The night view of the Floating City sucks.
The lights burned the fog-stained fire, and the five-colored neon in the night market was quenched with wet water and gazed as it walked.
Witch Jane seriously ate the handscratch cake, when the empty hand held the guard.
Wencheng bowed his head, bought a big cake for Witch Jane two minutes ago, and now there are only a few curved moon teeth left.
The teenager's mask slightly unmasked, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
He had to take Witch Jane to buy another cake, and when he walked into the alley, he gently pinched a small piece of flesh in his palm, daring the little fool to flee from the famine.
The pizza detector is an old man in his forties, happy to see Witch Jane lying in front of the window, stretching her head, is also fun.
“Want some bacon? ”
Witch Jane nodded: "Yes! ”
“Orlean chicken legs? ”
Witch Jane nodded: “Yes! ”
“Nine towers? ”
Witch Jane looked at Big Eyed: “Don't... don't do this! ”
Uncle: “Oh, my boyfriend won't eat it. This thing is like octagonal anise, people who like it love it, they don't touch it if they don't like it. ”
When Witch Jane heard “boyfriend," she nodded her head in moisture.
Uncle put an egg in the handkerchief, and when the coriander onion flashed: “How long have you known each other? ”
Witch Jane grinned: "Three months. ”
“Yo,” Uncle shoveled and bragged: "My wife and I were married for three months, and you young people should have thought about it sooner..." Okay, here you go. ”
Half-fold grippers are filled with a pile of sauce, bacon, and vegetables that don't fit together. Witch Jane hastily picked up the plastic bag and the lettuce leaves at the top fell down.
The guard reached out and twisted two leaves to feed the little rabbit fine grass.
Witch Jane chewed on, tongue rolled, mumps drummed down and swallowed, then quickly cheered.
The guardian raised his eyebrows.
Witch Jane: “Hot...”
The spicy sauce was squeezed in the end, and the two lettuce pieces were poured hard.
Weishu, um, withdrew the remaining red tongue of lettuce from Witch Jane's mouth and passed it into her mouth.
Witch Jane drums up her face and tells her: "Spicy, spicy! ”
Wencheng eliminated it three or two times and avenged the witch Jane: “It's okay. ”
The two of them sat on a bench on the side of the road, and the night breeze blew in, and the little curly hair was happy and fluffy. The two of them waited quietly for the cake that had just come out of the pan to cool down, and the only thing under the lamp was the plastic bag hunting.
Witch Jane raised her head and glanced past the night market where the lights were shining like dragons, and the high tower of Hiroshima in the fog in the distance. He thinks very, very seriously about his future and that of the big man.
The floating city of paper drunken fans is too mysterious, and he knows too little about the big man.
For the rest of his life, he may always have to chase after the big man's back, but at least he wants to walk alongside his lover on the screen.
I remember flashing back to chatting with the owner.
“… three months of marriage, you young people should also consider early..."
Witch Jane shook her head and, as a poor little practitioner, he didn't have the capital to propose! At least to get out, to become a professional runaway, and the Star League... Witch Jane suddenly flashed her head, her eyes glistened to the boss's side face, her mind floating.
If you can propose to the big man with the Star League championship trophy...
"Hmm? ”
The witch brushed her back straight, hands and feet shut off the little video "Triumph of the Champion, Cuddle the Beauty Home" that was being shown in her mind, and stumbled and promised: "Me and I will try! ”
A man looks at a foolish teenager and understands this sentence without context.
Rough palms rubbed a handful on the little curly hair: "Okay. ”
Play well, jump if you want.
When the giant hand gripper cools down, Witch Jane immediately chews from the left side and opens her mouth to the max.
Wencheng: “That's it, you're not tired of your mouth? ”
Witch Jane excused herself: “I think it's a little too much...”
A man rolls up his sleeves, his strong arm crosses Witch Jane, and is accustomed to grabbing greasy plastic bags with his gun's hand, clutching a horn for him: "Eat from here. ”
Witch Jane looked up and took a little bite and handed the whole other side to the boss: “Didn't put the Nine Towers... is it good? ”
The man followed his toothmark and bit: "That's good. ”
Witch Jane Heisz is coming back, two people, you take a bite of me until you finish your cake. Witch Jane didn't find a place to wash her hands for half a day. She turned around and saw the big man beside the bench, looking for the cleaning robot Slow Slow Slow Slip Slip Slip a little bubble.
The unknown little practitioner opened his eyes.
Guardian greeted him.
Witch Jane asked, “This is just a rub...”
The man nodded, indicating that Witch Jane reached out and grabbed and rubbed, and the bright crystal clear bubble floated between the two.
Witch Jane whistles.
The bubble hit the guardian's face, and the bar broke one.
"…”
Witch Jane:!! Not me, I didn't...
A gust of wind was blowing, and the messy soap bubbles all hit the witch's face.
The guard smiled low: “Close your eyes. ”
Witch Jane closed her eyes and subconsciously held the big man's hand, without realizing that the man was looking at him.
It's like remembering a man's death in your head.
After the evening snack, the hovercraft sent Witch Jane back to the training base.
“I'll go out and be back in two weeks.” In the dark, the guard suddenly opens his mouth.
Witch Jane stunned: “Two weeks -” even included a week of classes at the Clawson show, but couldn't find out more.
Witch Jane lost a little bit, Shaoha cheered up, while grinding time to explain her inferences to the big man, the women's group, Versailles Palace, prom... terminal projection in the small space of the suspended car, front loungers down, two people shoulder to shoulder, breathing, mostly Witch Jane said, occasionally joined the analysis when the guard.
“It is even possible that there is no initial team mechanism between players, and alliances are always fought by factions.
, ID card switching and splitting... Mmm! ”Witch Jane muttered and suddenly glared.
The guardian's expression did not appear, he was satisfied to withdraw his seat and ordered the witch Jane to continue.
Witch Jane's eyes complained, her lips were moist and soft, and she stumbled and tripped. Explained: "... after the card was tweaked and switched...”
A man suddenly crawled into his arms: "Hmm. ”
Witch Jane looks up and waits for the big man to parse the rules.
Wei Shi wondered: "… well, give me another kiss. ”
Witch Jane: “!!! ”
The left arm was suddenly pulled, the witch was forced to raise her head, and the burning hormone spread violently in the narrow front seat of the suspended car. The guard swept between the teenager's lips in an almost coercive position, and the tight and hard muscles of the witch were in pain.
It took a long time for the guard to stop.
Nearly bipolar possession resolves, and hormones still boil in the blood.
Emotional fluctuations just momentarily exceeded the threshold.
The fourth session.
His eyes were slightly dim, his curly hair over the head of the witch Jane, and he smoothed the little soft hair he had succumbed to.
That's a sporadic half-point rule, two people have been "discussing” for half an hour. When Witch Jane fainted and stepped out of the car, she suddenly remembered something: “Two weeks...”
The guardian turned himself in.
Witch Jane wrote down, waved and said goodbye to Big Brother.
Then walk straight into the training base in the night.
You can't stand next to a big man, only one reason is that you're not strong enough!
Witchcraft runs into the training room, raises the cross sword, opens the copy - and still smiles with a dim look at the blade, glittering under the lights.
Spike, chop.
Pious and determined.
Late at night, the Floating City military base.
The metal appliance was in the cold light under the shadowless lamp, and researcher Song communicated the details of the treatment session with Weisheng for the last time: "… The matter will be handled by Law Enforcement Officer Mao within two weeks. Rest assured that Arjun is there to follow up. Memory retrospective - unlike the first three sessions, can trigger a lot of negative emotions, including brutality, jealousy, anger, and more. I would like to confirm again that you have the option to reject the course, maintain the status quo, or take the risk to continue…"
Defense time: “Continue. ”
Researcher Song nodded and exclaimed when he handed the autograph sheet to Wei: “When the negative mood moves, the subconscious of the treated person will remain closed - we can't comb it for you, we can only rely on you. The fourth course is high-risk treatment, and even in the Empire, the success rate does not exceed 85 per cent. ”
“Memory retrospectively resembles a single injection of 200 mL of MHCC, with very little likelihood of being trapped in the subconscious. Of course, I want you to know that you have the entire lab and Floating City behind you, and even if this fails, we will do everything we can to get you out. ”
The bodyguard turned his head and picked up the diameter and signed it straight.
Emotional shackles.
Initially, it was more important to function as a self-destruct lock than to control the modifier's emotional fluctuations threshold.
It's like a sheath on a weapon in case it goes down on the controller.
The transgressor dies.
Six years ago, the only key was destroyed in the R-yard base, including him, and Shaoyu, Mao Dongqing, Wei Yan and all the chains that transformed the human body became indefinite bombs. No one knows when it will trigger, and the only way to unlock it is to unlock it together over a long course of therapy.
Researcher Song received the signature form, in the corridor, the long-awaited Mao Dongqing pushed in.
Under the shadowless lamp, the guard enters the cold instrument. Together with researcher Song, the two assistants in white coats repeatedly confirmed that the preset was correct.
Mao Dongqing nodded, and researcher Song bit his teeth and made a gesture.
The light goes out and the instrument runs slowly.
The pointer is slight, leaning toward 11: 00 p.m. sharp.
Ding-dong.
Floating base, witch Jane was shocked by the hanging clock, panicked and turned off the training equipment, swallowed the physical repair agent, put the training clothes on top of her head and ran back to sleep.
Inside the bedroom building, Caesar read the novel upstairs and took a railing: “Hey, back! I said, how come there's a piece of cloth running underneath in the middle of the night? ”
Witch Jane quickly took a battle bath and squeezed wet into the next door, 5 minutes later than the scheduled group meeting time. Hurry up and apologize: “It's raining outside...”
Zoe didn't care, and the big hand swung Caesar's towel and wrapped it around her and praised the learning, bitter training model Little Witch Sauce.
The good team atmosphere became creepy after special training on the opening day of the group.
In the middle of the projection screen, “Learning Materials” at the behest of Xiangxiang Qian Jing Wan is slowly playing. A man and a woman, two dance teachers laughing like flowers, spinning, jumping, spinning, jumping on a red carpet--
Zoe pressed the pause button and swallowed her mouth slowly: "Who jumped? ”
Several hands placed on the table received under the tabletop in seconds.
Zoe and Hyatt: “Any ideological trainees willing to sacrifice for everyone. ”
A silence.
Zoe coughed softly: "Whether there was a surprise spot or not, there were some very thoughtful trainees willing to dedicate themselves to you. ”
Caesar said, “Yes, yes, yes!” Brushed her hands up.
Witch Jane forced herself to look at her hands.
Zoe slapped the table, seriously: "Okay, this is Caesar with a belly! ”
Half an hour later, Caesar, ravaged by rotation and exhausted, stood on the bed: "I can't jump, I can't jump, I won't receive customers today...”
Zoe put her foot on his big fat leg and said, "Have you lost any fucking fat? How did you get fat again? ”
Witch Jane couldn't bear to remove a tube of restorative agent for Caesar. She greeted her teammates and returned to her bedroom before twelve o'clock.
Soft bed with a hint of sunshine.
The champagne rose leaned gently in the vase and the windows poured out.
Witch Jane routinely beat two rollers and rubbed her round face on the pillow until the whole nest was hot and baked, her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
Dreams are filled with warm, melting light.
The sacrifice in the white robe prayed for the marching knight, the light falsified the idol in the hall, and someone smiled with mercy.
Witch Jane looked at the sword between her waist.
A colleague hip-hop pushed around, and a hot gold poem surrounded their blade handle. Sacrifice smiles and sprinkles water on Witch Jane: “The god will stand beside you because of poetry —— tell me what's written on your blade handle. ”
Witch Jane lowered her head: “Wei...”
The divine light suddenly shined like a daylight, and the whole hall burned, and the witch panicked toward the gods in the shrine. He has the exact same five officers as Weishu, his eyebrows dropping and looking through the distant void. The fire tongue spread up along his robe, swallowing men's clothes, sword-shaking hands, broad shoulders ——
Witch Jane gasped in the flames and her subconscious reached out and was devoured by the fire tongue. Her fingertips were not like being burned, but like falling into an ice cellar.
Witch Jane woke up suddenly.
Rapid winds whistle in the ears and rain pours out the windows.
Rain poured along a half-open window fan, dampening the edge of the bed. Champagne roses are skewed by demonic winds and petals are scattered.
The moment before Jane was ready to close the window, her heart beat sharply.
A floating military base dozens of kilometres away.
The cold apparatus suddenly sounds a stinging alarm.
The little researcher guarding next to him was shaky and pale: “Vega… instruments, instruments…”
He slammed through the door and ran out: "- Something's wrong! ”
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