It wasn’t easy to be the King of the Dead, and as a result, I went through, and I went through the Shining World.
Even worse, I’ve been picked up!
At this moment, people are trying to make a breakthrough.
Ugh! After all, we’re the greatest kings of the last world. We can’t turn into chicks.
One.
I remember that day, I was lying on an old roof, lazyly tanned.
Under my feet, millions of dead men.
Upon my command, they separated and began to repair their houses in preparation for the reconstruction of their homes.
Yes, after I finally became the king of the dead, my men began their minds and their minds.
Today, they are not much different from the former human beings, except to walk slowly, to be strong, to eat raw meat.
I’m quite happy to see them in order, pick up a steel rack and chew it as a snack.
The walker is a mouth, a mouth that evolves to the point where it has unbreakable teeth.
I often look at the moon and wonder if I can bite it off if I can fly into space.
I’m having a little bit of a dream like this, and I just sleep.
But when I woke up again, the voice of an old man was echoing.
Old and strong.
“Friends of the fairies, today I am blessed and blessed, and I have found a strange corpse above the East Sea. I’m sorry.
It’s like a loudspeaker. It’s shaking in my ear.
And when we opened our eyes, there was before us an old man with an old beard, with a green shirt and a sandal of dust in his hand, sitting on a giant heap, floating in the sky.
Together with his words, I can’t help but wonder.
What’s going on in the cuisine world?
And listen to him. I’ve been picked up by him.
Don’t you think I’m the King of the Dead?
As soon as his voice fell, he heard a younger voice on the ground.
“How dare you ask Yoko-kun, where is this phantom? I’m sorry.
And behold, there is a large body of people sitting on the earth, covered in a burqa, white hair, all dressed up like a fairy bone.
And the charred man, the charred man, was: yet the charlatan was unrefined, but he was invincible, and he could not be harmed by all kinds of magic. It’s even more strange that he’s still alive in the body, even though he’s a corpse. I’m sorry.
After that, he was pleased to film my side and make two sad sounds.
And it is only then that I have been set in an ablaze, and the fire is raging.
Is this, like, cooking me up?
I was just about to ask you a question.
“What will you do with this phantom? I’m sorry.
And the eye of the arc of the sky turned up, and laughed, “Ha ha ha ha ha, this charred corpse will be refined into a potion.” I have a feeling in my meditation that if I were to become a god and swallow it again, I would be able to make a great success for him, and to make him a baby, and to set foot in the land, and to make a great success. I’m sorry.
All the people down there are listening and the brightest, and they’re all standing up and congratulating.
“Congratulations on Dojo! I’m sorry.
“Into the life of a benefactor, it is a dream of poverty. I’m sorry.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve never seen a monk in the East Sea. I’m sorry.
“Among you, you’ll be called Your Majesty! I’m sorry.
Ying Ying has heard a pompous word, perhaps having a good time, and even being backsliding, continues to raise his mouth.
I couldn’t stand to ruin this happy scene, but I finally couldn’t help it when the water was getting warmer around me.
Knocking on the edge of the fireplace, I said to Yoko, “You really don’t want to discuss this with me? I’m sorry.
“Huh? “He hears my voice, and wonders, “This charade can speak! If you are late, you can’t wait any longer. I’m sorry.
After that, he waved his hand gently and flew over a lid, trying to put a Dane on it.
I’m a little upset to see this.
It’s the King of the Dead. It’s a bit of a Buddhist system, but it can’t be so bullying.
I open my mouth and bite.
The fireplace was broken.
And the water was like a pillar, and it was pouring down on the earth, and the fire was extinguished.
The yin floats in front of me, and they turn blue, and they get ugly.
“You’re a dead man, do you want to drink or not? I’m sorry.
I pointed at the broken Dan stove, and I was like, “Are you sure this is a toast? I’m sorry.
He may have known himself, but he went mad, and took off his robe, and was full of gold.
“No one has dared to break my heart since I became Kim Dan!” Not even the body!” I’m sorry.
It’s the gold, and the crowds down there are a lot of noise and talk.
“I can’t believe you made him golden. I’m sorry.
“It’s not bad gold, it’s his secret hymn, he’s proud of his peers, he seems to be on fire.” I’m sorry.
“Be careful, if the genie is broken, why don’t you testify that the baby is a dream?” I’m sorry.
I’ve heard a string of arguments, but I’ve got some confusion.
I am the King of the Dead.
If you let me do something else, I might not.
But you let me bite you. Isn’t that enough for a mouth?
Following his heart, I flew to his side and bit him in his mighty tall gold.
Just listen to the sound of his gold, and it’s broken.
I haven’t worked hard yet.
A piece of gold, like a falling rain, spills over to the ground.
The crowd was distraught and scattered.
I’m the only one left, chewing gold and standing in the middle of nowhere.
I don’t know.
“The charade of the East Sea, the charade of the sun, was gathered to draw it to light, and it was not lost. If a charade can spit on a man, there is a strange mouth, with the power to destroy the iron of gold and destroy the golden of the sun on the edge of the East Sea. It rained like rain, and its bones fell like a forest. I’m sorry.
– East China Sea.
Two.
I’m a little lonely standing in a big succulent world.
I miss my legions.
Before going through, I had tens of millions of little zombies under my hands, crushed around and looked amazing.
This vibe, it’s reassuring.
Today, I still have a good tooth and a hard body, but the most important thing as King of the Dead is left in the last world.
“Ahhh. I’m sorry.
After a long sigh, I packed the golden pieces of the yang and began to move slowly towards the West.
Chew and walk.
I stopped thinking, turned my head and let my body move forward.
That’s it. I don’t know how far I’ve gone.
When I turned back, there was a shadow behind me.
There are people who are tall, there are people who are old and there are people who are still childish.
I looked at it, and there were hundreds.
Men and women, follow me with all hope.
I got a little confused and stopped and looked at their faces.
They were also surprised that for the first time in a few days, this was the first time I had stopped and looked back at them.
Everyone looks different, but the look on their faces is strangely consistent.
That’s a little sad and thirsty.
We smelled it carefully, and they tasted different from those before them.
There is no such power, but a pure mortal body.
That kind of energy, perhaps, is called the spirit.
To tell the truth, when it comes to the cuisine, all I can think of is the cathedrals who are perfectly able to pedal the cuisine, and who have never imagined what a man would look like in this world.
And hundreds of eyes looked at me, and looked upon me, and asked, “What is the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
These people who are closest to me look a little nervous, they’ve been on me for half a day and no one can answer.
Until a little brother in a white robe walks out of the line and comes to me.
He left a fan in his waist. He should have read.
“We are from the East Sea, where our ancestors settled and heard the name of the Supreme One the previous few days, so we followed him. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but talk.
You mean me?
I’m the king of the dead.
I still coughed and wondered, “Why are you following me?” I’m sorry.
The bookman bit his teeth, leaned down, kneeled on his knees and jumped right in front of me.
As a result of the scene, a group of people in the back continued to learn his moves and fell on their knees.
I’m a little confused, trying to help him.
Instead, he sheds a few tears and his voice has become a little shivering.
“We are envied by the news that the elixir, who is not a proficient man, can easily make the golden days of power fall.” I’m sorry.
“It may not be known that the world has been held for too long by the monks who call themselves the fairies! I’m sorry.
“If it is a bone, a gift, or a family, it will be able to rise above it, to be a fairy, to enjoy life, and to eat the blood of all mankind. I’m sorry.
“On the contrary, we have no roots, no talent, and we are of the lowest birth, and we are left to slaughter, like weed. I’m sorry.
“Even the royals of those nations are left to be chosen and replaced by their fairies.” I’m sorry.
“Thousands who kill thousands of swords, treat taxes as playthings, so high they can’t breathe, so low they can spread their virtues. I’m sorry.
“If they had a beautiful girl, they would have been taken away as one of the hundreds of wives, and their name would have been Fukuda.” I’m sorry.
“It can be said that the difference between man and livestock is the world of exposure. I’m sorry.
“Now we all want to worship under the gates of the fair and seek to give us the fair. I’m sorry.
“Who will be condemned at the feet of someone who lives in this world? I’m sorry.
“If the spirit is good, give it to us, and give me a chance to fight for dignity, and I’ll give it to you.” I’m sorry.
The more he said, the more he got, the more his neck burst.
The fists were squeezing, and blood was coming out of the fingernails.
After he had done so, the people in the rear were all the more loud to repeat his words.
“Please give me the blessing!” I’m sorry.
“Please give me the blessing!” I’m sorry.
I looked at them, and I was thinking.
It’s as if it’s as bright as it’s supposed to be, as if it’s not.
The monks, who take the sky, visit the earth’s treasures, fly the earth, ride the whales by cranes, control the rain, and do their own work.
All those who are gathered together are talking about the way of the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth are insolent.
Most people who live in the shadows are just like one face and can be squeezed by them.
But I’m in a bit of a difficult situation, after all, because I don’t have the magic, and I’m all about the bite.
And We spoke of Our concerns for a long time: “But not my magic is but good. It gives you strength and a hard body, but it also slows you down, eats raw meat, loses life, doesn’t look like a man, it’s a corpse like me. I’m sorry.
“If you can fight for dignity, what’s wrong with the dead? I’ll be a zombie. I’m sorry.
I’m groaning and I can’t talk.
It’s too cruel to make people want to be zombies.
In that case, let’s do it.
As King of the Dead, I haven’t infected a living person for a long time.
Today we’re back in business.
He bit him in the neck and infected him.
After the student had been bitten, he immediately lost his breath, fell to the ground, had a twisted body and had a terrible shape.
People in the back looked at it and thought I was a human-eating monster.
After a few seconds, however, the author’s hand suddenly reached into the air and stood up in violation of the physical rules.
When he became a dead corpse, he turned his eyes upside down.
Walking, though grinding, has strange force that belongs to the dead.
I don’t know what kind of common mortuary is, but at least it’s not chicken-free.
He was so happy, he was so anxious to bow, he grabbed his head and threw dust.
Those who were behind will follow their example and beg me to bite them into corpses.
And I gently pointed my hand at the bookman and said, “Just let him bite you again, and then you will bite one another. I’m sorry.
At least we’re kings of the dead. It’s too bad if one bites it himself.
The crowd did not delay, but immediately began to line up and bite each other.
In order, everyone’s face is full of excitement and hope.
For the first time in my life I can’t help but shake my head when I see a line that doesn’t work.
I didn’t wait for them. I kept going.
I don’t know.
“There are hundreds of people on the western road. And it is excellent that the Qur’an should be shown mercy to mankind, so that it may be of wonder, and a man who is able to prevent it. This law was passed over the sea of the East, and until it was passed, it gave way to all and kept the household safe. Every man is a godfather, and the world will be called the dead. I’m sorry.
— Kyushu National Gazette
3
I hear there’s an extraordinary evil in the west.
It’s called the Refinery.
I was shocked when I heard the name of a dead man who had just crossed over and been “finished.”
What, we’re in a system?
So I decided to go over there.
I guess I got to know after a little bit.
What’s a scavenging door?
By working hard, building bodies into puppets, and imposing special doors to the law, they can be repaired.
Be their gold medal player.
At least 30 or 40 dead puppets are present in this place, which is called an organized operation.
If it’s the law, elders, it’s not a problem to command hundreds of dead puppets.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So, in the west, they naturally developed into large sects.
In accordance with the law, it is for the dead, buried in the earth, and has already lost their souls.
It doesn’t seem to be a sin if they don’t find their children and make them puppets.
But bad is bad, so they’ll run out of anonymous bodies.
In order to maximize their strength, the monks tend to refine as many body puppets as possible until their mental strength is not sufficiently controlled.
In the process of refining, there are also frequent failures and failures of refining, leading to the direct disappearance of the bodies used.
So every student at the morgue consumes at least a few hundred bodies.
Those of the elders are countless.
For a long time, there are still so many eligible bodies for them.
As a result, some of the people were blinded by pig oil and had their ideas thrown into the graves of their ancestors.
A single citizen was disturbed and his family watched his ancestors’ bodies stolen.
Once a precedent had been set, it would be impossible.
The cathedrals get crazier.
In broad daylight, the caves were blown up and the bodies were stolen.
Later on, the monks became more lazy and began to capture the living directly for their puppets, which were then put into the body puppets, making them more mobile and more powerful.
One is like this, and it’s like this.
And now the west floats, white bones, and eats everywhere.
From a famous state to a dead waste town.
After listening to the situation here, I feel very angry.
Whether it’s from a human or a dead person’s point of view, it’s not good.
And thinking of the sad little brothers who followed me behind my back, I felt the need to do something.
The King of the Dead decided to do it in his own hands and to teach them a lesson to play with the sick monks.
Following a small road outside the city, half a hour, they can see their visible signs.
Then follow the rock, and follow a trail of mountains, so that they may see the gate.
A palace is golden and shining, as if it were built in clouds.
The tablet was written with the words of a dragon snake. If it had not been for the first time, it would have only come to life.
Two doormen stood on both sides of the gate, and saw me leaning on my head and climbing slowly, staring at me and drinking.
“Who goes up the mountain! Do you have an ultimatum?”
It’s a bit of a fragrance.
I raised my hand to put my head right: “You all know how to refine corpses, and you don’t know if you’ve heard of them. I’m sorry.
Two doormen looked at each other and didn’t understand what I was saying.
Very accurate guess.
They didn’t talk to me, they sacrificed their bodies, they jumped at me.
I’ll open my mouth, one at a time, and lay them all down.
Both of them looked at me in shock, their eyes were not focused and their voices were shaking.
“You… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you… you’re… you… you… you’re… you… you… you… you… you’re… you… you… you… you… I’m sorry.
I nodded my head and ate them.
“Stop calling me a phantom. I have a name. I’m a mortuary. I’m sorry.
Looking at their bodies, I got a new conclusion.
A spiritually impregnated monk appears to be completely different from a human being and cannot be infected as a zombie.
It’s a shame they can’t see the world that belongs to the dead…
I was on my way down the hill and I met a lot of monks.
There are outsiders, insiders, protectors, elders, elders.
There are a lot of grades, and the power is also higher than one.
Almost none of my enemies were involved in the gas phase, from the base period, from the Kimdan period, and from the Raush to the first child.
After all, we’re the greatest kings of the last world. We can’t turn into chicks.
Although I’m slow, no villain escapes.
To the top of the mountain, I finally met the head of the scavenging door.
He sat in the palace, with his eyes closed, and he remained still, with three plumes beneath him, and a few fragrances.
Like a statue of a VIP.
He didn’t open his mouth, but his voice came out of my ear.
“You’ve been the first to kill a corpse ever since I walked into my godhood. I’m sorry.
“Do you think you can easily defeat the Golden Day and the New Year, and you’re truly invincible?” I’m sorry.
“You’re wrong. I’m sorry.
“I admit that there is something strange about you, but you should not know. The priest of the world of God has come to the path.” I’m sorry.
“The path of the Holy One, which you cannot measure. I’m sorry.
He’s finally moving, he’s got his head on his back, and he’s got a terrible body.
It’s like putting the whole world in the dark.
I felt a bit of oppression.
Swallows softly, and my heart is nothing.
I don’t know if I can bite.
When the air comes at me, I’ll do it, and that’s the mouth.
There was a “single” in the heavens and the earth.
It’s the main road, greasy.
I don’t know.
“The charades swam to the west and smelled the door, and were angry and alone. By their own means, they will break the enemy of many, and they will be exhausted. The power of the master of the scavenging cavity continues to fall. But the news is that there is nothing to celebrate. At that time, a man encountered a phantom, asking him his name, knowing the phantom. I’m sorry.
– “Siffles.”
4
I’ve been boycotted by all the great powers of the sanctuaries.
Their reason is, “Assisted preaching.” I’m sorry.
– No, I’ve been walking around the world for six months.
It’s slow, but it’s a sight for Kyushu.
Every state, hundreds of mortals gather before me, begging me to bite them.
As the King of Assisting Dead, I will certainly not refuse.
When they return, they will disperse to a pond and turn all of them into dead bodies.
Over time, the monks finally noticed something.
Today’s cuisine world, the city is full of bites and no one is alive.
There is no source for all the great powers.
In accordance with established practice, every September, they hold a huge conference of promotions.
What’s a promotion? Actually, it’s a new ceremony.
A joint effort led by the Länder and led by the Länder, runs through each of the county ‘ s urban pools to test the roots of the roots, bring in the children and add fresh blood to the blood of the genius.
That’s the carp jump to the Dragon Gate.
That’s why I got a pretty good name, promotion.
In the process, take more gifts, like the rare local treasures of the sky, the infinity of gold and silver.
They eat, drink and drink every day, and they make a lot of money.
This is the annual feast of the monks.
Unfortunately this year is different.
They’ve turned into zombies in every town in the state.
The past year has been marked by an infinite number of visits by monks.
You have to be disgruntled, angry, or even bitten by the dead.
The rapidly evolving zombies are barely able to fight the baby priest.
Human beings who had trampled upon them at random had become a force that could not be ignored.
And the culprits of all this are to me.
So, the seven great fairies of the Sanctuary, 35 doorways, 72 pedagogues, jointly published hymns to fight me.
Oh, yeah, it’s supposed to be 36 doors, but I chewed the mortuary door, and now the numbers look a little dead.
They said to me, “At the beginning of October, they will fight death at the top of the clouds.”
As the King of the Dead, I chose to travel freely.
It’s really delicious without him.
And it’s so fragrance, and it bites, and it smells of the spirit, and it spills into the mouth, and it’s like it can’t be said.
This taste, quite wonderful.
There are 35 doors left in this occult world, and it is estimated that at least 35 roads can be eaten.
As for the seven great fairies, it’s a higher food.
It took me a month to get to the top of the sky, to ask the way and to walk.
The height of this peak, the cold wind, the water from the sky spills over into the body, and it all becomes a snow drop.
The whole mountain is surrounded by a thick fog, like standing in the clouds.
The masters of each race have been waiting here for a long time.
“Friends, you’re finally here. I’m sorry.
The chief, the white-haired, the red-haired, was surrounded by a dragon, which was round and round between his neck.
I nod, “I’m coming, as you wish.” I’m sorry.
It has to be said that these old gentiles, who are responsible for the lives of the people and for the crimes committed against them, always maintain the bones of the fair and fair, uncontroversial, juya-like appearances.
Even when it’s too late, I’ll be polite to call me “Dodo friend”.
I don’t know. I thought I was the villain.
The old man groaned with a red breath in his nose and waved with his hands, and opened up the moving dragon, with his fingers a little bit, and lit up a puddle in front of me: “Sit down to the dead man, the poor man is the master of the candle dragon sword, the inflammator, who wants to talk to you.” I’m sorry.
And I sat in the band, and made the pose of “please”: “Tell me.” I’m sorry.
Candle inflammation long-handedly: “There is a spirit between the heavens and the earth, and it’s because of the persistence of my life, can you admit it? I’m sorry.
I thought about it, actually.
Whatever the line of work, to get to the top, it takes talent, hard work and perseverance, including my dead king, no exception.
I nod my head: “No problem.” I’m sorry.
Then the candle inflammation man looked around for a week, and said: “Why can we not accept the offering of a human being when we have the talent, the bones, the strength, the resolve, the determination, the hard work, the hundreds of years of hard work, and the suffering of a human being in life or in death, and the suffering of a human being who will never be able to live?” I’m sorry.
I thought about it, and I noded, “A human being can certainly feed you.” I’m sorry.
“Oh? “Why do you want to destroy the wonderful balance between the heavens and the earth? I’m sorry.
I waved my hand and stood up from the pontoon: “No, it’s unbalanced. I say that human beings can serve you, but that does not mean that it should be unilateral. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha!” The candle-inflammation man laughs on his head, and says, “Well, we should also serve the weak mortals, according to our friends.” I’m sorry.
And We made a small breath of it: not a offering, but a blessing. Why then do you not pay for human beings who give you the fire and treat you honourably and help you with resources? I’m sorry.
Then I went on to say, “A mighty force can protect the safety of the human being. The wind keeps the rain wide and wide, so that it may be smooth. The flames of gold can even create something that will make life easier for the common people and promote technological development for the benefit of all. I’m sorry.
“What is technology? I’m sorry.
“This is not the point,” I said, “More importantly, you seem to have forgotten that you were mortals before the training.” Is it then that you can now change your race as if you were in a landslide, and you were in a cloud, and you turned over the sea? Why do you have to step under your feet once you’ve developed? I’m sorry.
And they were not answered, and I said, “I come from another world, and I just want to go home, and I have nothing to do with preaching.” But the mortals came to me, and they didn’t want to live like the mud. I’m sorry.
The candle inflammation man couldn’t help but groan, squeezed his fist and blew a fire: “How can you, a stranger, preach your ways in our homeland? I’m sorry.
Listen, I finally get it.
It doesn’t make sense.
I scratched my wrist, squeezed my fist and finally held my chin.
Put your teeth back on.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
“Scientific World, with more than a hundred doors, gathered on top of the top of the clouds and led to the mortuary. The candledoers cross-examine each other with one another, with one another in the past, and with another in the way of one another, and the mortuary turns away. I’m sorry.
– Kyushu Monument.
5
Look at me, the candledoers are no longer like me, and now they’re turning around.
And a group of the pagans sprung out, and a path rose up.
The spirit woven brightly and brightly, like a waterfall, it would drown me.
But I’m not afraid, I even smell good.
The candle inflammatories waved, and a young man dressed as a master was drilled out of the crowd.
“The master of the poor, Takebeko, and the gods, ask one or two of them. I’m sorry.
And We took a glimpse of it, and looked at it, and the path behind it was as strong as the head of the scavenging door.
There is an infinity of five lines of wood, and it also has a delicate hymn.
And if We were not mistaken, those are the Verses of the heavens and the earth.
Such might, if it were to stand before mortals, would indeed be like a god in heaven.
Unfortunately, I’m the King of the Dead. I don’t know what’s going on with these flowers.
The road came to me, and I bit it so hard that it didn’t turn out to be an accident and it all entered my belly.
And as soon as the road collapsed, the bamboo fell upon it, and it was destroyed, and a black blood came out.
If he didn’t want to be eaten as a ration, he bit his teeth and looked at me and rolled himself down the hill.
How is it possible that Ling Yun Peak will survive if he goes down like this?
He’s kind of hot.
And We chewed on the way of bamboo, and looked at those who were swaying.
I was thinking, why don’t we go together?
Can’t I eat fat?
The candle inflammatories did not seem to have been surprised by this result, nor did they have any panic on their faces, but waved again, and one more person appeared.
He looked like a child, he had two brows, he had a red belly, and he jumped in front of me naked with two little feet.
Both eyes were covered in big black eyes, and they kept turning their mouths, and they looked very loud.
If I met him on another occasion, I’d think of him as my stinking brother.
Who thinks that his voice is old and dying?
“I am the master of today’s Piracian Cactus, Thunder’s Gourds, and I’m the son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
I have to say, he’s the most rude apostolic I’ve ever seen.
I have noded, but it is a battle to be fought: “No, let it be. I’m sorry.
The word “sample” accidentally fell into the ear of a thunder-thrower and made him angry.
“For the first time ever, I have dared to humiliate me by walking the world’s 1,800 years to the farthest of the world. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you…”
But he was not able to listen to me, with his hands squeezing like meatballs, and he was born with a massive thunder in his palm.
There’s thunder in the glazing light, and I can feel the vortex.
And even more amazingly, there’s still a breath of the universe in that thunder.
It turns out that one trick, one trick, is hiding a little world.
She mustard, she’s big.
Although such a small world is only the birthplace of small to extremes, he has come into contact with the real power of the heavens and the earth.
Is this the difference between the creation of the heavens and the earth and their control?
There is something.
And leave him to change in every way, and I have but one face.
We mortuaries have evolved in a way that is not as brilliant a theory and direction as their sages.
It’s to fill up the teeth that depend on survival.
Bite it down, it’s fragrance.
The power of the heavens and the earth, it tastes great.
Believe me, if you taste the cavities and then go back and bite into the auras, once unforgettable deliciouss will taste like wax.
I ran out of thunder, and I looked at the masters again.
It is strange, however, that two of their teammates were damaged in a row and their faces remained free of any panic.
Calm down to wonder.
I can’t help but get my eyebrow.
Something’s wrong.
It’s not a lie to think that they chose the venue for this conversation.
It seems like I’m seeing a change in my face, and the candle-inflammated people in that crowd laugh, and say, “Friend of the dead, you finally found it.” I’m sorry.
“Oh? I’m sorry.
“You think you’ve easily solved the two of us, the monks, without knowing it, have fallen into the trap we set. I’m sorry.
I wiped my mouth: “Leave the details.” I’m sorry.
The candle inflammation, knowing that the great might had been achieved and that there was no need to rush, sat down with the legs: “We have thought of you as a strong man who can resist a state of God, ever since you were alone. Not even some of us old men in the cave can guarantee you. I’m sorry.
I noded my head: “What then? I’m sorry.
“It turns out so. He was laughing and shaking his head, “Whether it’s bamboo or thunder, you don’t have the next round. But their mission has been successfully accomplished. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“And for the time that they have dragged you to fight, We have decreed the strongest and most powerful of the pagans since ancient times, and the most powerful and powerful of the pagans. He smiled on his face, and said, “When this is started, even the heavenly One, will be cut off. Now the head of the whole cuisine community is here, giving all of its power and pouring it into the air. I’m sorry.
I wrinkled, and he was a little nervous: “It should also be an honor for me, should I?”
“Trust me, you will die in this world’s worst pyrotechnic fire, so that you may die, and no one will ever be able to overcome it again.” I’m sorry.
Their faces were all funny smiles, and they were all staring at me.
I feel a little broken.
You’re not gonna blow me up, are you?
But we are a group that has been known for its slow pace of action.
Even if I tried to escape, I can’t escape now.
“Ha ha ha!” When the time comes, the candle-inflammation man will laugh with the hands of the masters and raise his hands. I’m sorry.
The sky was filled with a cloud, and nine days of the Milky Way, and a few seconds later, a vast black hole was created.
Among them is light, as deep as death, and there is fire.
There seems to be nothing in the black hole, and there seems to be everything else.
This kind of pressure I’ve never felt before.
I swallowed my spit.
There’s no other way.
Bite it.
I opened my mouth, and I hit it up.
Darkness drowns me all.
It took some time for this black hole to fade away.
And when the people of the sight have given up their strength and are exhausted, they are all lying down on the ground, looking up to me with no confidence.
I touched the tummy, and I couldn’t bear it, and I burped it.
“Hiccup…the flower whistles. I’m sorry.
“You almost got it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“The Zhenjo Gate and the Dead Man fought on the top of the sky. It’s full of light, and the stars are shaking, and there’s something amazing. As the world can see, the infinite cave is above nine days and has the power to eat. And none returned except the dead, and none of the pagans went down the hill. I’m sorry.
– The Old Fairy.
Six.
At last, the scenic world has returned to calm.
Without the monks, the world could be a happy place.
We’re all cute little zombies, we’re not bullying, we’re working together, we’re eating meat.
In order to thank me for being the first to do so, they honoured me as their father, and they also sealed me with an audacity.
It’s called “The Dead Fairy.”
Don’t say that. It tastes a little bit.
I’ve been digested for a long time since I ate all the monks’ forces.
I am surprised that the power of these roads and the power of the heavens and the earth are slowly absorbed into my stomach.
And I’ve had a lot of talent.
For example, I can fly now.
Finally, you don’t have to walk around slowly.
Enough for a five-star.
And when I thought that the world was at peace and that I could finally lazily bathe at the top of the cliff, the peace was suddenly broken.
A shadow came down from the moon.
Step on Qinghui and step into the Queens.
His body is like a mountain, and his voice stirs the sea.
“Why is this so? I’m sorry.
I flew into the air and wanted to talk to him: “Where did this brother come from? I’m sorry.
But he whispered and scorned: “Does not one of the worms of the lower world know his Lord?” It is only natural that you may recite my hymn, the great god. I’m sorry.
I’m a little sweaty.
Does the fairies speak like this? It’s a good feeling.
This man, oh no, is large but not swollen, has a strong bone, is bound to fly, his foot is on the cloud, and he has two great axes in his hand.
With beards all over his face, he’s a terrible sight.
As the saying goes, salute before soldiers.
In the absence of the other party’s initiative, I would like to remain the king of the dead and be polite, smiling and nodding my head: “What is this god doing?” I’m sorry.
The God of the Giant will hum, and a giant cloud will be drilled out of his nostrils: “Let me ask you, who is in charge of this world now, and why is this world of the fair? And why is it that the way of people in this world has not taken root, as if it were a new way? I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s what I was asking. I waved, “Then I’ll explain. I’m sorry.
“Accordingly, this is no longer the world of cuisine, it should be called the mortuary. I’m sorry.
“I’ve wiped out all the oxen-sniffers, so no one will come to you.” I’m sorry.
“As for what you say, I do not understand, but I know that now everyone in this world is a dead person, and everyone eats meat. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t mind, you can also call me by my name, and I’m called the Dead Fairy. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have a bit of yellow and fair around you?” Who gave you permission to destroy the Shinigami? I told you why nobody’s been flying up the Fairy World these days, and you’ve broken it? I’m sorry.
In the face of his questioning, I groaned: “Is there a possibility that they did it first? I’m sorry.
“Stands are still trying to explain! I’m sorry.
Without much speculation, and even a few times, this giant god will be angry and will strike at me with a big ax.
The double ax came with a wonderful breath.
Like seven radiant radiances, and like confusion.
Surely this is the golden spirit of his mouth.
I don’t know how it works, but it’s a lot higher than the spirit of this world.
But it is a pity that this giant god will not be as powerful as any one of the most powerful men in the world, and that his power has not been greater than those of the cavalry.
For me today, nature is no threat.
I’ll open my mouth and wait for this pixie to spread.
Bite it.
Shan!
It’s more fragrance!
Looking at this scene, the giant god on the other side will no longer hold up.
The look on the face has changed from impatience to surprise, and the forehead has even been sweated three times.
He may have never thought about it.
In a hurry, he continues to exert the spirit, over and over and over, in an attempt to suppress me completely.
But I’m the King of the Dead. What’s with the mouth?
Not to mention that I’ve eaten so many monks that I can’t see through my power.
He put as much as I bit.
Not too much meat to eat.
It’s just a time to freeze, and God will finally be able to hold it.
The only thing he could see was a little tremor in his hands, and the axe was too fast to lift, and a few splendor came out of his face.
Then, with both hands set, the tiger’s mouth burst with a plaster of fairy blood, like red magma, and fell on the ground.
The axe fell straight into the forest, as if two hills had fallen from the sky.
The sky is as bright as lightning, and it is as high as a fairy, and so it runs away.
The backs of the Kurasar are becoming smaller and smaller, flying towards the edge of the moon until it is completely gone.
There is no more heaven and earth.
I touched my chin, and I’m still trying.
I might be able to evolve again if I could eat a lot of fairy.
What was it then? The God of the Dead?
Turn around and see the axes as high as the hills. I’m having fun.
“You’re too kind. You left me some presents. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“The heavens and the earth are blessed with peace, but they meet every one of them who asks, and the dead one responds. The name of this God is a great spirit, and God has the name of His Majesty, and he is like a mountain, and when he swallows a river, he has a terrible character and can stop the nighting of the children. The phantom and the phantom have to be killed. Even though the spirit is so great, the corpses swallow it. The Great Silo ran away and left two axes in the world. I’m sorry.
– Exorcism.
7
I saw thousands of dead men on stage.
That’s right, the legions that once made me proud of were re-emerged in a different land, a place based on a sanctuaries.
I can smell a dangerous feeling from the presence of the higher world.
And most of them, with the gates of the fairies, are a platinum.
There will be no end to the defeat at my hands.
And I read a message from the hymn of “The Great Spirit.”
Will, generals too.
If there is a general, there must be soldiers and pawns.
On the moonlight, there is a fairy army.
It puts me under a lot of pressure.
Since the time of the fight, most of the pagans encountered have been deserters, with a direct collision of sophisticated combat power.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
But as the King of the Dead, I once held millions of dead men, naturally knew the power of man-made tactics.
Even if an ant piles up into the sea, it will be enough to drown humans.
When I smelled the crisis, I started to mobilize the King of the Dead at the speed of my ability to gather the most rapidly evolving bodies under the sky.
Three thousand sharp, has come close to the power of the divine. There are also 80,000 other armies that can match their former first-born monks.
I’m in front of you.
I gnawed at the ax, and sat on high, staring at the moon in the sky, waiting silently for the presence of the fairies.
The mortuary army’s strangulation was carried through the clouds, so that the fog of the whole sanctuaries was covered with blood.
The atmosphere was so full of three days and three nights that the moonlight finally came out of the people we had been waiting for.
A dark shadow, coming out of the moonlight and sneaking into the world at my feet.
They’re all on foot in the clouds. They’re all wearing a guacamole, they’re holding a sharp blade and they’re wearing red.
3,000, 5,000, 8,000…
As many as 50,000.
So many fairies are above the sky, and almost the whole world is covered up.
And I looked at the dead, and they looked at them, and now they are full of war.
I called one of them, the first student in the East Sea.
He became early, much more gnawed, and he was in good shape and the fastest to evolve, as he approached the demagogue.
Most of the soldiers on that day were no match for him if they were to fight each other alone.
Even the great spirit, known as the Lord of God, could suppress him, and could never easily kill him.
I shot him on the shoulder and laughed, “Are you afraid? I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth, and each side had a long, long teeth: “What is there to be afraid of? I was afraid because I couldn’t even resist in front of the spirit. But now that I have the guts, the teeth, even one in a hundred, how can I at least risk my life to win a battle, even the gods? Besides, isn’t there a corpse around? I’m sorry.
I can’t help but laugh.
It’s just a book.
It’s a rare intellectual in the dead.
Then I turned my head and looked at a dead body.
“What about you, afraid?”
The legion of the dead was sounded in a sound, and a drink of anger was swayed and the mountains were shaken.
“Not afraid!”
I looked up in the eyes, and the day the soldiers came out of a mighty middle-aged fairy.
Gold helmets, silver armor, red-faced, hand-to-hands high in a pocket pagoda.
His voice is sullen, as the thunder of lightning cannot be found in the clouds.
“I am the King of the Seal of the City of the Heaven, the Marshal of the Kingdom, who has ordered the Emperor, and has come to the heavens and the earth to fight the evil and traitors, according to the will of the heavens and the earth, in order to restore peace in this land. Will you then take them away? I’m sorry.
I sprained my neck, broke my jaw, laughed, and said, “You can’t be so full of shit! I’m sorry.
After the greatness of the world, Shuu Xianmen feeds these gods.
A human being who has been raised to high heights may be promoted to the heavenly court, whereupon he shall be crowned.
And the fairies in the heavens travel in time and again, and enjoy a pleasant day.
Now that the Monuments of the Monuments have been destroyed and the fairies have lost control of the world, it is only natural that they want to get back.
It’s a dispute of interest, but it’s about God, justice, demons.
This is bullshit.
The King of the Tower looked at me as he did not want to defend himself, nor to speak more, but instead drew up a handsome flag pointing in my direction.
“According to the command of the soldiers, take down the demons of this land! I’m sorry.
The sound of words, the flair of a handsome flag, a skyscraper with a sharp knife, his foot in the clouds, and he will be killed.
No need for me to say anything. The legions of zombies are not weak.
Tens of thousands of armies are entwined together.
The mortuary methods were one-sided and a little downside, but better still, they were larger and not crushed.
The King of the Towers drew a man from his side, and once again decreed: “The Lord of Rochepha shall obey and bring down the monster.” I’m sorry.
The man took the order and flew straight towards me.
I’ll look at it. It’s a face.
It has three heads, six arms, red eyes, blue teeth, like Shuro’s birth.
Six arms, each with a magic device, a sword, a blade, a wheel, a embroidery ball, and a cane, and I see my eyes gushing.
“I am a stork in the sky, called a twilight phoenix, and have a royal decree from the mouth of the Jade Emperor, and bring down the monster of the world.” You evil devil, bow down! I’m sorry.
He’s so quiet and incomprehensible that I don’t care.
But he drank, and the six weapons worked at the same time, bringing out the pixie air, gathered in formation and stood in front of him.
I open my mouth and take this.
With a clear sound, he bit his weapon formation.
It’s a good thing that the spirit spreads through my throat.
He was swallowed up to kill, but he did not panic, his eyes closed, and he brought forth a more powerful gate.
I only saw him raise six arms to the sky at the same time, and the sword turned into a double, and it turned into millions, like a rain-dropping star, and came at me.
This is a powerful move, and the physical damage to him may not be small.
He was running the light like a rainstorm, and all three of his faces bit his teeth.
This move, full of power.
I thought about it, without a hard link, and then applied the evolutionary power of a flash, passing through the gap of a meteor, going straight into the face of the Lord of Robbhara, with a bite.
There came a cry in the heavens and the earth, whereupon the violent radiant radiance of the radiant radiant.
The red clouds of blood fall like snow.
Turned around, the King of the Tower’s face went dark and took a few steps back.
I’m going straight to the King on the winnings.
He threw out the tower, turned 50 feet, tried to block my way and shouted, “The three armies help me! I’m sorry.
The soldiers heard that the formations were in chaos, and that the legions of the dead came up, and half of the day was immediately flooded.
I bit the tower and saw the tower King flee to the side of the moon and a flash disappears.
I drove forward and flew towards the moonlight.
Now that we’ve reached this point, let’s go and see what your heavenly sight is!
I don’t know.
“Admiral Heavenly Decree, Retrieving the Dead.” The Fountain of the Dead, welcome. The three armies fought, and the Lord Rabraphate flew, and the enemy of the dead fell upon it, and the red clouds fell and the law was extraordinary. The soldiers ran away, and the dead and the dead went away. I’m sorry.
– “Closed Divine.”
8
At the end of the moonlight, I finally saw it.
This world is not the same as my world.
In that area, a planet floats in the universe, and the moon on the sky is a satellite, following the pattern of orbit.
And in this world, this pure moonlight is a great legal framework.
It’s a light yellow, and once you’ve looked at it, you’ll be in trouble.
I closed my eyes and went straight into the law.
Back on the ground, in the fairyland.
It is indeed an extraordinary world, where the whole world lies above the clouds, like a plumb with no roots and in chaos.
The great palaces are golden and brilliant, and they are in the curtains.
Each of them is like a horrifying giant, a vast land and a vast building.
At the entrance, four gods above the shoulder of the heavens and the earth stood in front of me.
Swords of Biwako, Serpent’s umbrella, filled with gold, came at me.
“The Four Kings are here, and the dead are still insolent! I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and bit it.
The more they eat, the more they evolve.
Now that I’m moving quickly, wavers can bring down all the magic tricks, except for the unwitting crooks and the nature of the mouth bites, which are not much like zombies.
It’s more and more like a corpse.
These fairy attacks are certainly not my enemy.
The four heavens were smitten, and they entered the palace of the clouds, and they killed a man.
Zhao Zhao and 12 dollars, the gods of all kinds, with their heads on their heads, their faces on their faces, and their belts on their waists, and their weapons, each of them, and their hands.
Another bite, all down.
The palace behind them, the tablets, are named after them by the name of the fairy, or by the name of the bullfighter, or by the name of the temple, and I smell the fairy, no matter what.
I’ve eaten the spirit of the fairy palace.
Perhaps I didn’t think my enemies in the lower world would be able to kill them that day by throwing their armor and chasing them to the upper world, except for those who stood by and did not see too many fairies.
I’ve been running around, biting, swallowing a house, almost without a fairy.
Until the end of the day, there was a palace without a roof.
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There’s a god standing in front of the door, as if waiting for me.
“None of the four Kings, the four Kings, the four Kings, and the 12 Dollars can stop you.” * He rolls under his feet, holds a whip with gold, and there is a circle between his necks, and he is angry, as if there was fire in his chest *
I turned around my neck, grinding my teeth, and asked, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“This is the voice of Tee-e-e-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-L-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-Le-L-L-L-Le-Le-L-Le-Le-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L- I’m sorry.
And I opened my mouth, and I spit, “I call you a ghost.” I’m sorry.
After listening to my response, he frowned his head: “With me here, don’t be mad!” I’m sorry.
You’re gonna have to whip him.
I bit him all the way over, and I wouldn’t fear him, and I jumped in the face.
I didn’t think it was a hard part.
All the way up and down, and the thunder was so loud and my lips so fainted.
I’m the one who bit and bit, and he’s holding me back.
Having fought for a fragrance, I finally bit him hard and broke him.
A pixie is pouring into the belly, full of strength again.
If you do it again, you’ll defeat him.
At last, there was no obstacle. I stepped on my feet into the palace.
I don’t know.
“It’s heaven, the dead wonders! I’m sorry.
– “The Stars.”
9
But the strange thing is, there’s nothing in this house.
It’s all over the place. It’s like inside the smoke.
It’s not what I imagined.
When I was still, a sound fell into my ear.
“You ghost corpse, you’re out of your mind. I’m sorry.
I looked around and the sound came from behind.
The man was a man of ceremonial dignity, covered in a kind of golden light, floated behind him with a huge circle, and had a bag over his head, as though he had been bitten by a group of mosquitoes.
“Are you the master of the fairy world? I’m sorry.
He shakes his head: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
Buddha?
And I whispered it twice and again, “O Buddha, why are you in this palace of heaven? I’m sorry.
He smiled, “I came to stop you. Even if I were not the master of the fairy world, you would not be allowed to vandalize it. I’m sorry.
I looked at it with my eye, and it seemed like the Buddha had no power but no intention of killing.
The strength of that power doesn’t feel that high.
It doesn’t look like I can handle it.
“Why do you think you can stop me?” he said. I’m sorry.
His face remained the same from the beginning, he kept smiling, raised his big hand and made a “please” gesture.
“If you think you can bite me with that mouth, come on. I’m sorry.
It’s like he’s saying he doesn’t go to hell who goes to hell.
After all, I’m the King of the Dead, and I’ve had more bites than he’s had.
I flew in front, opened my mouth and bit.
It’s broken. It’s all in my belly.
He’s flavoury, tastes like a fairy.
What I didn’t realize was that he looked like he was barely able to bite and then he broke.
It’s a lot of crap.
I was shaking my head and I was trying to leave, but I realized that the flavour was still scattered.
And with great doubt, I went forward and saw Buddha after a measure.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
He smiled a little when he saw me wonder, “See you again.” I’m sorry.
I’m frowning, I’m a little surprised, I don’t want to talk to him.
The gold is broken again, and Foley falls into my belly again.
The Buddha’s big body was lost again, nowhere.
I look forward, fly again.
After counting, I finally had a cold breath.
Buddha, there it is again.
“What is this? I’m sorry.
His lips were thick and wide, and he smiled and waved at me like he was saying hello.
When I was surprised, he smiled and explained: “This is the kingdom of the Buddha, which I have forged in countless times. Even if there is an end to the universe, there is no end to our kingdom. Keep eating, no matter how much you eat, you’ll never finish it. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I didn’t know if his words were true.
Whatever, I’m on one mouth and now there’s no other way than to bite.
I opened my mouth and kept eating his golden body.
Five, ten, hundred, thousand.
I can’t remember how many Buddhas ate.
But he still appeared before me with a sweet eye and a smile.
Gradually, I felt like I was about to get even.
It is not strong, but it is endless.
I can’t eat all my life.
I can see it. I can’t eat it.
Looking at Buddha’s face as if it were good, I took a deep breath and thought of something else.
I sat down and started digesting the huge flavour of my body.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting in this room until I open my eyes again.
And when I look at this chorus, I finally can’t find a way like a headless fly.
The Buddha had to be flavoured, my finger had to be softer, and a hole had to be poked in the air, and he finally came back to the fair.
The Buddha sits in a palace, even if I escape from it, and smiles and looks at me.
I know that this guy can’t die, and that thousand recycles are killing me, and I’m in a hurry to fly out.
The Buddha was slowly suffocating behind me, and the tender voice came after me: “You have a remarkable sense of how to escape from my kingdom. But I’ll stay behind this door and welcome you to eat me any time you want. I’m sorry.
It’s the most peaceful way to say it, but it’s in my ear and it’s getting sicker.
I didn’t want to stay, to get into the FLNKS, to follow the moonlight and finally go back to the cuisine.
I don’t know.
“The Queen of the Dead enters the House of the Heavens and meets Buddha.” There are two men fighting, the dead and the dead, and Buddha’s law. There’s nothing we can do about it. I’m sorry.
– “The Dead.”
10
Ten years have passed since the Battle of Tianmong.
The fairies have been bitten by me, and they are still in the post-disaster reconstruction phase, and they can’t afford to come back to us.
The dead live in peace and are building beautiful new homes.
In the past 10 years, the Queens have officially changed their name to the Dead.
Named after my dojo and made me useful.
And accordingly, I’ve never been in trouble again.
I can’t help it. The Buddha is too difficult.
I digested Foley, fearing his country’s imprisonment, but I couldn’t help him.
I sort of figured it out. Me and him, in their respective fields, came to an extreme.
I have evolved to the extremes of the dead, to the incalculable, to the eating of things and to the strengthening of myself.
And Buddha, who is a man of many ages, and of all the power, of all the power and of all the use, is his “extreme”.
Between extremes and extremes, there can be no difference.
This delicate balance has been created by such confrontation.
In the meantime, the dead struggled and the dead world was evaporated, and I was happy, lying on the top of the world’s highest cloud, tanning the sun and the moon. Ten years had passed.
I thought the day would go on so slowly, but just today, I found a miracle.
In front of my eyes, I began to flash images of a world.
It’s like a dream and a awakening.
That’s where I was before, and that’s where I bit the King of the Dead.
I’ve been away for over a decade.
If you say so, there are tens of millions of my boys, and there’s my home.
As the images become more frequent, more frequent and clearer, I have a subtle feeling in my meditation.
Maybe I’ll be back soon.
This makes me very confused.
No, for more than a decade, there are new corpses I’ve infected.
This is not my home.
Even worse, if I did cross back, who would protect the dead?
If the fairy tale comes back, isn’t it time to return to the day when the fairy was born?
I can’t imagine.
Three days after sitting on the top of the clouds, I called the first infected student.
“There’s a message that may not be good, but I think I need to say it. I’m sorry.
“You know, I’m a stranger. I don’t belong in the world. I’m sorry.
“I thought I’d come here, and I’d been here. But lately I’ve had a hunch that I’m about to be sent back. I’m sorry.
“The mortuary world has slowly become radiant in my eyes, and naturally I will not let it fall again into the hands of the fairies. I’m sorry.
“But this power that crosses the world is beyond my control, I don’t know what to do…”
If I don’t finish, I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. I’ll only have to take a breath.
Look at the clouds moving slowly.
They are also born in this community, but they do not understand its worries.
I thought the booksman would be terrified to hear such a thunderbolt, but I didn’t think he would be more calm than I.
He smiled and said:
“If it is not for the work of the dead and the dead, our lives will be left to rest, and how can this be done?” I’m sorry.
“It is God’s will that the corpses should leave, and we have no reason to blame them. I’m sorry.
“And the corpses have done too much to protect us. If we’re not on the other side, we’ll have to go home. I’m sorry.
“Who doesn’t know what it’s like to be out there in the middle of nowhere? I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, we’re not the ones with the strength of a chicken, and we have the power of a corpse, even if they are the best. I’m sorry.
“Big deal, put a stone in the ground and leave them a dead end. I’m sorry.
I listened to it, and I was a little sour in my heart, and I slapped him on the shoulder: “Don’t be so pessimistic. I’m sorry.
The bookman squeezed out a nice smile and took off a fan in his waist for many years and passed it into my hand.
“We don’t have much to worry about. We don’t have much treasure in the eye of the dead, so I give you a little souvenir on behalf of all the Lebanese in the dead world, and we meet with the dead. I’m lucky to be dead. I’m sorry.
He bowed down, bowed three times and turned away.
I didn’t realize I had tears on my eye.
No, I have to do something.
I don’t know.
“Ten years of peace, the world is full of life. There was a feeling between the dead and the dead that they would be forced to return to the diaspora. As long as the world is grieved, there is nothing to celebrate. I’m sorry.
– “The Book of Peace.”
Eleven.
I stood in the shadow of the moon, staring at the PFL, and I fell into my head.
I’ve just gone through and looked at it.
Ten years later, the Buddha was just like a busy man and was still at the gates.
Smile on your face and hand me your hand as soon as you see me.
It’s like you can eat me. Can you eat me?
It’s really annoying.
This fairy world, I’ve been thinking about it for half a day, and it can’t be solved.
In the moonlight, I didn’t feel it.
You’re really giving up on the mortuary?
I can see the images of the world in the past two days, almost a few minutes apart, when the scintillation becomes more serious.
It won’t last long.
I’d really like to punch him in the face.
This shit.
Wait?
After a little while, I suddenly saw the light.
Why don’t I just try and eat this moon formation?
Take a deep breath and do it.
I tried my mouth open, I bit it down, and I really broke an angle.
But it is clear that fragmentation does not affect its functioning, and that its power is not lost.
The power of the FLNKS automatically flows into my belly.
A fusion of power is a pure and powerful force.
I’m getting a little swollen in my stomach.
I haven’t done this since I was king of the dead.
I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
But look back at the plentiful mortuary world, and I’m full of power.
Turn your head up again and bite it in pieces.
Time is moving, and I feel like I’m out of consciousness, and I’m getting sick.
Every bite takes a long time to take another bite.
This is a law that I cannot afford to give up.
It seems that I have lost control of my body for some time, and that the king of the dead has long since disappeared.
I feel like I’m dying.
At last, this huge gust of justice has been eaten.
The moon, it just disappeared in the morgue.
The lightness of the light can no longer be seen, nor can the fairy world feel it, as if it had disappeared in the void.
The connection between the two worlds has finally been completely cut off and each has since become independent.
I laughed, very satisfied.
But with such a smile, the tight belly can’t hold up any longer and it just explodes.
I turned into a firework, and my eyes went black.
I don’t know.
“The moon is gone, the world is gone, the dead are gone. I’m sorry.
– The Order of the Dead.
Note
Open your eyes from the darkness, my body is aching.
I was lying on the top of an abandoned building, and the moonlight was pouring on me, dragging out a long shadow.
The building was repaired by a group of corpses who stayed up all day and night.
At my feet, I was slashed with a couple of gnawed steel bars.
This is Earth?
He rubbed his face and his head was in pain.
The memory of the cuisine is still spinning.
I’m back?
Or did I actually have a complicated dream?
I tried to inspire the magic spirits, the fairies, the Buddhists, but I couldn’t feel it.
My power has clearly not changed.
It’s the same as lying before.
“Ooh, I was so excited. I had a dream. I’m sorry.
I groaned and looked up at the brightness of the day.
After such a dream, the moon that was supposed to die, it’s all gone.
After a long laugh, I stood up and was ready to go downstairs.
But there’s something in my waist.
I touched it and it was a fan.
This familiar look is clearly the bookmaker’s gift to me.
Open the fan with a bookman’s handwriting on it.
It’s written on the front, “A lifetime bow.”
On the back, it says “to the dead.”
The moon was high and I cried and laughed.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
