A hesitant and shy spring dream with fierce killing intent made Leora's skull faintly swell.

This kind of physiological discomfort is like the black blood trapped in the skull and swelling into a cyst that cannot be ignored.

What a sad joke, the imagination and irony of the disease have become a sketch of his immortal physical and mental situation.

He strode out of the dormitory, and broke into the floating flowers in the backyard.

The late night of the "Snow Well" is the perfect reflection of Nicoo's terroir: the brightness and turmoil of the night, as the silver meteor shower beams that cut across the sky from time to time are more noble and steep.

At that time, for the first time, he was able to understand the various aspects of the world with the eyes of the flesh that were limited by the boundaries of the three-dimensional realm.

The Stygian Moon and Star Falls, nicknamed "The Bouquet of His Dead Highness", made him realize anew that even if he stripped away the far-reaching insight force field, something was still enough to penetrate the door of your death.

He immediately closed his eyes, though the shock of that glance was enough for him to understand.

I did my best to resist some soft and turbulent fluctuations!

By drifting away and banishing, the will clouds hope; With the eternal trick of leaping into the air, he deliberately erased the pending continuation written in the event itself.

Strength is lost, and agency is paralyzed. This is himself, unable to face up to the beloved object of beauty, facing the starfall that is enough to provoke the ignorance and dark fire, and even more powerless to retrieve the confusion of stroke after stroke.

{Are you still afraid to look into your heart?} ｝

As if the stage was just the right light, he had just paced into a snow-printed path full of blooming wine glass-shaped buds, and such a sentence came out of his carefully surging heart.

Of course, it was not his superego consciousness that jumped out to guide him, but the voice of the dead that lodged in his heart.

Thanks to the design of this dead lover, he fell into a deadlock of twisting flowers in the middle of the night.

Leola was overjoyed, holding the faintly glowing seven-pointed star threshold on his chest, and whispered.

"I thought you'd have to wait and see for another six thousand years, until the StarClan Empire is about to fall, West Tarna."

Her voice swayed back and forth in his chest, like a glazed wind chime.

{Don't be so snarky.} I have my limitations and promises, and besides, I thought you should have understood the crux of this drama. ｝

She wanted to speak and stopped, full of good-natured blanks, like a kind teacher, who couldn't bear to speak out about the cover door of a dull student.

Leora's heart tightened, and an indescribable mass of thread wrapped him around a silkworm that could not break through.

It's not that he doesn't know why his force field is so close to him, and next to another side that never intersects.

This is exactly what he has been dreaming of for a long time: if he loses all the will and strength that is entwined with flesh and blood, and leaves "me" to fall into nowhere, then all the boredom of eternal existence with the universe may also be lost?

{If that were all there was to it, you should have what you got now.} That's not what you wanted: missing out in a no-man's land, sitting on driftwood that will dazzle you. However, like a thorn in the back, the palpitations that insist on eating away at you, where does it come from? ｝

She couldn't be more right.

Leora felt a burst of collapse, his contact with someone would be overturned by a huge tide, and all the fetal movements would not wake up, just for him to be able to break through the maze of the fire.

"Just say it! I know what you want me to admit, but even I'm still unsure, how do you want me to express it? ”

He whispered with rare passion, his hoarse mood like dry wood that had not been burned thoroughly enough, but had already scorched it.

During this period of stranded time, he suddenly entered a thrilling dream, cherishing the dying years with his limited and complete self, and falling in love with a dying human being. This is the hard truth, but it is also an alibi that he uses to show his present life.

He knew that the night's apprehension came from the waves he had left outside the moment. That emotion is like a sparkling scale of water, and when you want to grab and capture it, it liquefies into a drop of dew in the palm of your hand.

Sitarna's soft voice sounded like a photonic burrower dyed with icing.

{You don't dare to end this period of confusion, precisely because you are not sure at all, there is an old man on the other side.} The longer you stay in the three-dimensional matrix, the more the object of your previous commitment is like a dream dew, and the more it seems illusory. You can't imagine that he will be waiting for you in any world you can reach. ｝

Leora let out a dry laugh.

"You are wonderful, not only can you perceive the heavens, but you can also dissect my mind like this, and you are worthy of being an onmyoji who once used most of the prosthetics to interpret mental confusion."

He bordered on self-defeating, speaking harsh and cynical words. Every word stained the strong acid of the emotional undercurrent, and as soon as the words came out, he also splattered five steps with blood.

"That's right, don't say I'm not sure, I can't hope at all, how dare I have the king of the demon realm who has enjoyed the glory and favor since the founding of heaven and earth?! He is so presumptuous, how can he favor me? Even if he was in a state of flux and regarded me as an object, what could I do with him? Rather than be included in the roster he seduced and become part of the countless guests who have been enticed, I would rather resist to the end—perhaps, we will be able to look at each other forever. ”

Sitarna snorted slightly.

{Well, how can you listen to me if you are so stubborn?} It's better to see for yourself. ｝

Leora was about to ask, when suddenly two irreversible light mist shot out from the seven-pointed star on his heart. His eyes became the bullseye of this pair of light guns, just piercing out the high color difference of one yin and one yang "different eyes".

It was too late, it was too late, and he was about to close his eyelids, and he had already lost the ability to be blind.

The torrent that entered his eyes opened straight open like a silk-satin scroll. Like an involuntary and precise sleepwalker, Leora sees one of the countless pieces of inspiration.

It was the face that he tried so hard to lose his memory and could not forget in the rivers and rivers, like a sweet sleep that he couldn't wake up, a grid of phantom traces were replaced by each other, and Lucifer's imprisoned appearance paced into his gaze.

Michel rode happily through the imaginary space, and her nameless smug mood made her earlobes look like excited bunnies, standing tall and swaggering above her head.

[In this way, isn't all the crooked bird matter solved? Sure enough, if a genius girl like me comes out, the situation of the juice flowing will be dealt with immediately. 】

While praising herself, she sliced through the lonely and elegant space at high speed with light particles that were incomparable to other supergods. Known as the "wolf of the sky", she even supported the plan slowly and methodically.