>There is a well-known legend on the Bodi continent: God created this complex world in only six days.Although human beings performed a little late on stage, this story also penetrated into their daily lives.In the most basic doctrine of Bodi, the absurd legend has been turned and 'sexual'.The fact that God is the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord has been completely established.

Albert had been educated and nurtured with all kinds of knowledge since he was a child, so he was very familiar with these things, and when the beautiful face of the 'spirit' and 'woman' king was finally displayed before his eyes, the young man couldn't help muttering to himself: "It takes six days to create the whole world, but you alone can occupy most of it, Your Majesty."

"Call me Teresa."' As she spoke, the king gently snatched the mask from Xiao A's hand and dressed up again.

"You must have a lot of secrets that you haven't told me yet." The duke deliberately showed a little dissatisfaction.

The 'woman' king did not respond immediately, but took the young man by the hand and went to an inconspicuous side room in the palace of the Eternal Tree, which was littered with various scraps and pieces, and the paint on the walls was falling terribly. The lips are red and the teeth are white, and the mouth is slightly open, and there is a feeling of "desire" to say goodbye.

Albert didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "Who is this?"

"It's a 'fine' spirit and a young 'woman'. If you look carefully at the light shining from the left side of the picture, does it just pour into the back of her hands holding her 'chest'?"

Xiao Ah nodded, but he still didn't understand what the 'female' king wanted to say.

"Why do you think she's doing this pose?"

"Touched, heartache, etc."

"Who are you waiting for, what is the heartache, what is moving?"

Because the ribbons of clouds that linger around the moon accumulate more and more, and gather thicker and thicker.

Albert was reluctant to reply hastily, and he carefully wandered his gaze from side to side over the seemingly prosaic painting. The young woman holds her heart in her hands and looks out the window as if she is bidding farewell to a confidant, or it can be said that she is looking forward to a confidant coming to meet as soon as possible.

"You can touch and feel it."' The female king suggested from the side.

The young duke carefully and lightly swiped his thumb over the painting, and strangely enough, the shape that had been flat seemed to become three-dimensional, the window, the young girl's hair, the heart-holding hands, and the red lips that opened slightly.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Albert felt himself standing in front of the young woman, and his heart-warming hands had fallen to his waist, and his two beautiful eyes were staring at the floor most of the time, unconsciously watching, and only occasionally catching up with Albert.

The young duke somehow forgot about His Majesty, and he was now the confidant of the young lady who was waiting for.

The room was erected near the sheepfold, and the bleating cries came and went, and it became a strange backdrop.

The young 'girl' shyly replied to Albert reminiscent of Catherine, the 'maid' and 'woman' of the country of Destiny.

The two lovers sat facing each other, and none of them thought to try them, even though there were all kinds of melons and fruits on the table.

"I'm going to lose you." After a continuous silence, the young 'girl' finally popped up these sad words of 'desire'.

"Why?" Albert's head was as if he had a pre-rehearsed play, without hesitation.

"You're human, I'm a spirit, we're going to get nothing." As the young woman said this, her hands were put back on her chest.

"Then I can take you out of the Danse Forest and into a tolerant little human village."

"What about our future children? If we only care about our own happiness, it will be cruel. Our child will be destined to live a miserable life with white eyes and gossip from the moment he is born, he will be between the two of us, he will live longer than the 'spirit' and the human, he can't do anything, because he is the child of the 'spirit' spirit and the human being, I don't want to do that." The young woman didn't cry, but the hands in front of her chest kept shaking.

Albert involuntarily got up and left his seat, half-crouched to his lover, kissed those two hands over and over again, and then pressed them tightly against his neck.

"You have your own career to pursue, I have my own home to protect, neither of us has the power to change the trajectory that has been set for thousands of years, our love is wrong." The young 'girl' was ruthless, and she 'twitched' her hand from Xiao A's neck.

"No, no, no." The young duke shouted. Everything is illusory and fleeting, and only the true love between the two of us is something that can really be seen and touched. You must be tired, that's why you are talking nonsense, I won't bother you, and I'll still be here on time tomorrow."

"There is no tomorrow." The young 'girl' said calmly.

"Why?" Albert's eyes shone with a penetrating light, and his gaping jaws seemed to swallow the young girl.

"Because I have a country to rule."' The spirit of the king, the king straightened up suddenly, waved her hand, and the original humble hut suddenly became a splendid palace, and her clothes changed from homely dress to extravagant evening clothes. Albert was so startled that he took a few steps backwards, and took several deep breaths.

"Teresa, you deceived me." Albert is still in the play, and his lines are ready.

"I didn't deceive you, because if we hadn't, we wouldn't have even had a chance to meet. The woman's tone was calm, but her eyes darkened.

"So, I'm just a plaything for you." Albert was indignant, and he knocked all the untouched fruit on the table to the ground, and then covered the forehead of the 'female' king with his strong palm. I don't know what your 'spirit' customs are.I have never been afraid of any worldly rules.If you and I are in love.Why do you care about so many things.If you don't love me.Why do you want me to fall so deep.You are indeed a wise man.While sitting firmly on the throne.You don't forget to flaunt your noble moral sentiments.You use magic to disguise yourself to cheat on people.Now that you see that it's out of control.I want to cross the river and tear down the bridge.Ha.Tell me.I'm your first lover."

"Fifteenth ......" The 'female' king is not prepared to hide her past at this time.

"I've heard the legend for a long time, the 'female' king of the Danse Forest has been in power for almost a hundred and fifty years, and I'm your fifteenth toy, which means that you have to change your taste every ten years. Albert applauded uncontrollably in emotion.

The 'female' king was silent, she dragged her complicated dress, and walked up to her lover, trying to 'touch' his face with her hands.

Albert's anger rises from his heart, and he is now playing not himself, but a wild magician who knows how to use fireballs.

If the thunder on the ground can make people tremble, then this sudden fireball has made the 'spirit' and 'woman' king 'confused' all at once.She didn't cry out for the severe pain.she just covered the wound tightly with both hands.Her right cheek became a terrible scorched earth.The eyelid of her right eye was completely erased.The dark green 'colored' eye looked away distractedly.Not ready to focus on any specific thing.

Albert was stunned, trying to go up and make amends, but it was too late, and the feelings between the lovers had been broken. The king's determination was to imprison her in a place from which she could never escape.

When the young duke awoke from his coma, all that was left was the wall of the grief, black hole, and his left hand drooped in a pool, and the bitter heat forced him to sit up at once.

What a silent place it is.

Albert could hear his own heartbeat clearly, he could clearly feel the flow of his blood, the volume of his saliva was almost equal to noise, the slightest friction between his eyelids and his lips would reverberate between the walls, and his thoughts were already a mess. The tattered face of the female king was deeply engraved in his mind.

The young man slammed his hands on the door of his head, and then combed back and forth along the lines of his hair, and so on and forth almost a thousand times, and he could not feel the flow of time, for love had left him far behind.

The prison was so strange that when Albert felt hungry, a lot of fresh fruit and nuts fell from the top for no apparent reason, and these things had been prepared by the 'Lady' King herself in that hut, and now they appeared here for no apparent reason.

When Albert had satisfied his appetite, a spiral staircase slowly rose up from the edge of the pool, and after about a dozen circles, Albert walked into a room that was still a black hole.

While he was hesitating, suddenly a candle lit up in the center, and a man in black sat down at a piano and began to play very familiar music. This is the Angel of Music.

Albert recognized him at once, for what he had done had seriously interfered with his life, and the young man strode forward, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him a few times at the door, but he didn't care, and the two hands were still functioning like marionettes.

"What the hell is this." Xiao Ah couldn't help but curse a few words.

It was then that a gentle voice began to sound again.

'Want' to know who it is, and listen to the next time.