"The triangle formed by the two sides? Are you a metaphor for the two of us? Uncle. ”

Dante's front and back were surrounded by two arrow-shaped beams of wit. One is a tender pink, and the other is a deep purple that can be answered in a thousand words. Dante was noncommittal, and gave a soft sloppy look.

"The two of you, one bell, one dangdang, isn't there a happy blue bird on the left and a happy prince on the right?"

The light that sent the message flattened, as if he had been caught off guard and touched his head, with the anger of a teenager whose self-esteem had been damaged.

"Uncle, you can't help but underestimate us. Who said that if you have happiness, you won't eat it, and if you taste happiness, you don't want to hunt wild food?! Just the two of us, we can't wait to communicate with each other, sneak to the bottom of each other's bones to be useful! ”

Dante took a moment to glance at the Imperial Flower Throne, which was three jade stairs above him.

"What a well-bred person, eldest sister."

The person whose upper half of his face was covered by a black openwork veil pursed his mouth lazily. As soon as the foot ring was raised, the sound of the iron riding silver bottle sounded. The two guards standing beside her hurriedly stepped forward, each holding a silver-handled mallet, and massaged her feet with impeccable skill.

"I'd rather you be clever and duplicitous, little brother. Is this the law of upbringing? I'm ashamed of myself. ”

Dante eats and laughs, and responds casually with clever words.

"If the purpose of your humble remarks is to catch me, save some effort, big sister. I have no interest in any real flesh and skin training, which is a good doctor after a long illness, and it is difficult for a wine taster to become an alcoholic. ”

Daboseer's mouth slanted, and she counted him down softly.

"Yo, you kid is really boring! It's not interesting, it's not exciting, but tell me, what is the triangular relationship between the two sides of the transaction? ”

Dante smiled knowingly, his eyebrows lowered. He held up his teacup and took a sip of grace as if he didn't spit.

"Once upon a time, there was a leopard that lived in Ayara's cage. He couldn't understand why he was trapped, why he was surrounded by a world of shadows. More importantly, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. There is always a key hole that has not yet been opened, a certain button that shuttles between him and "him outside the body", still waiting to be excavated by a twisting palm.

One night, the leopard woke up from an ignorant dream and realized that he existed. Every trace of fur, every moment of physical energy, every halo refracted into his eyes, turned out to be a writer who did not exist in this world, his eyebrows and eyes missed him, and the pen pondered him vividly. Rubbing against the soft straw pile, the leopard frowned and couldn't help but remember, "Ah, that writer on the other side is now describing my frown!"

"In this way, the life history of the leopard slides along the two worlds, and it is impossible to connect the beautiful river basin of the two worlds, like a baby floating on the water, shaking the blue, trembling along the coast."

Dante slowly got up and gathered up in the polar scenery that no one could approach. Whenever he is about to finish a story, it is always sentimental, distant, and almost ruthless.

As a result, the birth and death of the leopard were woven into a bunch of blood petals, which only bloomed under the eyes of the performers at the southern end of the continent of the ancient home planet, and the knife flowers shot out by the leopard. The bouquet of flowers robbed the eyes of the author who compiled the life story of the leopard. ”

Dante walked to the throne of the Imperial Flower with a snake's head and bowed slightly to Da Boseer, who nodded slightly.

"I only want to be incarnated into that vivid dream and help you open up that river of light and shadow."

"What you want is not the pleasure of marriage, but the drunkenness of being an indecent third party."

Daboseer said coldly but happily.

"Whatever the guest is like, isn't everything I have to be taken care of by my eldest sister?"

Dante leaned over and kissed her smooth palm, leaving a smile mark on it.

According to the folk belief of the local inhabitants of the comet cloud river, "Shrine Maiden's Tail", once you dream that you are falling without bounds, it means that there is an angel in the other dimension, sobbing in your sleeping direction.

The galaxy became a sea of dripping, and then flooded into an uncontrollable poem.

The rumor continued: the angels who lived in the "black swan hunting area" happily dripped transparent secretions as fine as salt grains, and flowed in the dreams of falling and falling, and the dreamers were coated with a layer of confused and cheerful dust. From then on, the dreamer was the prisoner of this angel.

Such false rumors are really too beautiful, but they can't help but bloom into the evil and funny. When Lucifer first heard the fairy tale, he couldn't help but pout, and almost rolled his eyes in front of the solemn narrator.

Although he didn't mean to be disrespectful, and he was a poet he looked up to, he couldn't help but be amused by that kind of "angel fetish" to the point of almost breaking his work.

Fortunately, in the end, he succeeded in the success of the tryst, although the poet, who knew his temperament well, complained helplessly, and with a hint of revenge on his wings, he copied a few lines of melancholy haiku with a hand seal.

To put it bluntly, he was just too young and overconfident at that time, and he was unaware of the two-faced goddess characteristics of wanting to carry or capsize the boat.

He is always lazily using the various states of the world, where can he experience the feeling of saturation and overflowing emptiness, and how he tries to erase it is still lawless, like the embarrassing scene of nails in the bones and thorns in the flesh.

In other words, he never thought that in addition to himself, this Wanzhang Yuanxu would cultivate another aphrodisiac incarnation that would make all beings drink to quench their thirst.

This is a warning to yourself not to underestimate the seemingly obedient guests who enter the scene.

Even if Judas wins a turn!

Lucifer arched his calves, curled up on a lime-coloured couch, and reluctantly confessed his bad situation.

He opened the junction between consciousness and the root of his wings, and the familiar field of thoughts was like a nest of birds in his chest, competing for his attention with a disturbing cry of colorful colors.

What a dilemma! No matter how stubborn and arrogant he was, he knew that he had to ask for help.

The difficulty is, who is the best to find? If any Demon Dao superlife was to learn that he was careless, he would inevitably get a funny reaction - frankly, he also felt that he deserved it!

He hesitated, browsing the communication bridges inside and outside. Eli?

It should be the most ideal rescuer, but this kind of incident has happened too many times, even if it is a beautiful pterodactyl that obeys its words, I am afraid that it will be regarded as another "wolf". Amentarius?

Absolutely not, if she catches her embarrassment, it will not be enough to be ridiculed for 10,000 galactic standard years. Bayer?!