"Why did you give it a poker face?"

"I miss Her Majesty." The little daughter smiled softly, "Do you remember?" We can hold flowers in our hands and we can fight with swords, she said. I'm resilient here, but by missing her. Nie Du has their regrets here, and I came to watch, but I can't represent that seat. ”

Chen Xueli, this thousand-year-old dream girl, the trophy in the hall, she wore the crown and stood on this long step for a long time, and the burning feather was a black hole, smashing all the teenagers into slag.

After the moldy turtle left, the red-clothed guard on the white jade steps saluted and retreated, returning to his own feudal country, and the little pear broke into the world of mist, and the outline of her figure slowly blurred.

On the wasteland, light and shadow are intertwined, the turtle wears a mask, the symbols on it are not clear, it gropes in the blue-gray world, the sky breaks, the heavy light presses the ground little by little, the waterfall flows backwards, the square stone monument stands in front of it, and it is only when you get close that you can see the whole picture: it is a door.

Fantasy.

The mold turtle is like a livestock transported from the farm to the slaughterhouse, the whole world is busy, but it has nothing to do with it, it doesn't need to be understood, it just needs to be felt.

The flames burned above the water, and the light that reflected each other was as gorgeous as a flower in the eyes of the mold turtle, it was quietly blooming, budding and waiting to be released, staring at them, the heart of the mold turtle swelled up with an impulse, it was mobilized by emotions at this moment and gradually tended to the mold turtle, the evil but majestic power surged out of nowhere, terrible and scorching.

I've met you again.

The sound was unfounded and unpredictable, but the turtle heard it well, and it looked around, then slowly regained its numb composure, wrapping itself in a cocoon, and maintaining it with a hint of anger because of the behavior of the well-behaved clown.

It's time for rebellion.

The laughter again, with no direction.

You're not the first to leave me, but I want to get you back;

Accept my coming, take off your mask, and see yourself reflected in the water.

The voice became clearer and clearer, the power of bewitchment became stronger and stronger, the mold turtle opened its eyes uncontrollably, wanting to see its appearance, but the mask made it difficult for it to make a large bowing movement, it frowned, and then stopped responding to the voice, but it was precisely because of its own downward look that the mold turtle finally determined the source of the sound:

own heart.

My, heartbeats?

The big turtle was a little surprised, and then took a deep breath, but at this moment, the voice was silent, which made the mold turtle have a trace of suspicion.

Does my heart speak?

Why?

My memories of the past?

No, memory, iceberg, collective memory......

Who am I?

The turtle frowned and stopped responding.

By the moment, the water had spread past its knees, and the door seemed to be only a few steps away, but the big turtle was sure that he would be immersed in the water as he approached the stone monument.

I'm a moldy turtle, why don't I want to go into the water?

Wait, I'm standing with my legs upright now?

The big turtle finally realized this problem, and then naturally lowered its head, and the poker face did not provide a blocking effect at that moment, it saw its own appearance directly:

A man wearing a black robe with a round poker face mask, with short "hands".

It must be human.

The black water made the turtle unable to see the exact appearance of its feet, and it retracted its perception for a moment, unwilling to detect whether its flippers were feet or not, and in this way, it slowly approached the stone monument, and then slowly turned into a turtle, and when the water overflowed its chest, it began to swim.

Where is this?

It's weird.

The mold turtle itself didn't notice it, and its tone became like a child, like the kindergarten mold turtle who joked with Lin Xingyu, instead of the creature who claimed to only have kindergarten when answering the queen's question.

It's strange why I always feel constrained when I'm truly free?

My heart, my love?

Well?

When the molten turtle floats on the water, it always feels that it has grasped the point, but it seems that it can't understand it, so it can only let it slip away, chagrined, painful, its consciousness is like a doll, and it has no ability to deal with these things.

It's okay, I'm a doll, if I don't do it, I won't do it~

The big turtle was free and easy, it approached the stone monument, ready to knock it, but then, it was like crossing, directly fell in, in an instant, the water was sucked away by the waterfall like a dragon, instantly, but like the vicissitudes of the sea changed, the stone gate burst out of the golden light, the dazzling hot flow, the whole valley was illuminated.

It's full of cobwebs.

The moldy turtle is gone, but because it has that poker face, it will come back sooner or later.

In the distance, the queen smiled faintly, and the prince was looking through the ancient books in a wheelchair on the side, he didn't miss that era, but the origin of many things needed to be explored from inside.

"Is the gentleman here to wait for me? Unfortunately, my mask was given to someone who was destined for it. ”

The queen squats high and low, she is beautiful.

There are two kinds of beauty in this world, one is the best perfection everywhere, and the other is that you can't see where the beauty is, but God thinks it's beautiful, the so-called "heaven is beautiful", most of the stunning colors are the former, but the little pear is not, she is so beautiful that the two are intertwined, on the whole, I only feel general, but look closely, how to see how beautiful, but if I don't pay attention, I forget it all.

As an extraterritorial servant, her realm is obviously a cut above that of Zhuo Yu's attendants, at least when facing the prince, most of the superiors maintain relative respect, while Chen Xueli behaves more freely.

"It's just been a long time."

"In order to hide from [Seventeen] and hide the generations, you have put yourself into the bureau of Burning Feather, it is not easy to see you."

"I don't have my subjective will."

"Yes, by chance, but you have the opportunity to leave here later, many times, so we all guess that you are not willing to touch the generation, and later, we guess that it is because *** is still within the generational range. You're so senior that I don't even know how to get in touch with you. "Little Pear behaves intimately, slightly coquettish, and looks like a junior's posture, but maintains the way of talking with her peers.

"I'm thinking too much. My generation wants to move forward, but it can't move. I deserve this title in contemporary times. Fu Jun smiled slightly, probably seeing the old man, and behaved very relaxed, "Don't you want to be Emperor Xuan?" ”

"I'll go, but not in a competitive stance, you know, we can't represent the two in the back, but because of Yu Ling, she has to participate."