skeleton is referring to such a thing?

Ye Luokong just felt a very confused feeling there, but he smelled the smell of blood in the room,

I was still very, very worried, and the smell seemed to come from the kitchen.

Perhaps, the bone frame was used to attack the old man when he was cooking in the kitchen.

But why did the bone frame do so badly to an old man?

Is it just because of the uncle's complaints?

Is it just because the old man is there complaining and complaining about the bone-cracking noise?

But there's no need to be so vicious?

Although a large number of question marks and confusion swirl in that mind,

However, Ye Luokong still tolerated the smell of blood there, so he walked straight in the direction of the smell of blood.

But at this time, I heard a knock on the door, and there seemed to be a faint sound of calling the door.

Ye Luokong tried to listen there, but it was a very familiar voice:

"Open the door, open the door! Is it a failure? Disappointed, are you home?

Why did you lock the door! Then hurry up and open the door for me! ”

The bard was just there to feel his brain knot there instantly,

It's the old man, it's indeed the old man's voice, so where does this smell of blood come from, do you want to let the old man in?

This is his home.

However, when the old man smelled the smell of blood, how could he explain it.

What to do? What to do?

Ye Luokong was just confused and at a loss in the old man's constant urging to call the door.