Love Code at the End of the World

Colorful doors are sprinkled with blue fluorescent powder in sparkling ghost blossoms, like the entrance to a bombing party attended by night fashionists.

When the door opened, the trunk was like a T-stage, with ghost flowers shining on both sides, full of art and romance, and the end of the T-stage was a beautiful, clean dining table with equally fine silverware on it, as if it were all prepared for me.

I became the only guest in this palace, this city of art.

Under the white tablecloth is a small round table with a fine vase, a ghost flower in the vase, a faint blue light covered in white tablecloth that stains the white tablecloth with nearly clear blue light.

The quiet hall sounded beautiful music, driving from the dark to a silver robot with a chef's hat on his head, ridiculous.

He bent over to me and suddenly raised his hand when he got up, and a plate of cake appeared in his hand.

I laughed, "Is this magic? ”

He put the cake in front of me, his right hand opened, a knife and fork appeared, his left hand opened, and a glass of wine appeared, like magic.

But look closely, his body is big, like a refrigerator.

He turned around and gave me another steak, full of fragrance.

He drained the cow into my face, his right hand stretched out again, and this time he poured black pepper juice on my steak.

“Thank you." I looked around and said, getting up and bowing around, then sitting down again, eating, and the steak tasted good, whether it was 60 years ago or not.

The robot began to raise its hand again. This time, it turned into a clear bottle of wine. When the cap was unplugged, a bubble of champagne appeared, but the liquid turned pink and magical the moment it came into contact with the air.

I smelled it with a glass of wine, it smelled like peaches, and I tasted it again, and it was sweet as peach juice.

I ate, drank, and slowly stopped my hands in this quiet palace, but my heart was lost and heavy. They entertained me, they welcomed me with romance, but none of them could have dinner with me...

One by one, another ghost emerged from around the moment, and they looked at me quietly, a blue figure drifting slowly from the sky opposite the table, and he was flying in the air like a hairline with a tentacle.

He landed in front of me and looked at me in disgust.

“What's wrong with you?” The robot suddenly asked softly.

I lifted my smile and looked up at the Ghost Prince: "Thank you, you are so kind. ”

The Ghost Prince looked at me and opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to stop, and his expression resembled the look on the face of the Ghost Queen when she asked me to free them.

I wanted to ask if I was going to help them out, but I couldn't talk about it because of the meal.

They buy me, they buy me, they give me beautiful music, they make me romantically beautiful, and I ask them if they want to die.

I can't bear to destroy the beauty of the present.

Prince Ghost looked at the robot, and the robot reached out his left hand, which was already an empty glass, and the robot poured the empty glass in front of me and looked at me with Prince Ghost.

I smiled slightly, picked up the glass and collided with him, and I drank it, and the robot poured it over Prince Ghost's head, and the liquid passed through his body, and the pink liquid dyed him all of a sudden into a pink purple.

I laughed out of nowhere: "Hahaha, you've turned purple. ”

The Ghost Prince also looked at himself and laughed, and the ghosts around him seemed to discover something funny, and suddenly the whole hall began to spill yellow liquid, and instantly everyone was dyed green.

The music suddenly became moving, and they jumped around in yellow liquid, passing through each other, like dancing.

They are so happy, they are completely different from the people of Clos Ruins in the face of the end, someone helped them find happiness out of despair!

I looked at the ghost prince in front of me, who was also happily swinging in yellow liquid, laughing happily.

My skin also began to stain yellow, yellow liquid with a floral fragrance that fluoresced on my skin.

My head grew deeper and deeper, it was that delicious peach wine, and I felt a joyful mood that I had never felt before, which made me feel happy, excited, and drowsy.

I lay on the table in music, only their vague gaze, it seems that I can no longer drink anything that others give me, of course, it's a joke, I believe these ghosts, I trust them more than I believe those outside...

“Wake up...”

“Wake up...” The beautiful boy's voice rang in my ear, and I opened my eyes slowly, with a bright sunlight in front of me, and a... brilliant smile.

My gaze grew clearer, and he slowly retreated and looked at me with a clear smile: "Turns out you're a girl. ”

I saw him, his fair skin, Oriental appearance of a pure man, soft lines, slightly shy eyes, a clear smile and his own artistic temperament.

His hair was braided with colored hair bands and a bunch of braids, and I reached out and picked up a bunch of braids that were hanging from his chest: “It turns out...” Turns out he had the same hair on his tentacles because of his hair.

He laughed, “Isn't my ghost scarier?” He laughed and said that when it came to the state of the ghost, his face still had a clear smile.

His cleanliness and purity are as clean as clear sunshine and permeable water, and he is intolerant of desecration.

I looked at him sadly, what made him so optimistic.

He frowned instantly, worried, "What's wrong with you? Don't be sad, don't be sad, people are always dying, and we're still alive, and my art is going on, and art is our life, so we need your help!” He grabbed my hands and looked at me urgently.

His body was an artistic and sexy, fast-colored knitted short cloth with a large round neckline that revealed one side of his shoulder and a short clothing pendant that revealed his belly button just by lifting his hand, relaxed and floating, gorgeous but not gorgeous.

He leaves his body in front of me, and I immediately see the people standing behind him, like Clo Ruins, the elderly, the children, the men, the women, all their dresses, but there's something in common, and they dress freely.

Some are rigorous, some are messy, some are neat, some are broken.

They just stood there and saw all the artistic styles in the human race.

Ancient, modern, post-modern, metallic, abstract, various artistic styles.