People love to talk about the moon, and say to look at the circle, and say to look at the lack, in fact, I have not changed at all, what has changed is only the hearts of those people, those people always love to make excuses for their change of mind, of course, people change with the change of circumstances is just the norm, but it is not right to rely on my head, I have a little ability to trigger the tide, but I don't know what is the use?

I, I look so beautiful, obviously dangling, white and fat, but these rays are not mine, borrowed from the sun, I don't even shine, I am just a substitute for the sun at night, I can't help but be dyed with some desolation.

When you look up at the moonlight, in fact, in my eyes you are just a landscape, but there are too many scenery, and I can't see it, but at night, when you make any light, I will look at it a few more times.

The red-eyed giant bird on the ground was burning, the people below were busy, and some people were looking at me in a daze, and there was a fat child in black on the edge of the cliff, sitting cross-legged, looking at me stupidly.

Of course, I didn't notice her at first, and although I could zoom in on the scenery at will, she was just the size of dust at first.

I came early today, yawning, and I heard something growling.

After the night darkened a little, a small dragon rose from the huge whirlpool of Vortex Town, the little dragon was very beautiful, it had wings, but its eyes were red, and it couldn't help itself, probably controlled by something.

I pushed away the clouds and vapour in the void that obstructed my vision, and a young boy dressed in black stood at the water's edge, controlling the beautiful white dragon.

The manipulation of living things requires nothing else but a lack of compassion, and this boy is like the best example, in order to achieve the goal, what are the feelings and lives of others?

Compassion is such a thing, it's really wonderful, sometimes it's actually simple, I can't help but feel uncomfortable when I see you crying, I also sigh for you when I see you encounter something bad, sometimes it's that simple.

But simple things are often hard to do.

The boy who was dyed with demons in his heart, doing things like dominoes, he was involved in the white dragon under the abyss, the white dragon soared in the sky, seemingly free, but it was just a marionette, and was manipulated to run towards the red giant bird, the bloody breath of the red giant bird fluttering fan can be a full meal, or it can be a food for help.

People like to enumerate opposing things and create confrontational situations.

Delicate white wings, glittering pearlescent scales, sharp claws and fangs tear through the night sky and are unstoppable.

But near the wings of the giant bird, there seemed to be another pair of wings, and the huge black wings grew on the back of a girl in a red dress.

The extremely vivid colors are displayed, and the light I borrowed from the sun creates a gorgeous theatrical light and shadow for them at the moment.

Two pairs of wings hovering in the air, black and white facing each other, the white dragon and the girl facing each other, the card looks like this.

But if you make stills, the posters on the screen will be the boy in black who is dyed with demons, and the girl in the red dress who is overly ostentatious, they each account for half of the poster, and I also have the honor of being the favorite light source of mankind in the background, and there will be some petals scattered in the air or something.

It's time to get some popcorn, I thought, and then look forward to the next episode.

The girl looked at the white dragon with amusement, the white dragon looked fierce, but it was like a paper tiger, and it roared so violently that it looked like a kitten meowing to the girl, and the girl's expression made this clear.

I thought it would last a long time, but I didn't expect the girl to just yawn and flap her wings a few times.

The transparent control lines of the entangled white dragon all appeared at this moment, flickering with golden, red, or silver light, and the white dragon showed its fangs and claws that were being manipulated and struggling from the surface posture of freedom.

The girl began to form some formations again, but the movements were gentle, as if the stage actor was fascinated by stroking something in the void, and it was like opening a bomb box and choosing the red or white lines inside, why, the moon couldn't understand this?

I know everything about this moon! (`へ´*)ノ

She smiled with satisfaction, as if deciding which thread to cut, but she didn't cut the thread at the last minute to relieve the danger of a desperate situation, as in the thrilling movie.

Her hands were like weaving something or tying a rope, the silk threads in the air were entwined, and the various speeds of light were intricately intertwined, the white dragon's body trembled, and the control line that bound the white dragon trembled, messy,

That force is channeled downwards, like you fly a kite and attract thunder.

The boy put a white dragon up and wanted to start the meal, but it attracted something even more terrifying.

The well-informed Ben Moon couldn't see the girl's operation clearly at this time.

I had no choice but to clear the clouds and follow the control line, and found the boy again, the boy's hand controlling the silk thread was deeply scarred, and the fluorescent line reflected the human blood that continued to seep out.

His face was pale, and his forehead and neck were soaked.

He wanted to try his best to salvage the situation and control the white dragon tightly, but the berserk demon was controlling him in turn, and he was the one being manipulated at the moment.

The boy is expected to die soon.

But the girl yawned, and then seemed to be bored all of a sudden, and at once her hand was released, and she flapped her wings and ran towards me.

The boy fainted at the water's edge as if struck by lightning, but the thin line of control was still connected to him and the white dragon, the white dragon's red eyes flashed, and it seemed to turn back to pure black, but switching back and forth, the white dragon never had the ability to control himself, and in the short moment of gaining free consciousness, it summoned a slight rain, as if it was giving someone some instructions.

Soon, his eyes turned red again, and then he fainted, falling straight down, falling into the water, and the whirlpool river that came into contact with the hot white dragon boiled at once. The swirling water was filled with high-temperature water vapor, and the sleeping boy's face looked innocent at the moment.

This kind of shot always makes people feel faint, by the way, I just mentioned a girl in black, which I found from the direction where the girl with wings came, and after infinitely zooming in, she sat on the cliff and looked at me.

Her expression didn't look like sadness, but she pouted and occasionally smiled, like a fool who would tell herself a joke.

According to Ben Yue's many years of experience, if the girl who looks at the moon alone is not crying, it will not be long before someone walks up to her.

Sure enough, Old Moon, I guessed correctly, and I ate a bowl of mung bean paste to reward myself.

The two of them look very harmonious under the moonlight, of course, it may be because they are wearing clothes of the same color, but I prefer that this is the perfect CP sense created by the official CP. (*^▽^*)

"Wu Manman, why are you sitting on the edge of the cliff and watching the moon." Wu Manman's ears heard Ruli's voice, and she was really startled, because when she looked at the moon, she thought about Ruri for a while, just a little ha, and then she had auditory hallucinations?

But there was obviously someone around her, Wu Manman looked up, and Ruli was in front of her, standing beside her and looking at her.

Ruri wears a black dress in the night, and it seems to melt into the night, but the colorful Ruri clearly exists in front of her, is it a hallucination? Wu Manman thought so for a moment.

But all this was too real, she panicked and wanted to get up to say goodbye to Ruri, but after sitting for too long, her legs were numb, and her hands that had been propped up were suddenly pressed very the ground, and the hands that had just eased up were stimulated, and she screamed in pain.

Ruri quickly held her shoulder, Wu Manman leaned on Ruli slightly, Ruli took Wu Manman's hands and spread them gently, the palms that were already wounded and bloodstained were stained with sand and stones, and it seemed that new blood was coming out.

Ru Li carefully picked out the sand and stones one by one, and at the same time asked softly if it would hurt, Wu Manman shook his head dumbly. Then he looked at Ruri, who was seriously dealing with the wound with his head down.

Is this the moon fulfilling her wish? Ruri was in front of her eyes, so close, the sound of breathing could be heard softly, and the body temperature could be shared.

Ah, it's up to this moon again, I took a bite of matcha-flavored potato chips, and continued to watch the plot seriously, there are many human tricks.

The sand and gravel seemed to have been cleaned up, Ruli took out a small square handkerchief again, carefully wiped off the dust and blood, and then took out a new handkerchief to bandage Wu Manman's hands respectively, Wu Manman seemed to have two little claws, Ruli was relieved with satisfaction.

The two stayed on the edge of the cliff, and it was quiet for a moment, Wu Manman didn't know what to say, and Ruli didn't seem to know what to say, as if he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would ruin the current atmosphere.

"Wu Manman, where are the wind chimes I gave you?" Ruri lightly opened the conversation.

Wu Manman was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and didn't know how to answer.

Ru Li didn't care, took out a wind chime from his arms, and shook it in front of Wu Manman, the silver flowers swayed, and the familiar and beautiful ding dong sound sounded, Wu Manman looked up and saw the moonlight flowing in the crystal wind chime.

"Then I'll send you again, this time don't be taken by someone else." Ruri showed a gentle smile, a thoughtful feeling of intimacy.

Wu Manman stretched out his hands, his two paws spread out, wanting to take the wind chime.

Ru Li was about to put it on Wu Manman's hand, but when she saw the bandaged hands, she hesitated again because of the wound, Wu Manman thought that Ru Li was going to regret it, and her eyes were a little eager, staring at the wind chime as if she was going to fly away.

Ru Li's other hand gently touched Wu Manman's head: "Good, I'll help you put it first, and I'll give it to you when your hand is ready." ”

Wu Manman got the answer and nodded obediently.

The two looked at the bright moon again.

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It is said that some people are worried about me? That's news. However, for me, a ghost who wanders around the campus and seems to never be able to get out, I don't know the time, and I have unfinished exams, maybe the word old news or rumors is more appropriate.

What's more, the owner of this diary is still moonlight!! Are all schizophrenia so advanced now? Or is it true that I, the ghost, was fortunate enough to be part of the story of the moon?

PS: People in horror stories have a high chance of being ghosts.