Huai poem: "......"

Origin: "......"

Original photo: "......"

In the awkward silence, Hara looked around, as if he had just woken up from a dream, not knowing what was going on.

"What's wrong?" he looked at Huai Shi blankly, "Why am I tied? Why does my face hurt so much? Did someone hit me? And why is everyone looking at me?"

"This ...... It's a long story. ”

Huai Shi looked away in embarrassment, and then quietly kicked the broken figure hidden behind her a little farther away: "You were just eroded by the dream of decay, and then, everyone tried their best to save you." ”

“...... I'm impressed. ”

Hara's face turned pale: "It was like a nightmare, and I dreamed that a dark woman climbed up from the sea, like a ghost, and climbed into the stars." ”

At that moment, a chill rose in Huai Shi's heart.

He heard Harato's whisper of fear:

"She's like, right next to me......"

Broken shrill sounds rang out, one after another, accompanied by a sudden burst of mournful screams.

Countless light bulbs crumbled in an instant, darkness fell in an instant, but at that moment, a hideous shadow suddenly appeared on the crooked wall behind Harato.

Just staring at it stung Huai Shi's eyes.

Just the appearance of an afterimage led countless travelers to let out a mad cry of extreme fear.

The twisted silhouette wriggled across the wall, fleeting, outlining a twisted figure with so many holes that it almost broke through the wall.

The wriggling limbs were just a gap away from the pale original photo.

It was only a little before He was able to enter the original body......

But now, as the original photo woke up, the pendant hanging from his chest, half a tiger talisman, suddenly let out a majestic roar, and a cold phantom suddenly jumped out of it, carrying the smell of blood wind and gunsmoke.

Just like the dragon running in the heavenly dome, it is awe-inspiring and majestic.

The one-armed, white-haired old man rode an old horse, unarmoured, his right arm bare beyond the stump of his sleeve glowed like black iron, and he held a halberd in his hand.

When the eyes are raised, there is a divine light like electricity.

With the roar of the tiger talisman, the halberd in his hand slashed down, swept across, and crossed a line.

This line becomes the abyss.

Sen Leng's aura emanated from the halberd's edge, and it collided with the strange palm in one place, not only repelling the limb, but also leaving a tragic scar on it.

On Harato's arm, a wisp of darkness suddenly rose and screamed and dissipated.

With one blow, the connection between the original photo and the rotten dream was forcibly severed!

On the walls, the distorted shadows quickly dissipated and shifted to other places.

And before the afterimage of himself dissipated, the old man on the war horse looked back and instructed Yuan Zhao: "There is still a lack of experience, what is the panic." Listen to your cousin, your sixth uncle has already come to you on the road - Xiaoyuan, take this. ”

He shook his hand, and unexpectedly threw the heavy halberd in his hand thousands of miles away and fell into Yuanyuan's hand.

The ornament of Jairwood instantly spread from the halberd, covering her hands, and blessed her body with the divine power of this stigmata relic.

At the last moment, he glanced back at Huai Shi and grinned: "The little ghost is very good, come back to the house to play, bring your horse ......"

The old horse carried him and quickly dissipated.

Huai Shi didn't catch her breath until now, and asked Yuan Zhao in a low voice, "The one just now?"

"My second grandfather. ”

Hara Zhao wiped the cold sweat on his face: "Hey, why does my face hurt so much?"

"Maybe you got it when you had a nightmare, right?"

Huai Shi looked at the faint red marks on his face, thought about it, and said seriously: "At that time, you seemed to be crazy, throwing your figure on the ground and crushing it, and crying while slapping yourself, saying: I don't have a cousin and cousin in the family for this thing, I have it, and now there is no brother Huaishi like a fairy, I don't think it's a good thing......

"Huaishi, are you shaking me?" the original Zhao's eyes became suspicious.

"I lied to you with good intentions, but you don't believe it?"

Huai Shi glared at him in amazement, "Otherwise, it is possible that you were beaten by your cousin after you went crazy, and after I pouted your figure, you were still crying and calling your wife, and shouting in front of your cousin that your cousin saved me!"

He asked, "Which one do you want to believe?"

“......”

Following the 'forked dung Xiaolangjun', the original photo of the tragic social death again fell into a stagnation.

Give up thinking.

Seeing that the little brother was sunk, Huai Shi nodded with satisfaction, pulled off the rope of sorrow and put it away, and said goodbye to the original edge.

"Is this going to be gone so soon?"

Yuan Yuan was at a loss, not knowing where he was going.

"After all, there is still work to be done...... If you can't finish it, you always have to work overtime, right?"

Huai Shi glanced left and right, leaned closer, and lowered his voice: "Didn't you shoot that part just now, right......? Your wife's awesome ......"

Yuan Yuan subconsciously glanced at his pocket, and then shook his head suddenly.

I don't know if I really didn't shoot it.

Huai Shi always felt that once it was leaked out, his idol career would definitely usher in death, but he didn't pay much attention to this, even if he died, it would not be a pity.

But it was so embarrassing to post it on the Internet, and he had to ask more.

After receiving the assurances of the original edge, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.

Anyway, there will be a cast iron army left here to maintain order, and they have that weapon that Huai Shi feels terrified when he looks at it, so he won't have any trouble and no power to protect himself.

Now he is more and more worried about Ai Qing in his heart.

Shouldn't that woman have been arrogant and giving orders? Where has she run now? Isn't there really something wrong......

I don't even send a text message, and I don't reply to phone calls.

is so anxious to be a cow and a horse for himself in the next life, causing him to not even want to look at himself again in this life?

Suppressing a faint sense of anxiety and unhappiness, he ran down the hallway.

I heard the roar overhead again.

The entire group of stars suddenly shook violently.

Without waiting for Huai Shi to react, the dome suddenly shattered, and a heavily injured sublimator smashed down and landed in front of Huai Shi's heels.

Huai Shi almost stepped on his horse's face.

"Mom, why are you?" he looked down and stared at Tony in front of him.

After the horse's face, a lot of blood slipped out of Biu's thorn.

Tony choked violently and sighed helplessly: "It's a long story......"

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Two minutes ago, on the upper deck of the Stellar, the violent shock continued to spread.

The dragon roared, and crimson flames swept through, instantly dissolving the crumbling carriages into viscous juice. And even more threatening is the law of thermodynamics that dances in Andrea's hands.

Once a scholar's knowledge is transformed by the tool of stigma, the destructive power will be beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Even sublimators are out of reach.

But at this moment, as the shadows of countless bats suddenly rose, the flames were extinguished in an instant.

Morando's power has skyrocketed again!

The phantom vortex of the Rotten Dream suddenly appeared, and a shadow slowly poked out, wrapping around Morando's body like a sticky wriggling limb, pouring in a steady stream of calamitous miracles from the Rotten Dream.

Immediately after that, the second, third...... Morando's power has skyrocketed again.

But his expression was full of annoyance, without the slightest joy!

Such a phenomenon can only prove one thing - the alternative pint he prepared in advance is decoupled!

Now the power of the Queen of Rotten Dreams has chosen herself.

Maybe there won't be any problems in the short term, but in fact, it's not a gift from a rotten dream, it's better to say ...... This was the last generosity before the dove occupied the magpie's nest.

Soon, as the nightmare inside him grows, his soul will quickly dissolve into the most basic essentia in the deepest depths of the rotten dream.

After combining the power of the Queen of Rotten Dreams, it was reforged.

At that time, he will still have Morando's body and Morando's soul, but he may not be who he is now.

Rather, it is the temporary host of the Queen of Rotten Dreams, the embodiment of the ruler in the world.

It is impossible to comprehend the deepest depths of the abyss, the rulers from above, with human reason and common sense. In the same way, the chaotic existence of the ruler will not comprehend the human beings as small as dust.

They themselves are a symbol, a phenomenon, a essence condensed by the abyss.

And when this essence begins to decline, fall, and try to enter the narrow world that belongs to human beings, it will inevitably reduce itself and produce changes.

Appears in human form.

At that time, Morando's body will become the temporary shell of the Queen of Rotten Dreams.

And his soul will become a narrow container for the Queen of Rotten Dreams to emerge upon her arrival on this mortal earth.

Morando's will will become a tool for the Queen of Rotten Dreams to express her will, a Chinese room in the field of philosophy, and a black box translator.

Responsible for communicating the words and wishes of the superior to the earthly world.

A consumable.

But isn't that the role of the officiating priest of the Good Night Meeting?

Giving everything to the gods is a matter of course, and it is a great honor for any celebrity.

It's just that Morando has other opinions on this......

For this reason, he did not hesitate to choose to cooperate with the Golden Dawn, plotting to betray and abandon his dying god.

But now this curse called Grace was wrapped around his body again, and his limbs began to rapidly alienate.

Just as he began to panic, an elegant silhouette appeared leisurely between the countless collapsed carriages.

The cane fell.

Mathers lifted her top hat and looked down at his embarrassed appearance.

"Do you need my help?" he raised his palm, "Just a little bit...... Insignificant price ......"

Morando's expression contorted for a moment.

Staring at the hand he stretched out.

The hand of salvation.

He gritted his teeth and shook it.

At that moment, the corners of Mathers' mouth were slightly hooked, and a smile appeared: "Deal!"

A terrible hiss rang out and burst out.

At this moment, Morando roared, and waves of terrifying qi lifted and spread from his body, and countless sharp tentacles sprouted from his mutant blood, frantically scratching at everything around him, tearing everything that dared to approach to pieces.

He fell apart in an instant, and then reassembled in an instant.

Rejuvenated.

Above his forehead, a rune slowly appeared with his eyes closed.

And a massive nightmare erupted from his cracked back, turning into a viscous, dark fountain, a jet-black torrent cramping wildly on the ground.

Dreams of Decay.

Having lost the last of its support, the essence of the ruler could no longer be understood by ordinary people, but began to expand rapidly, forming a furious dark fog that spread and raged on the stars.

He came here.

But no believer ever bowed down to Him, and no dream could contain Him.

Dreams of displacement and decay linger painfully aboard the Acons.

Towards madness.