Hunting area. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl with six pairs of wings floated in the air at 3.5 decimeters, smiling and looking at the three people who had not seen each other for a long time but had never seen each other. Although they barely said a word, from the look in their eyes, the hunting area understood that they were actually relieved, but they still did not give up.

Why give up when there is hope?

Infinite time represents infinite possibilities, who said that there is no chance to do it again, the opportunity has been created, and the next thing to see is whether these people can grasp it.

Is this the last time? Definitely not, since there is obsessive-compulsive disorder, then unless it is a happy ending, I am afraid it will still not end.

Is this a game? Is it really a game?

Who knows.

Her gaze wandered a little, and she remembered what she had seen when she woke up, many of which she had even just heard. But they all came, to testify to someone, or to a banquet that didn't exist in the first place.

But they are coming, even if they are not sure if they will be cheated again this time, even if they are not sure if they will get out of control again this time.

They still came, maybe they said they were returning the favor, but in fact, what was it? It's just that they came to join in the fun...... Ahem, pinch it out here.

An unusually holy expression appeared on the hunting area's face, but her eyes were still erratic, and her vision began to blur when she looked at Luo Yi.

When awakened from a deep sleep, who did the hunting area see? was it Luo Yi or the familiar gray eyes behind Luo Yi?

Who knows?

Even the author doesn't know, and if anyone knew, it would be hell.

Clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of the two people who were making eye contact with the pit man and the person who was completely distracted and didn't know that he was about to be pitted, and the hunting area smiled.

Pure and unpretentious, but with endless sadness.

This time, the hunting area raised his hand, holding a dull golden longsword in his hand.

She spoke, and said in a voice that seemed to be singing, "I'm sorry. ”

Luo Yi's pupils shrank, and his brain was spinning very quickly now when his IQ had recovered, so he immediately understood something, and his eyes turned helpless and unhappy when he looked at the hunting area.

That was the helplessness and unhappiness after being cheated.

Ilya didn't say anything, just nodded without leaving a trace, and his eyes didn't change much, it seemed that he had already thought of this.

So the guys who are close to the demon are very annoying, and the bureau that you have worked so hard to set up for more than half a year can be seen casually, a little bit of information, a little flaw, and people can make the cause and effect of the future clear for you, and it takes a lot of brains to write, it's really troublesome.

Only Arthur, who looked completely confused, hadn't even reacted to why the hunting area was apologizing.

Seeing that he looked stunned, Luo Yi and Ilya in the hunting area (although it seemed that there might be absolutely no one who was a 'person') looked at each other a little, and nodded at the same time, and the child really continued to be kept in the dark.

......

It's a land of endless gray and black, and all of them lose something here, and that's the very basic thing that makes up their existence.

These things that are lost are random.

To put it simply, when a sword arrives here, it may lose its sharpness, it may lose its structure, and it may lose its edge.

Here, everything is forcibly deprived of something. That's not a deprivation either, it's more like sheer non-existence from the start.

Well, probably you can understand that the egg lost its shell because it didn't have the same eggshell in the first place.

'Pollution'. These gray-black names, in fact, pollution theoretically cannot be observed, and it is impossible to have a color, but for the sake of convenience, it means that because the observer who observed all this thought that the thing should be gray-black, so the 'pollution' became gray-black.

What exactly 'pollution' is, perhaps the question has not been answered from the beginning, but in reality pollution represents chaos and disorder.

The void represents everything, she is order, and she is not order.

The world and the Void proto-creatures represent the order of the Void and the sub-order. 'Pollution' is disorder.

The antonym of order is not chaos, because chaos itself is a kind of order, and anything that can be expressed in words, remembered, planned, and determined is order.

"Pollution" cannot be identified, cannot be expressed, or even remembered.

It's something like a plague, and she's able to annihilate everything she wants, swallow it all.

Memory, images, hearsay, language, story, sight.

Of course, the diffusion and the channel here are just metaphors, and the general meaning is definitely not right, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with this understanding, well, there is no particularly big mistake.

"Real trouble!" the grumbling voice sounded, but it created order in this disorderly world.

It was a man shrouded in black robes, and the hideous mask on his face had cracked, because the mask was about to be destroyed.

At the very center of 'pollution', which may be the center, is a world of order. What kind of order is there? There is almost eternal a dull bright silver.

That's a description of space, and the pollution seems to be separated from the silver, but it seems more like it is meant to devour the silver.

I can't remember the familiar bell ringing in my ears, but I can't remember it for a long time, because I haven't seen it for a long time or I don't want to think about it at all, it must be the latter.

The vision began to blur, but the person's appearance was clear in front of him.

Finally, it's almost back, something forgotten is clear in my mind, and an anticipation rises in my chest.

The mask on his face has more and more cracks, as if it will collapse in the next second.

Ice-blue flames rose from the bright silver and began to set everything on fire, the gray-brown 'pollution' ignited by the flames, making a brain-made crackling and burning sound.

But it's said that it's made up by the brain, that is, it doesn't exist anymore.

The cracks in the hideous mask grew bigger and bigger, and finally began to fall off piece by piece.

From the bright silver, a familiar aura began to come, and finally, a girl with long silver hair and a heroic military uniform appeared here at some point.

Sha Yin, the girl's name.

There was anticipation on his face, but there were some entanglements, but those entanglements could be completely ignored.

Eventually, the bright silver began to change, turning like a whirlpool and boiling like boiling water, gurgling and bubbling.

Then, the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and the two familiar breaths got closer and closer, and finally a familiar ethereal voice sounded in my ears.

"Luo, and Xiaoyin, I'm back......"