"Good looking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" said Minglang lowered his eyes and looked at the fine sand grasped by his fingertips.

Ice Blue Orange felt the last drop of oil burned out of the fuel tank's motor, and then the boom stopped, and she felt the sleepiness transmitted from the depths of her soul, and fell into a dark slumber without resistance.

"What reward do you want?" Sha Shuo squatted down, "In the future, you have to work harder to practice magic, don't be proud!" Ah, the butterfly flew away. ”

Delusion? Minglang raised his head, and Sha Shuo in front of him looked at Windsor gently, returning to his usual appearance, and there was no presence of him in his eyes at all.

Bing Qingcheng felt herself sinking, sinking into the pitch-black water, and she felt a powerful sleepiness and exhaustion fill her limbs, making her want to fall asleep for a hundred years. But she can't sleep peacefully, and if she does, she may never wake up again, and then she won't be able to return to her own world.

She couldn't help but think of Windsor in another world, and when she thought about it, it didn't look like Windsor in this world at all. Her Windsor is always very serious, as if she has suffered a lot, and there are few things to be happy about in life, but when facing her, she always shows a cautious and flattering smile.

Yes, knowing that after Yiyi's death, Windsor was silent for a whole month. Will Windsor realize that the one who killed her dearest adoptive mother is the only one in the world, and the other siblings have already died for various reasons, and the rest are still killing each other.

It's not that the beauty of this world is not a gentle and good woman, if this world is a world ruled by the Ice Sea King, then the brothers and sisters who don't have to be hostages to the enemy country will probably live well.

Ice Orange fell in the darkness and emptiness, and she saw countless fragments flash in front of her, circling around her body, but there was no light, and she couldn't see anything.

Until a fragment flashed by, illuminating her eyes and giving her light in the spiritual world. She saw her own existence, the existence of her own consciousness, and it was actually the naked appearance of a little girl when she was twelve years old.

The only bright fragment of memory that seemed to fall out of her own chest? Or does it exist in the spiritual world of this "sand shimmer"?

It was a glass box filled with green liquid, and a girl with a broken body and only limbs and head was wrapped in chains engraved with mysterious runes, and her long, thick hair that was scattered like seaweed, suspended silently in the liquid sealed with death.

She's alive! Even in a flash of the picture, Bing Qingcheng still felt that her heart was twisted by a yin and evil force, and she felt so uncomfortable that she almost vomited blood, and the strong and terrifying power of the girl forced her to wake up. Struggling! Take a big breath!

Then this fragment is shattered, and the crushed powder falls on the ice blue orange. Even as a conscious body, she once again felt a familiar feeling, the rhythm of madness, the running of madness, the burning of madness!

This feeling is similar to a frenzied backlash, and in people's rumors, the more powerful the backlash of strange martial arts, the more painful it is, the greater the damage to the human body. But in fact, this is not the case, the backlash of the madness is not painful, but it makes people feel soreness of the muscles of the whole body, and the bones feel heavy, if you continue to move or use the madness, you will find that the power of the madness is greater, and the cost is proportional to the speed of burning life.

"Whoa!" With a bang, the ice green orange slammed heavily on the soft and moist soil like a piece of meat.

Human memory is a wonderful thing, your experience determines your character, and your character determines your mental form. In the depths of the sea of knowledge, there is a subconscious that even you can't know, and the deepest memories of your life and your previous life are buried.

And the superficial spiritual world is built on the sea of knowledge, which is your active, short-lived, or even illogical thinking and memory. These thoughts and memories gradually go deeper layer by layer, and operate in a unique way in the deep layers, generating their own personal world, the emotional operation of joy, anger and sorrow, and the hidden secrets wandering in it.

The realm of dreams.

But these ice blue oranges don't know that in the process of her continuous fall, she has come to the middle world, a relatively complete dream realm where logic and regulation are intertwined.

She reached out and pushed the dirt off her body, and the little things that looked like wooden soldier toys immediately screamed and continued to dig in the dirt. These wooden soldiers are supposed to be based on children's toys, they are dressed in red paint, black top hats, clumsy and stiff movements, and have low intelligence.

Ice Blue Orange ignored them, digging out a picture frame from the dirt beneath his body.

Unlike the real picture frame, the dream realm photo is moving. In the photo, it was Sha Shuo, who was wearing a gorgeous knight's uniform, walking alone in a magnificent building that was supposed to be a palace, and in the next second, Sha Shuo fell firmly.

Embarrassing and unhappy memories of yourself? It seems that this is a garbage dump. Ice Blue Orange jumped to her feet, her musculoskeletal regain her dexterity, and she kicked a wooden soldier in the head, who bumped into his teammates, and the little dolls rolled into a ball and groaned like a bowling ball.

The fleshy little foot didn't fall into the dirt, and a crystal clear doll shoe dragged it. Ice Blue Orange took a deep breath, her skin glowing with a crystal light, and the dust and dirt on her skin were burned by this light, turning into black smoke. Restored to cleanliness, Bing Qingcheng dressed himself in twelve-year-old clothes.

Pink round-toe doll shoes, with a small bow on the upper, laces tied to the ankle and a heart, probably to flaunt the owner's specialness, the heel of these shoes has been raised a little, and a very stable medium and high heel has been added. The shoes contained white cotton socks that were wrapped under the knees, with small lace on the cuffs and soft yellow pompoms.

The hem of the skirt, which is slightly darker than the color of the shoes, is supported by the skirt like a round flower umbrella, and the lace skirt is cinched at the waist and fastened with a bow. Bing Qingcheng straightened the bow on her chest, it was a wonderful experience for her to regain her twelve-year-old body, she tied her slightly curly hair back and put on a pink top hat pinned to the top of her head with light gauze gloves.

But it's still cold, and the world is rejecting her. Bing Qingcheng knew that she had to stay awake in order to fight against the realm of dreams, and Sha Shuo's will was squeezing her all the time, wanting to crush her, and then bury her who had become garbage and ordinary unpleasant memories together, in the garbage dump just now.