"I long to be drenched in thorns and acid rain, and to let the wriggling stories pour from your body into my twitching skin. Encounters and encounters that follow the shadow, slipping from every wisp of hair on your skull, falling into the cave formed by my open mouth, bottomless devouring mouth..."

Listening to the piercing poetry flowing from such ethereal and graceful vocal cords, Lucifer really did not know whether his reaction would be admiration or melancholy.

"Eh, you're really a fan of some kind of literature. Isn't this the same novelist who has never been incarnate – Engberto Yeats? ”

This fifth-dimensional mind, which is said to be the Holy King of the primeval era, inhabits a huge computer foundation, like a stubborn digital phantom, only for the textual computer world, which survives viciously.

The thought of Rusi's pure existence was so pure that Lucifer let out a lazy sigh.

"Really, in order to tell an unprecedented story, you have to use an unprecedented ecology to survive?"

Leola's hands rested on his shoulders, and the joints were forced, turning his skin into a shiny, pale mark of blood loss.

"Mockery isn't really the best rhetorical structure for you. Didn't someone say that the devil has his own paranoid etiquette. Can't you just take out some sealed material fragments from the funnel of time and space while teasing and teasing, and really say something? Isn't that a violation of your etiquette? ”

Lucifer's eyelashes flickered. The corners of the mouth and the shadow of the forehead create an indescribable face—the turbulence of confessional memories in the shape of the facial features, performing its gorgeous swan dance. After an endless life-and-death battle, he sighed lightly, and did not reserve to let the other party see his lack of tenderness, and he couldn't help but ridicule and touch.

His right hand stroked Leora's hair, his left hand stretched out to the void, and the tip of his index finger was dotted everywhere, and a slender chasm was dug out of the third dimension, connecting the complex historical axis. Everywhere his fingertips went, there was a fourfold graphic wave of memory that swooped into Leora's nerves.

Lucifer's mind rested in his body, and he said like he was drunk, as if he had exhausted himself, but he couldn't help but spin black narcissus one after another on the stretching platform.

The other party who grew the black narcissus seeped into his surface and inside, complaining with annoyance.

[Very annoying pedigree chart, right?] Since I have existed, they have been a fruit tree that grows in the bones, constantly sprouting forbidden fruits, conflicting flowers, and clumps of lustful branches. The god named Yahweh, the painful fornication of Judas, the dove of angels who jumped off the building and were conceived by rubbing, these are the countless years I have been riding through in my youth, and the last time I want to come back is spent in the tugging and clashing with them. 】

[What do you say, isn't this a story of gods and demons that is embarrassing to go home and have to laugh at yourself? However, the most embarrassing thing is that they are immortal indulgers just like me. We are all afraid that the world will not be chaotic, it is difficult to observe everything quietly, and we cannot bear the battle between the other party and ourselves, but we cannot live without the existence of the other party! Maybe I don't want to glance at them again until the next universe is destroyed; But if they were disillusioned, I couldn't imagine myself there! Probably, the 'I' can't manifest in any dimension or in any world. 】

The gushing confessions are like supernova rays that break into the eye, enough to blind any indestructible visual organ. In the end, it made Lucifer feel a kind of absurd dazzle. What is the way? He shouldn't have been able to talk about such a field, no matter what the other party in front of him meant to him.

He withdrew the synchronously sensed force field wave and leaned against the corner of the bath. The past and the old are really a restless group of fierce insects, and if they are accidentally allowed to escape from the cage, it will be a catastrophe of flames splashing and gnawing into the bones. He inadvertently touched the veins on the side of his neck, feeling dizzy from the rare heat in his hands.

Lucifer didn't expect that although the opponent in front of him didn't say a word, he went from silently standing by and watching to turn into a cold current that cracked the shore in an instant. It was as if the stylus had jumped a square, abruptly but of course, and the cold lips and teeth imprinted on his body, sucking the burn between his chest and neck.

At first, the active caress carried a slight uncertainty, as if he would withdraw and abscond in the next second, but it didn't take long for him to realize that he was like an innocent meteorite swept by the black star vortex, and he could only enjoy the waves that the other party had spilled on each other's bodies.

Leora leaned close to Lucifer's ear with a sensitive, dangerous area of pleasure, his tone both incomparably clear and vague. With a strong affection beyond this realm at this moment, I don't know if it is a star in the distance that happens to be cold and cold, or a blank moment that has long been parasitic on long-term life, he said.

He said, "Come outside!" Let's go to a dark blue vacuum beyond the reach of living beings. Only the shining dust, you and me, and the stories that have yet to be told. ”

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It seemed that the fourfold seal of earth, water, wind, and fire had been driven by the torrent of light and flame that had burst in. The remnants of the block of thought had no place to return, so they had to be thrown and scattered indiscriminately.

Crow picked up an octagonal diamond-shaped black yao stone and silently absorbed the rippled light of the ore. The resurgence of the four angels did not cause any ripples in her mind, and not even a trace of wrinkled corners were formed. Rather—she bites her nails trimmed into the shape of brittle arrows—but her most hated beloved, her most beloved enemy, is among the endless churning stardust.

She couldn't help but feel his hearty energy, and even the fine hairs on the soles of her feet couldn't help but curl up and stretch the kind of drenching comfort. A huge snares allowed him to drown in them, and the pillars of thunder spurted towards his fellow human beings who were separated by nine dimensions. She wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing and pain and irreparable love, circulating in every direction she could. They were sharp flakes that grew from her, delicate halos scattered everywhere in the void.

She loves the other self she can't be! If it was true that one sect had claimed, Yahweh's sentimentality and unseemly compassion prompted him to sculpt the Demon King's predecessor into a cold light and lightning. Then, when the angel of light and electricity fell into the dust and mud, prostrate between the gardenia and the wormhole, and turned into a yin and yang snake, it must be a lingering two-headed snake, devouring each other in an eternal coexistence. The true damnation lies not in the similarity, but in the abyss of white-blindness that is destined to exist, both to destroy and divide her from her twin, the irreplaceable commune of mind between her and him.

"But, even before you get rid of me for a thousand years, distress will flow back from my claws to your tail vertebrae. Lux, my sister, my brother, all my original desires. ”

She swayed wildly in the void of black light, allowing the huge blue snake body below her waist to be unobscured, going back and forth, outlining the rich madness of folds and flowers.

It was the dance of the festival and the blood of the animals splashing the vines. Calamity is coming, at the peak of pleasure.