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I felt a big hairy tail in the nest.

The Emperor tried to drag his tail away and told me that it was a chicken plow.

I said the palace is haunted.

The Emperor was in a hurry: “I have lived in the palace for hundreds of years, and I have never heard of a ghost. I’m sorry.

I looked at the bed and said nothing.

Most afraid of the air being quiet.

The Emperor’s breath was about to stop, and it took him some time to stammer and say, “I mean, I’ve been building for centuries, and there have been no rumors of ghosts in the palace. Must be you’ve been asleep lately. I’m sorry.

I held my tail even tighter, and I said to him, “How is it hot?” I’m sorry.

He seems to be sweating his tail, “It’s summer, so it’s hot.” I’m sorry.

I went on to ask, “Is that why you showed your tail? For the heat?”

“…I didn’t mean to. “His green eyes became so clenched, as with tears, he whispered, “Will you let it go first?

“Oh. * He’s a little pathetic. I let go. *

As soon as it was released, he put his big tail in the hide and moved it out.

And I turned my head, and groaned, and said to him who sleeps outside: Light the light. I’m sorry.

“You’re not sleeping? I’m sorry.

I looked at him with the extra light and reminded him that the color of the eyes had not changed. I’m sorry.

“Huh? It was said that he immediately closed his eyes and that he was able to recover his normal pupils.

I said, “Light the lights. I’m sorry.

He sits up slowly, creeping around like a cherub to touch the candlesticks on the bedboard, and he does not see it folding with fire, and the candle itself is lit.

He sits beside me with his hands on the candlestick, and in the nightlight is his look of great frustration.

“How did you find out? I’m sorry.

I was still lying flat, looking at him from the light of a soybean: “Don’t you think it’s strange to eat chicken for nine and a half days? I’m sorry.

“What’s so strange…” And he grunted, and he seemed unconvincing.

“Isn’t it weird to embroidered chicken legs on that pyjamas? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Isn’t it strange that the palace was built in the forest of the mountains? I’m sorry.

“…isn’t it normal? I see a lot of the big houses in the mountains. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, I can’t help it — sit up and grab his hairy ears.

“First of all, it’s one of the people’s palaces, and it’s not going to be built in any of the woods, and nobody’s gonna smoke it. I saw him shivering his ears, turning them down, and, “No, you forgot to keep your ears!” I’m sorry.

He shrunk, as if he could immediately slip into the covers, head down, and pick a pitiful feeling when his eyes fell down, as if there was a radiant radians, with some kind of naïve and unknowing cursing.

“I have not been an emperor among men but I do not know.” I’m sorry.

I cried out to him, “Have you never been to the earth? I’m sorry.

He looked low, bit his lips like he was crying, and after half a day he said: “Then you can tell me how scary it is to shout so loud. I’m sorry.

“…”I can’t rebut it. Is there anything more scary here than a fox?

But after more than two months, I knew his spleen, a fox who had nothing but foolishness. Or male.

So I took out 12 points of patience and softened my voice: “Why did you lie to me? I’m sorry.

He pulled the covers a little bit, and he probably couldn’t stand it. He looked up and looked at me very carefully. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. I don’t know, but I don’t want him to look like he’s crying again.

He seemed to relax a lot and to be relieved of his breath and his ears were raised again.

I look at you and I laugh. It’s a stupid fox. It’s so easy to trust people.

“Can you tell me the truth now, Your Majesty? I’m sorry.

The blanket had slipped on his waist, showing his big chicken leg embroidered on his chest, and it was very real and attractive.

The candles were emptied, he was holding the tip of the big tail, and he looked down, and he was silent for a long time, as if he didn’t want to say.

In the middle of the two compartments, the bedtops suddenly made a small sound, as if something was slipping from above and over their heads.

And suddenly something came down from the edge, and he was like, “No, I told you it wouldn’t take long. I’m sorry.

And We looked up and looked upon a snake that had been hanging in the sky, half of it, white and white, without any impurity, and even in the darkness, a little light like jade.

The snake’s eyes were like two little red beans, and he said to me, “Hello.” I’m sorry.

I’m completely numb. A fox can become a man. What’s a snake supposed to say?

So I was as calm as an old monk, and said, “Hello.” I’m sorry.

The little white snake said, “He does not want to talk, I tell you.” I’m sorry.

“Go ahead. I’m sorry.

“He was four foxes, 200 or more years ago, and was cast into the mirrors, this is it.” The mirrors are forbidden, allowed in and out, and so many companies have no one but us, but four (yes) don’t know what’s going on. You’re rough right here. I’m sorry.

I listened to the four of my ears, and I put an aside: “I’m sorry, I’m asking, is your country of origin?” I’m sorry.

The little white snake stretches down and puts his head above the head of a fox: “Four, how do you know?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Why are you here when he was exiled?” I’m sorry.

The little white snake doesn’t want to talk. I’m sorry.

“It’s my fault. And the fox stomped his tail and made a mistake in good faith: “When I was exiled, I took my nest, and he fell asleep in the grass, and I didn’t find it. I’m sorry.

I nod my head: why do you lie to me when I wake up, saying that you are the Emperor? I’m sorry.

“We brought you back, you were in a coma for a long time, and you looked like a mortal again. The fox looked at me, and the little white snake had become a pile over his head, and he said, “If you knew you were in the mirror, you’d freak out.” So, we lied to you, and it’s normal to live in the palace and never leave. I’m sorry.

The white snake adds: “Four, the human being is vulnerable, especially the little sister-in-law. When I was on earth, I could just walk, and scare them. I’m sorry.

I looked at this empty palace, and the night wind blew into the window with the fragrance of the grass, and the room was cold.

How can you pretend to be a palace?

“So you’re gonna lie to me forever? I’m a mortal, but I’ve been fooled for so long. I’m sorry.

“A short life. The fox opened his hand and pointed to me with a narrow palm print, and said, “A human being is short, your whole life is short.” I’m sorry.

And I looked at them, and they folded their heads and looked at me in the eyes of two imbeciles, and it was so stupid.

The fox’s eyes are particularly bright.

Somehow, when I woke up, I was reminded of his face, which was thin, his eyes were small, his eyes were small, his eyelids were thick, and he cast a shadow over his nose.

And he was born with a rare, natural appearance, and he spoke with a nervous and cautious look like a new-born chick, and he said to me, “O you, awake! I am the Emperor, and now you are in the palace.” I’m sorry.

Because I lost my memory, I could only wake up in a strange place, even though I saw the pointy ears on his head that were not hidden, but I followed his words: “Who am I?” I’m sorry.

“You’re the queen, aren’t you happy?” I’m sorry.

“Oh. “I nodded, I feel like I’m missing something, and I don’t have an expression saying, “It’s nice. I’m sorry.

For the next two months, despite all the loopholes, but also because the fox is so stupid, I can’t feel the danger of falling into a monster trap, only one… I’d like to see what you’re in for.

I just didn’t think he really seemed to have a plan to keep going, and I only came out tonight.

It seems that things are more complicated than I thought, and it’s just a matter of human evils and evils, and now even monsters are trapped and trapped.

I’m suffocating and I know the road ahead.

Two impostors looked at me with their eyes open, and I smiled, “What do you call them?” I’m sorry.

The fox opens his eyes: “Huh? I’m sorry.

We said, “I think you should not call the Emperor, right? I’m sorry.

“Mmm-hmm! He nods his head, smiles at me, shows a little fang, and says, “I’m not lonely, I’m from Green Hill. He’s a dragon, he’s from Mandarin. I’m sorry.

“Who is Bruce?” We’re pretty big! I’m sorry.

An exiled fox who claimed not to be alone.

A little white snake, single name dragon.

I couldn’t help but laugh and smile for a long time before I wiped my tears and looked up and said to two fools: “Hello! I’m sorry.

“I am Ishisei. I’m sorry.

Who knows, without being alone and with dragons saying, “You still have a name?” I’m sorry.

“What do you call me by a name? Do I have a strange name? I’m sorry.

“Ah, ah, this…” doesn’t pull a snake’s tail behind your back, and the look on your face is a panic.

I looked into his eyes, but I didn’t crack it.

The little dragon was intruded, almost biting the snake. I’m sorry.

Then he coughed twice, and it was really weird that a snake sounded like this. He said to me, “You can’t remember much. We thought you forgot your name.” I’m sorry.

I’ve looked in my eyes from snakes to foxes, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

Maybe he’s still in shape, but it’s different if he’s not alone, and he’s so confused that he can barely look at me. I’m sorry.

I heard the silence, and in the silent night, there was nothing but a lumber, and the dragon slipped quietly from the backs of not being alone, trying to escape the place where the snakes were suffocating.

“Little Dragon. * I suddenly made a noise *

By that time, the dragon had fallen to the ground, and there was a half hanging along the bed, and his head was afraid to return: “Nothing…”

I looked at him, and he kept covering my face from under his eyelashes, and I looked at him, and immediately turned away.

I smiled, “I believe that it is not easy for you to meet each other, but it is better to be honest with each other, don’t you think?” I’m sorry.

“…you can do whatever you want. Little Dragon’s voice is still calm, but his actions cannot hide the fact that he’s gone. I’m sorry.

After that he swam, but quickly.

I naturally know things are not as simple as they say, and they seem to know something about me. And I can see that the fox of this snake is just a stupid kid. Snakes come from the world, be smart, but not anywhere.

Since they’re so stupid, it’s only a matter of time before we know where we are.

I took my eyes back and said to myself, “Shall we sleep? I’m sorry.

He didn’t bite his lips alone. His lips were pretty, his mouth was a little bit twitched and he was born to laugh.

But I see that he knows what else: “What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“Well, can you really be honest with me? ‘Do not come a little closer to me, and the tail is loose, and he is swaying by the bed.’

“Well, you know, we’re short-lived, we don’t have much time to waste, it’s best to be honest. “I looked into his eyes, even if it was not visible, but his pupils were unique, like the honey in the sun, or the water in the waves, silent and rotting.

“Well, I want to go back to bed…can I? I’m sorry.

I picked my eyebrow with a bit of surprise and photographed the bed: “Is this not your nest?” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. “It’s not as if the face is falling down, but it’s like, “Little dragons, the Emperor and the Queen are sleeping together, must sleep on the bed and be covered! I’m sorry.

“It’s really hot and I haven’t slept in my bed for a long time.” I’m sorry.

I rubbed my face, and I couldn’t stop laughing, and it was hard for him to go back to bed for more than two months and to sleep under the covers.

Not to look at me like this, but to look at me like honey in the eye, with a little bit of an enormity, and biting lips in the light, perhaps it wasn’t on purpose, but he looked like this. I can’t help it.

But how could there be such a monster? And even the lie cannot be fabricated, and to return to his place, he shall ask for permission.

“It can be. I’m good at talking.

Their eyes were lit up and they were about to run out of their bed, but at the last moment I caught his tail — not on his back, but on his head, and his eyes were red, and he said, “You speak no words.” I’m sorry.

And some of the things I was ashamed to do with his tail hair: “Do not cry, you who count and count. I’m sorry.

And he turned his lips away from me, and his tears were wet, and he was weeping, and he looked at the beauty under the light.

“Ahem. “I’m just trying to say, don’t sleep too far. I’m sorry.

I thought you were turning back. * He’s so sweet, he listens to me, blinks, takes his tears back *

Then I watched him go out of bed, leaning down and dragging something under it, and said, “I did not want to leave you, nor did I want to leave you. Man is weak, and I will be with you.” I’m sorry.

He dragged heavy, and I think his face was red, and I was a little curious, so I got to the bed, and he lit him with a light.

“I’ve been hiding here and here sometimes, in the middle of the night while you’re asleep, you can, um, sleep quietly under the bed.” I’m sorry.

Oh, no wonder, sometimes he wakes up in the morning and he’s always covered in ashes. I wondered if I was sleeping at night and kicking people.

I’m trying to help, but I’m not alone in pulling that hole out of my mouth. What a big nest!

I did look at this nest, which is almost full of a bed, and it’s made of all kinds of hay and branches, with the edges high and the centre low, with fresh grass in it, with the signs of being crushed.

Almost two of me. More than enough.

That’s why he didn’t find out.

It’s a little hard to find, after all, a tiny little white snake.

“Look! Isn’t my nest beautiful?”

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“I slept all over the meadows and caves to find the right material, even if it’s in the corner of the world. I’m sorry.

I’m about to say something, but I’m looking at him with his hands and feet undressing his pyjamas, with half his eyes off, with a strong chest and a strong waist — don’t say, it’s nice… and so on!

My thoughts departed in an instant, but then I responded and blew out the candles in the face of thunder: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

And the darkness of the moment blinded me to nothing, but heard nothing but: “Take off your clothes.” I’m sorry.

I went back to my bed and said, “What are the clothes? I’m sorry.

“The clothes are too small, I’m too big … If a fox wears clothes, it’ll break.” “It’s always the habit to play the tails soft and soft when you’re not alone.

At that point, I’ve probably been able to see the shape of a young man with long legs, not alone. But since it’s so big, it must be so big.

And We turned over, and turned our backs towards the outside, and said, “All right, take off your clothes, and don’t get dirty again.” I’m sorry.

And do not respond alone: “I know!” I’m sorry.

So We closed our eyes and heard him stripping off his clothes, and then did not know what he had done, and behind him the curtains were lifted up with an angle.

I didn’t say anything.

He probably thought I was asleep and whispered, “I’ve put my clothes here. I’m sorry.

What’s that? I didn’t know you were laughing. Besides, don’t shout so close, it’s only two months before you know me.

That said, I can’t help but bend my lips. Is this really a fox? It’s more like a big dog who can’t figure it out.

There’s a silent word in my heart, stupid fox.

I just fell asleep.

In the early morning hours, the dragon slipped into the gate with an open water, and no one heard the two men talking.

And not alone: am I old?

“Well, it’s big.” I’m sorry.

Little Ronton’s in place, and even the snake letter is frozen. Isn’t that a little fast? If you’re not alone, why does Ishiki look so serious?

“You’re bigger than I thought, you foxes big? How old are you? * I’m wearing my shoes, I’m walking around in my own nest, and it’s curious to see the fox for the first time.

Not to be alone like ink, oily and smooth, and the morning sun shines through the window, and it shines, and it’s so dark in colour.

He is large, much bigger than a common fox, lying in a grassland, filling almost every lace of silk. I’ll look up at him even if I’m lying down.

And he was in his nest, with his claws covered with his eyes, his tail on his waist, and he was lazyly in debt: “I was a hundred and seven years old before I came to mirror the ruins, but it was 200 years ago, and I didn’t know how long it had passed. I’m sorry.

What do you mean? I caught the point in the sentence, “Is the mirror ruin different from the outside?” I’m sorry.

And look not at me alone, as though it were an emerald, a kind of coldness that did not fit him.

I can’t help it.

But his tone was still so soft and naive: “Yeah, it’s been a lot faster than it is outside, either for the first day, for 10 years, or for the first day, for hundreds of years. So I don’t know how old I am… I’m sorry.

After that, he turned and stood up, like a big cat, with his front paws and his head on his back, and he stretched out a long laziness.

It must have been so comfortable that he had made his own snoring, and his big tail was shaking in the air.

His head was right in front of me, and I scratched his chin, and I thought to him, “No, why are you exiled?” I’m sorry.

I’m not going to bow down with my nose in my hand because I made a mistake. I’m sorry.

Come on, he jumped off my bed, dropped his bedbook, “I’m dressed, don’t look. I’m sorry.

I said, “No, thank you. I’m sorry.

Without his cover, I saw a little snake head on the threshold: “Little Dragon.” What are you doing at the door? Come in. I’m sorry.

When I heard it, I found half of my body in my bedbook. I’m sorry.

And We turned to him with a sense of consciousness, but came back at once: Put on your garments. I’m sorry.

He who has become a human being, and has half a body, long hair like ink, falling from his shoulder like water, almost with a moving beauty in his smile’s sweet eyes, and is unaware of himself.

“Oh. “I was yelled at, and I didn’t fall back to wear clothes.

“Little Dragon. I walked out the door and looked down at him, “Can I talk to you for a second? I’m sorry.

It’s a little weird that Bruce is saying, “Oh, come on. I’m sorry.

I came to the garden of the weeds — yes, two monsters who tried to lie to me my whole life without even pulling out the grass — and little dragon followed me.

Standing under a tree, and I turned and said, “Little Dragon, not alone…”

But I’m not finished.

But the blink of an eye, the tiny white snake is missing and a white man is standing in front of him.

He had white hair, a pair of red pupils, and the air came out cold, like a fairy.

I’m a little skeptical, “Little Dragon.” I’m sorry.

“It’s me, what?” Little Dragon nods, it’s the same voice, but it’s as if the accent is down.

When you’re a snake, your mouth shut and your accent is so heavy?

I think it makes sense.

But why don’t you change? I’m sorry.

“Do you think any of them are as dumb as not alone? He can’t change his clothes. He’s not good at it. I’ve been working on it. What do you have to ask?”

I’m sure even snakes are spicy.

“I want to know why he’s not alone.” He doesn’t seem to want to mention it. I’m sorry.

“Ah, didn’t you think he was different from other foxes? The reason he was exiled was because he was different.” I’m sorry.

“It’s different. What’s different? I’m sorry.

“I was also told that they had many branches, all colourful. Among them, the black fox one is large, fast-paced, but sexually violent, poorly related to other coloured foxes, with many exclusions. About 3,000 years ago, the Black Fox riot, the blood-washing of the dunes, and many branches of the fox were destroyed. But thanks to the help of the fairies, the riot was calmed down and since then the fox disappeared. I’m sorry.

“What’s that all about?” I’m sorry.

“He ran from other places to the Quilun, and perhaps he had nothing to do with the Quilun, but the same colour.” I’m sorry.

“So it’s because it’s a black fox?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

I suddenly didn’t know what to say.

I’m not alone… and I can’t have him and sexual violence. These four words are linked to what kind of person he is, even if he spends half an hour with him.

Unfortunately, his people were reluctant to believe it.

And the stupid fox, who felt that it was his fault to be exiled, had it not been a coincidence that little dragons and me had appeared, he would have been alone for some years in this pine cobbler, a glass of no man.

They were exiled, but were in the mirrors of time, and that was their imprisonment until he died.

How dare you name yourself “not alone”!

Little dragons are turning back into snakes, hanging a branch, like a rag, in the wind.

Sunshine flows, spills on his snowed scales, transparent as ice.

He saw me not talking, but he was low-faced, and spitted out the snake’s letter: “You are a good man, Xiao Xin.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t answer, but I heard you call me.

“Ooh. He was standing at the door, laughing at me across the garden, “I’m getting dressed. I’ll show you outside the house. I’m sorry.

I looked up at him and I was wearing a loose shirt, and my belt was cut to death. But the tail was wrapped, the ears were standing, hairy, unwittingly shaking, as if it was about to do something pleasant.

It does not look so lonely at this time … There is no sign of exile by the people, with the sun in their eyes, the smile in their lips, the innocence and the purity.

Like ordinary teenagers, greet their little partners in the village for a little adventure.

“Don’t tell him I know.” I’m sorry.

Then turned around, and I laughed, without a shadow, and waved my hand at him: “Come on.” I’m sorry.

And as soon as I set foot in the courtyard, the house that seemed to be vastly sprouted was turned into a colossal gravel entangled by the Gourds, and only me and the house that did not sleep alone remained the same.

I turned around and I didn’t say anything.

It’s like I’m talking about something different.

The students who went to Kyoto for an examination were confused by the fox, and died thinking that they were in the midst of a good life, and that they would never ask poetry, and sing at night, until … the oil went down and the air dried up.

And till the middle of the summer, when the warm wind passed through the forest, and he turned on the side of the earth, and his eyes were long, and he taught man to fall in love with himself.

I had a sudden cold, and I looked down, and the dragon shrunk himself down like a thumb, and sat around my wrist, like a luminous bracelet.

“Get down here.” I’m sorry.

Nor did the little dragon lift up: “Did you not allow me to hold hands with her, because I did not do it, and you were sleepy with her every night?” I’m sorry.

Not alone: “No! I didn’t sleep next to you. I’m sorry.

I’m the first two big and I’ve just left, and they’re fighting.

What are you two fighting for?

Little Dragon turned his eyes — God, snakes turned their eyes to hell — and he said, “Oh, my God! I don’t believe you. I’m sorry.

It’s not like you’re crazy, but you’ve got a curd on your cheeks. It’s a girl’s house. You’re a shame! I’m sorry.

I said, “Don’t fight, we’re going out.” I’m sorry.

“You’re the worst of shame, and the worst of shame lets her touch her tail.” Isn’t your fox tail the most precious? I’m in love with my tail.

“Really? * And I looked at him slowly, and he was anxious, and his face got redder, and he shook my head, * * * Don’t listen to him * I’m sorry.

Then he cried out to the dragon, “You’ve only touched the tail and you’re in love!” Who doesn’t know you snakes are the most obnoxious! I’m sorry.

The little dragon opened his mouth, and the red snake letter came out, and spitting on the flowers. I was afraid it would kill him, and I couldn’t hear it. I’m sorry.

Little Dragon stares at two red bean-like eyes, not over his head, and his lips are red.

“Are you two enough?” I look like an old-fashioned man, and I want to come out and beat them with a watch. “Did I come to hear you fight?” How old are you? I’m sorry.

I looked at Bruce, and said, “You know better than you’re not alone, and you have better teeth, and you know that he can’t tell you, why do you have to be quick with him?” I’m sorry.

I let Bruce go, he snived and died in my hand.

Then I looked to him, and his eyes were green, and his eyes were full of water, as though it were a frozen spring.

“You too. And I softened my voice and asked him, “It’s not a big deal. Why are you holding on to Bruce?” I’m sorry.

He was blinded by his eyelids, his eyelids shivered like a butterfly, and his tears were wet, but he still stood up and refused to fall, refuting: “It is a great thing.” I’m sorry.

Look at him like this, I have a softer voice and a softer voice in my heart: “Well, you’ve lost your point of view, but you’re just a moment away. How can you involve the family of Dragon?” Bruce is your friend, and you’ve been here for 200 years, and you can’t say that in such a hurry. I’m sorry.

For a long time, do not stand down and wipe your eyes with your hands, and say, ‘I know.’ I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, I won’t say that again.” I’m sorry.

“Hum.” I’m sorry.

Sort of unmasked.

And when we saw the two of them back together, We held them together with the other hand: “Wasn’t it just hold hands, I will hold you both together?” I’m sorry.

The ears were raised at once, and the hair was as dark as the hair could almost see the red colour.

I looked at his ears with curiosity, but he turned over his head: “Don’t look at me.” I’m sorry.

But I didn’t release my hand.

This fox… how old are you to be without a hand?

It says it’s forbidden, but it’s no different from the normal forest.

The mountains run, the sun rises, the dew on the leaves is drawn, and then they disappear.

Only one thing is that the trees here are particularly tall and go into the depths of the dense forest, and the light is immediately dim and they feel a little cool.

“Eat this, twig.” And I didn’t take a fruit from a bald branch alone, but I looked at it — red through the white, black through the red, round through the round, and I hesitated.

It’s not that I’m not alone, it’s just, in his head, what if I eat without thinking he’s fine?

“You’ll eat it again.” The lazily little dragon said, “It’s good for you.” I’m sorry.

Since Bruce said the same thing, I put my heart down a little bit, rubbed my skin and tried to bite.

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.

Little Dragon had a vision, moved to my shoulder, and was so softly hung.

The fruit looks eccentric, and the skin tastes particularly greasy.

But inside it is sweet as a peach, and the fruit is ripe enough to taste the sweetness of the sweetness of the man’s heart. It’s too late to swallow, and it feels warm in the stomach.

And We shall eat this fruit and we shall excrete it, and We shall then spit out a thumb of the size of a bead.

At this point, you’re not alone in front of me and you’re excited to ask me, “Is it good? I’m sorry.

“Well, sweet, what kind of fruit is this?” I’m sorry.

“The tri-river fruit. “And not to take my sleeves, and take me to a valley, and say, “I have heard that the three rivers are the source of the rivers under the sky, whether the Milky Way or the Yellow Springs under the sky, from all three rivers. The tree first grew by the three rivers and then, hey, what happened, Bruce? I’m sorry.

Ah, so from Bruce?

The results remain unclear.

Little Dragon: “A grown man then rested under a tree and accidentally ate a fruit which was delicious and brought the seed with him. I’m sorry.

I was crouching by the stream and listening to the dragons add: “So don’t talk about it. I’m sorry.

The water flows cleanly, slips through the fingertips, is as light as the wind, and as cold as the eyes… not alone.

I dumped the water on my hands and I said, “Who’s the man?” I thought it would last forever. I’m sorry.

Little dragon also swam into the water along my arm, standing in it like a weed, with only one head out of it: “No one can live, much less not be old.” We cannot speak out of the name of an adult, but you should know that she created man. I’m sorry.

“You mean the maid?” I’m sorry.

Bruce didn’t answer, just closed her eyes, and the fine body moved with the waves, and it just melted into the stream.

“I do too!” I’m sorry.

Then I felt just a storm passing by, and the calm water surface was broken, and the sound of heavy matter falling in the water was heard, and the water splattered, and my forehead was wet.

I closed my eyes and said, “He’s a fool. He’s a fool. He’s a fool. He breathes a breath. Opens his eyes.”

Instead of having fun in the water, he showed his tail, pulled a weed and started washing his tail, and his clothes and hair were already half wet.

Little Dragon moved a little bit to the side.

I groaned, I took off my robe and laid out on the boulders.

Instead of playing alone, I had to chat with Bruce, “Can’t these mirrors go out?” I’m sorry.

“Yes, just break the ban. Little Dragon entangled himself with a watergrass, like an anchor, and didn’t float, “But four (yes) I and he looked for 200 years and found no way to break it. I’m sorry.

And I was silent for a moment, and I whispered, “There will be a way. My life is too short to waste here. I’m sorry.

Bruce didn’t make a sound. She sank her head in the water.

I was just trying to leave it alone for a while, and then I heard you yelling at me, “Choo!” I’m sorry.

As soon as I heard him call me, I felt like I was in love with an old mother who was so stupid.

But turn his head, and he is exhilarating, as if he was not tired, and his tail was washed, swaying behind him, wet, and water beads were spilled into the stream.

He lifted something out of his arms and said to me, “Look! I’m sorry.

“What’s this?” I just wondered, and I saw him throw a move, and he immediately reacted to what he was doing, and he went back, “Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry.

It’s too late — I got hit on the face by a big fat fish.

I’m sorry if I didn’t see you hit me.

The big fat fish slipped out of my face and fell into my arms, smelled like blood on me, and looked at the wound, like a toothmark.

I looked down and looked at a mess of clothes, and I looked up and looked at myself, and I looked at myself, and I was calm: “This is my last clean dress.” I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, my fault, I’m sorry…”

And I said: Will an apology help?

Not alone: “Well, then, how about you throw it back? I’m sorry.

He closes his eyes tight, holds his fist tight, looks like he’s dead and waits for me to hit him.

I tried to maintain my cold look, catch the fish, and approach quietly: “Of course I want you back.” I’m sorry.

Then stuff the fish into his collar.

I’m not alone, I’m surprised. I’m sorry.

It’s hard to feel the slab slips from his body, but he beats his belt to death and can’t untie it at once, but pulls his collar and touches the fish out of his clothes.

And then the young dragon came out of the water in human form, and he made a look on my back, and I saw it.

And the next moment, me and Little Dragon slammed back and forth, and the waves poured him from head to end.

“Too bad! “It’s not too much to hide, it’s not too much to fight back while complaining.”

The three of us fought in the water. The alliance took a while and the fight took place.

And after half an hour, one man, Me, a fox, not alone, a snake, little dragon, spread out all over the rock, and a few clothes on the branches.

I closed my eyes, I was a little tired, but the smile was still on my face, as if for a long, long time…

It would be nice to keep laughing like this.

Sunshine on the surface, warm and warm, breathing in the ears, sometimes, and last night, in the middle of the night, in order to catch the stupid fox, I fell asleep in the middle of the night.

The sky is cloudy and the sky is blue, as though the morning was not awake. And I’m standing by the river, and I see the water like a mirror, and I don’t feel like it.

She bowed down, and a pair of white and wet hands gently held on my shoulder and put it in my ear, and she said, “Good boy, don’t come back, don’t believe in others.” I’m sorry.

I can feel her grief, but my heart is as calm as the water before me: “Don’t believe in anyone but who am I?” I’m sorry.

“You’re a human being. * Her lips were softly attached to my face, as the intimacy of the whispers and the implicit determination that she repeated: * You are a human being, we all look forward to you being a free man.* I’m sorry.

Come on, she came a little closer to me, seemed to want to give me a hug, but eventually she didn’t hold me.

Freedom is never about itself.

Even a hug.

I finally sensed a slight sadness, uttering words and standing as a stone.

She left a smokeful sighs, her hands left from my shoulder, and the screeching sound sounded…

And when I woke up, Little Dragon was swimming from my side, and he sensed my movement, and he was not moving, and his head turned around, and he said to me, “You wake up and wake up for lunch.” I’m sorry.

I was a little dazed, too hard to sleep with sores, and I stood up, and I found myself covered in a skin — loose, not lonely.

And We unmasked it, and We answered it in the depths: “I know. I’m sorry.

Not alone in an open land, facing me on your back, without knowing what to do.

The wet clothes are dry, and I will not be alone in folding them, and I will ask, “What is he doing now?” I’m sorry.

“Booked fish. “Little Dragon is at my feet, walking towards me.

And then I smelled the smell of roasted fish, and I walked to the side not alone, and I saw him with a well-dressed fish in his hand, and he kept rolling.

From this look, um, that big fat fish that hit my face.

“Ooh, you’re awake?” He smiled at me, then turned back and turned over the fish, and said, “Wait a minute, it’ll be fine.” I’m sorry.

“Do you bake fish?” I sat next to him, and Little Dragon swam into my hand, and I grabbed him gently, and I gave him all the cleavage.

“My parents taught me how to make the food taste better, these days, you eat roasted chickens, stewed chickens, roasted chickens all I made, tasted good?” I’m sorry.

I think about the whole chicken dinner that I’ve been eating for two months, and I feel like I’m growing chickens in my throat, but it’s still kind of light, “Well, it’s good. I’m sorry.

It’s hard for a fox to pretend to be the Emperor in front of me and to hide from me and cook.

Listen to my praises and laugh at them: “If you like, we’ll have chicken soup tonight.” He said he lifted his chin to the side, and I saw three chickens caught in the grass not far away.

The feet of the chickens are tied together, and they have a big red fruit in their mouths, and they can’t run, nor can they scream, but their wings are still puffing and their feathers are bright and healthy.

I wonder, “How is it alive?” I’m sorry.

“I’m so careful. Fresh is delicious. “It’s a shame that you didn’t find him alive.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say, but it’s very painful.

..is the chickens of the mirrors endless?

It didn’t take long for the fish to be baked, the fire to be extinguished, and then the fish to be delivered to me: “It’s been a good luck to eat the tri-river fruit, and I’ve never caught a fish this big before.” I’m sorry.

And I looked not alone, and his hair was a mess, he was in a single dress, he was a loose, broken man, he showed a small chest, and he barely called it the face of a plentiful city on earth, but always opened a pure smile without any temptation.

Beautiful and unknowing.

And when I didn’t move, he brought the fish nearer: “What’s the matter, eat, eat?” I’m sorry.

Forget it, I’m suffocating to myself, eating people’s mouths short, not to mention, how can I be so angry?

Eat chicken. It’s nothing bad.

“What are you and Bruce eating?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve already eaten it. The dragon is a snake. It takes six months. “Don’t take Little Dragon out of my arms, ripping out his snake letter and bite him on his finger.

“Ooh! “Don’t cry alone, don’t shake your hands, try to get Bruce out of here.” I’m sorry.

I turned a white eye without a word — it was learned from Dragon, and then I ate fish.

Who doesn’t have to be alone to mess with Bruce.

When I slowly finished eating, two people who had previously been indissoluble had returned to their folds.

I picked up a stack of good exteriors and put them on his own, and he shyly tried to escape: “I’ll do it myself.” I’m sorry.

And I stood still, with his garments, and sat back, and said, “When will you wear your belt?” I’m sorry.

“I’m… I’m more clumsy. “It’s not like you can’t stand up for yourself.”

“Do you have a klutz?” I don’t think you’re very flexible. I’m sorry.

And fasten my belt, and I rise up, and I look not alone, but I do not dare to rebut it, and stretch out my hand to put up his soft ears and appease him: “It is not too flexible to be a leprechaun’s head, and go back.” I’m sorry.

So we set out to go back, and we didn’t just put a few chickens together and carry them in our hands.

Not to walk by me, not to speak, but to laugh at me after a while: “It’s so good to see.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“It’s a nice knot to hit. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, I was sad, and I laughed, like a child.

We did not respond to him, but said, “Skin your garments behind you, and white is easily dirty.” I’m sorry.

No, “but Bruce says I look good in white.” I’m sorry.

“What? “Did I ever say that?” I’m sorry.

“As you say,” is not in a hurry to say, “I’m afraid that Bruce will not admit it.”

Next to them, the dragons started yelling and the stream disappeared. And I looked up and looked at the sky, and it was clear and clear, and it was an ordinary summer afternoon, and I smiled with my eyes.

Suddenly, even if it’s the same, it’s not bad.

Returning to their place of residence, not only to retreat from the illusions, but also to place their houses on the open ground of the weeds.

At night, I saw the three chickens roasted, he let out his “single fragrance” and when the soup was fresh, I saw him swallowing water by the stove.

I ran the yard for the afternoon, held my sleeve, covered my arm with dirt, and the road went out and made him laugh: “The saliva is in the pot.” I’m sorry.

“Aah! “Don’t rub your hands in your mouth, put your tails up with your ears and turn the subject away.” I’m sorry.

“No, let’s eat later. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say that. Stupid fox is weak and can’t hit him.

This dinner, I ate a chicken leg and drank two bowls of soup.

When I go to sleep, I let the window open, I wake up, I can see directly outside the window, there’s no wind, and it’s a very clear moon, and there’s a fresh, broken fragrance in the air.

The moon was frosted and thin, and it fell in front of an unsolved slumber, with his front paws on his nose, and his hairy ears shuddered from time to time, and his breath dazzled, and the sound of snoring occasionally, almost heard his steady and strong heartbeat.

I touched my own heart — so I said it wasn’t a stupid fox, and little dragon wasn’t smart — for so long, they didn’t realize that my heart beat was in disguise.

I woke up in the middle of nowhere.

I’m not alone in my sleep, my claws pull up, my belly comes out, it’s less hairy, and as I breathe, it seems…

Nice touch.

And when I did, I looked at me with a round eye, and it was only when I woke up, that the cold eyes were dazzling and tender.

He probably doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s like, “Why are you touching me?” I’m sorry.

“Ahem. And We took back the hand that had been placed on his belly, and the fingertips did not consciously moan, and We turned away, and said, “Sleep carefully and cold.” I’m sorry.

And not alone, but proudly, saying, “I am in good health, rest assured. I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed, “Oh, that’s good. I’m sorry.

“You’re up so early? “Don’t rub your nose with your paws up, turn your head over my shirt, “Are you hungry? You’ve been eating less and less lately. I’m sorry.

If you don’t want to eat chicken, maybe I can eat more.

And though my heart was squeezing, I fell down and pinched his big ear: “No, I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I just walk.” I’m sorry.

“So I’m coming with you? “No one will come out of the nest alone, and We will hold him by the claws on the edge of the nest, and do not let him out.”

And not to raise my head, but to look at me, I can almost see his doubt through the fur of a furful fox, and I can only be patient with him: “It is early, and sleep again.” I’m sorry.

It’s not just an open mouth.

And We closed his mouth for him and photographed his head: “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

I guess he didn’t wake up, he shrunk back, and said to me, “Little dragon is out there, and you call him “O Quiz”. I’m sorry.

I replied softly: “I know. I’m sorry.

It took him a while to get back to sleep before he left quietly.

And out there, there’s grass, and a piece of rock is silent as if it hadn’t changed in a million years.

On the edge of the woods, the dragon hangs on the branches, and a long tail sways around, with all due respect — it looks like a dead snake.

And We turned away from him, and hid in a far back slope, and made certain that there would be no one, before We undressed him.

Look down, there’s a thumb-sized ash in the waist, compared to the white skin around it, and it’s amazing. It’s like rags immersed in mud and dirty from inside and outside.

I put my hand out, and the skin was gone.

At first, on the fifth day I woke up, I accidentally found a mole of ashes in my abdomen, and I didn’t feel anything wrong.

It was only later, gradually, that only sesame moles began to expand, and I knew that it was not a mole.

This strange ash spreads slowly and looks like a bruise on the ass of the baby at birth. If I had not seen it spread more than one day, I would have thought it was only a birthmark.

And as the ashes spread, something worse happened.

My breath and my heartbeat … seems to be disappearing.

It’s a late night to realize that.

I woke up in a confused dream, and opened my eyes in cold sweat, and I breathed unconsciously as if I had been struggling for a lifetime.

But I’m out of breath.

I tried to breathe, but the breath couldn’t get inside me.

In the night of silence only the one who warms up his large tail, and his breath is clear and soft.

I’m frozen. I’m blank.

It took me a long time to reach out and touch my chest. I waited a long time without a heartbeat. My heart stopped.

I knew that I was not a queen, and I knew that this was not a world, but I was not even a man.

That night, I closed my eyes and I woke up all night.

I finally looked at the ash mark, and I packed my clothes and looked forward.

And the day is dawning, and the morning stars are falling, and the wind rises in the mountains, and overtakes the clear water, and blows to my sight.

Everything is radiant, reckless, and everything grows.

And I, standing up slowly, can’t be more aware of one thing.

My time is running out.

In fact, I am not completely amnesiad, except that I am still in chaos, standing on the ruins of a memory, and it is difficult to discern the face of a house from a broken brick.

And a few days later, after noon, I came alone to a cliff, sitting empty.

I haven’t been alone for a long time, and his voice is echoing in the valley, and I haven’t responded.

When he found me, it was all over the mountain.

But he didn’t approach immediately, but he stood behind me not far away and said to Bruce, “Is she unhappy? I’m sorry.

“How do I know? Ask her yourself.” You’re a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.

“No wonder. “She’s been asleep and up early lately. The other day, in the morning, she sneaked into my belly… and said she thought I was cold, and she thought I was stupid enough to believe that excuse. I’m sorry.

“Damn it! * I hear the little dragon screams out loud *

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“…and I hear that the woman is coming, and she’s in the mood, not necessarily…”

“Ahem. “I didn’t look back, I just coughed very carefully.

These two people, they’re out of their minds.

Listen, I might be happy.

Bruce immediately stopped and caught him and said, “What is that?” I’m sorry.

I had to turn back and stop, “Hello! I’m listening. Watch your tongue behind your back. I’m sorry.

Little Dragon went into the grass and couldn’t wait to slip away. But even if I ran so fast, I could feel his unspeakable embarrassment.

There’s only one thing left to stand on, and the world is so complicated and stupid.

And We cried from the bottom of my heart, and waved at him, and immediately he came to me, and I sat with this very small rock, and he remained alone.

But he’s got long legs, but he’s almost even with me.

Not to look at my face first, but to think I’m in the clear, but to ask, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

And We cut off by our hand a wild flower, and put it in his hairy ear, and the white purple little flower and the big black ear were added by accident.

I’m not alone, I can’t help it.

And I looked down at my palms: “No, who am I in your eyes? I’m sorry.

“Ah?” It’s like he’s a little caught up, he’s trying to scratch his head, but he’s worried about the flowers in his ear, and he drops his hand, “You’re you, you’re a friend of mine. I’m sorry.

“Friends. I chew these two words, and I smile, “Yeah, I treat you like a friend and a friend, but why do you lie to me?” I’m sorry.

Not alone.

And I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him. I’m sorry.

The face changed immediately, and it was one that never happened — no, it was the complexity I had never seen in his face, and it stopped.

He looked down and probably tried to cover his own panic, but then he looked like he could not speak for himself.

And I did not speak out, nor did I grieve, but I asked aloud, “Why, or will I not tell the truth?” You say I’m your friend like Bruce, and you’ll watch her die like this? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. * Don’t hurry up and try to explain, * “I really think of you as my friend, I * You believe me * I’m sorry.

I am finally disappointed.

I have no doubt about his innocence, but that is exactly what makes me even more miserable.

He was so sincere and kind that he refused to tell me the truth.

At the beginning, he said to me, “Man is short, your life is short,” and he told me I was a mortal.

But later, when I heard my name, he and Bruce reacted as strangely as they did, as if I should never have had a name.

Man, short-lived, name.

I’m afraid he and Bruce know that I’m not a human being, or even that I might have known what I am.

It is only when I know I’m not going to live long enough that I feel like I can be deceived by such uncompromising lies.

It’s not like he’s gonna cry, he’s holding my hand and shaking like he used to. “I’m not really a monster who cheats on purpose. Believe me, I really like you. By the way, tail, I never let anybody touch my tail, but you can touch it any way you want. I’m sorry.

Saying, as if he had shown his tail in order to prove something, he kneeled half on his knees and rounded it up and put it in my hand.

I held the big hairy tail and squeezed it gently.

Suddenly, the eyelashes, which were not so long, shuddered, and the eyes of the pyrophagus under them became a spring spring spring, but they did not move their tails. The eyes were still staring at me, smiling as if I had accepted his apology.

I suddenly remembered that Bruce said that their fox’s tail was the most sensitive and the most sensitive, although it was suspected of exaggerating and denigrating and should not be, but it was indeed sensitive.

So I let go of my hand and said, “No, you are a child.” I’m sorry.

I thought I could get all the understandings in the world with my pets.

It means too much, even if the child’s heart is not alone, and he’ll leave his eyes open.

I am sorry that, in his appearance, he was born on the top of the mountain, but at this moment he shows such a grim look, and that he is in a contradiction that makes no sense.

“I fear not that the time of death will come, but that I fear death for a reason not.” “I can’t remember much, but knowing you and Bruce, I think it’s the happiest time of my life. However, my most sincere friends, knowing the truth, are able to say nothing and watch me die in confusion. I’m sorry.

Not alone, he murmurs, “We are afraid of you…”

If I could breathe at all, I would be able to groan for a long time, but I could not, and I would only shake my head: Have you thought that perhaps I will not die? If you don’t tell me anything, don’t you break all my possibilities? And even if I die, I should be sobered. Don’t make that decision for me. I’m sorry.

He stretches his hand over my sleeve, and I look down, and he is full of tears.

“I’m not gonna let you die, I’m gonna hatch you and I’m gonna let you live.” I’m sorry.

Incubating?

I couldn’t help but think that things might be weirder than I thought.

Doesn’t it make sense that this stupid fox likes chicken? What does he have to do with chickens?

And We set up on the Mount of Sunshine, closed our eyes and smelled the wind, and caught a message from far away, a feeling of confusion, like a sudden blessing to the heart.

In meditation, everything is made.

And I opened my eyes and said not alone, “Go back to it.” I’m sorry.

We went side by side, and my clothes tumbled through the rocky wild flowers and walked two steps, and I looked back unconsciously for some reason.

There is a white and purple flower that is as full as it was, and it sways with the wind.

I looked up and looked up to him, and he sensed, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

“All right. I’m sorry.

And We turned our eyes away from the purified whiteness of his ears, and filled our hearts, and thought in silence.

Returning to the house, he only saw the little dragon plate in the middle of the bed, with his head on his body, and the snake threw up.

As soon as he saw me standing behind me, he knew that it was impossible to hide, and he raised his head up a little, “Sit down, we’ll talk.” I’m sorry.

And brought not for me a stool before the bed, and dragged it to me, and sat himself in it, and We rubbed his ears with it.

At that time, the sun and the evening, the house was quiet, and the bed curtains were not windy, but the blinking work made the dragon to sit on the bed in white.

His red pupils happen to have the sun on them, and they show a few pieces of blood like frost, cold and strange.

“I told you before, the mirrors are forbidden, and if you want to go out, you have to break it.” For the twenty-ninth year that I and I were not alone in looking for a way to break the ban, I looked for the eye of the mirror. Then, by accident, we entered a valley and found an abandoned village, and we found you unconscious in a family’s tank. I’m sorry.

I wrinkled my head, “Twenty-ninth year…but I woke up just a little while ago. I’m sorry.

Little dragon shakes his head and repeats: “You were not conscious at that time. I’m sorry.

When I was about to ask, I realized something was wrong, and Dragon was focused on “not conscious,” and I understood that I was not in the same position as I was.

And I set my mind and asked again, “What am I then?” I’m sorry.

Little Dragon looked at me, and I looked back, and I was not alone in pulling down my belt to practice knots, and it looked like a long, swollen finger was never able to get through a simple line, and a knot was like a rope, and a mess.

We’re not all alone, we’re all watching him.

And the dragon turned away and said, “He brought you back, when you were nothing but an ordinary stone.” I’m sorry.

I stopped for a while and I didn’t know how to react.

Rock?

And suddenly I think of the mark of the ashes, which spreads like an unsolved curse of death, and has no breath, no heartbeat, but is it not a stone?

“It’s not just a stone, it’s a very beautiful, very special stone. I’m sorry.

He gave up the unsolvable belt, put his hand on my leg, warm hands, so quietly comforted, and then looked straight at me, with his firm eyes: “Don’t listen to the little dragon, you were a beautiful rock, round, lying under the water, like, um…”

He thought about it, tried to find a precise description, and thought about it for a long time and said, “Like a green ring!” There’s a gap, but it’s good to look like it’s glowing, and then I’ll pull you up. I’m sorry.

He rubbed his face on my hand and I touched it.

“He brought you back in the nest when I found you…” “You’ve become a human being.” I’m sorry.

I’m still trying to figure out how things are going, and I’m not alone lying in a place like this: “Yes! I put you here, slept with you every day, and one day I woke up and found you a naked girl! That’s it, that’s it. Close your eyes and don’t move. Look, Bruce. Did I learn anything? I’m sorry.

As he spoke, he showed me that he slept straight, his hands were folded over his stomach, and then he closed his eyes — living like a dead bed.

I watched him live to show how I was in his nest, at one point, with a mouth full of words.

It’s a shame you don’t have to sing.

If you’re a girl, why are you so detailed?

You’re not giving me any privacy?

It’s a good thing I’m not a real girl. Otherwise, I’m already ashamed to kill myself.

I couldn’t help but look at Little Dragon, but he’d already turned his back and turned his face at me, “Don’t look at me, I didn’t see anything.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe you didn’t see anything at the time.

I swallow the water of my heart and turn my head and say, “Well, I know, go on, then.” I’m sorry.

And he sat not alone and grabbed his hair, but his face was still a little restless: “No, we put you on the bed, and little dragons dressed for you, and you woke up before a few days later.” I’m sorry.

And I nod my head: Then you say to me, “I am the queen.” I’m sorry.

“Ahem. Every time I feel embarrassed, Bruce coughs like this, he hears me saying, “I didn’t mean to lie to you… It’s just that I’ve never seen a stone come out of my head, and you can’t hold on to your god, even if it’s a coincidence, sooner or later… I’m sorry.

I overheard it. I felt it.

The ever-expanding ash was originally due to the fact that I was becoming a rock.

Lung explained: “Whatever the leprechauns are, if they are to become humans, they must first refine their own Wondan, and each of them is unique, even if they give you our Wondan. So we really can’t save you. I’m sorry.

I was silent for a while.

If the end is meant to be a stone, why should I become a human being?

And don’t hold my hand all of a sudden: “You’re the one I hatched, and if you can become a man, there must be a way for you to return the stone.” No, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

And the young dragon, too, said, “It’s a twilight, and it’s a long time to return to its original form. Either way, we’ll find a way. I’m sorry.

I looked forward to being alone, and his face was so sweet, his hands so warm, that no wonder the heat was so hot at night.

I am well aware that these are words of consolation, and if, as they say, the time is long and there is a way, at the very beginning they will not lie to me with lies that are so easy to pierce.

But I smiled: “Thank you, thanks to you, even if you’ll be able to return to your original form in the future, at least I’ve come to the world for a while.” I’m sorry.

It’s not like it’s gonna cry.

And I stretched out my hand and took his little flower from his ear, and turned it around before his eyes: “Well, am I okay now?” Can we make dinner first? I’m starving. I’m sorry.

I didn’t wipe my eyes, my eyes were red, I was sad, but listen to me, I was hungry, and I got up at once: “Let me cook and eat rabbits tonight.” I’m sorry.

I reply: “Okay. I’m sorry.

And he did not walk out of it alone, and then he turned back and took the small flower from me, and he put it away from his hair, and laughed, and said, “Give me mine.” I’m sorry.

I cannot help but look at the shadow of his departure, long as a cloud, twirled a bit, but it is clear that his garments have crossed the threshold, standing up and not in the dark light.

Like a flying crane.

Except for the little flower, which is white and purple, and hides in its hair, and brings forth half of it by surprise.

It is at this point that it can be felt that it is not only a naive, stupid fox, but also an easy ghost.

“Why did you ask him to leave?” I’m sorry.

I turned back, and I didn’t answer immediately, but I pulled up my belt and lifted the knots that were not alone.

When the third knot came, the dragon finally responded, and he slowly swallowed up the bed, came to me and said, “You’ve already started?” I’m sorry.

I went on to untie the knot and admitted, “I can’t even breathe and my heart beat.” I’m sorry.

How long do you think it’s gonna take? I’m sorry.

I measure the speed of the sesame-size to the thumb-size, which is about two months, and if it is going to spread to the whole body, I stop the movement in my hand and look at him and look at him. I’m sorry.

Little Dragon whispered, looked down and didn’t speak.

Less than three years.

Am I going to die in this mirror?

I knocked on my head, and I couldn’t think of it for a while. My memories were mixed and my ears were ringing in the water.

So slow, so quiet, like back to the beginning of life, in the warmth of the world…

“Hey, Szei?” saw me jump out of nowhere, and Bruce pushed me.

“Did you go to that village again?” I’m sorry.

“That’s not true, but it’s kind of weird…” “Little dragon sits on the side of the bed, and while it looks good, the boredom makes me feel like he’s going to lie down softly next minute.

“What’s weird?”

“In their hills, mirrors have been a wilderness, and no one has ever heard of an ethnic group living there, even if they are wrong, and few are actually exiled, usually for hundreds of years. I’m sorry.

I’ve heard that. I don’t know what’s going on.

There is no truth to the wrong-doer, but it is true that he is not exiled.

What’s the point?

But at the moment, when this is not the case, I say, in the spirit of the indignity of my heart, that there is a strange village, and I happen to be there.

But is there something so right in the world?

And remember here, I suggest: “Let’s go to the village again.” I’m sorry.

Before Bruce could answer, his voice came from the door and shouted out loudly, “Little Dragon! I’m sorry.

The next minute, a hairy head came out of the door, and his ears swayed: “Oh, it’s time to eat.” I’m sorry.

I got up and waved, “Okay, I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.

Little dragons are back in shape, crawling slowly onto my wrists, fine and cold.

Not to go to the kitchen alone, but I left behind, whispering: “Don’t tell him I have three years left.” I’m sorry.

Little Dragon didn’t make a sound, just spit out a snake letter and touch it on my back.

I don’t know why I don’t want to know about this, but he knows I won’t live long.

“I’ll take the nest!”

“No way! We’re going to the four, but we’re not going to the four. I’m sorry.

“It’s only been there once. It’s so far away. What if we don’t come back? I’m sorry.

“Ooh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

Not alone with the dragon, but with a single snake and a single fox, no one will be heard.

After the previous day ‘ s decision to visit the village again, it was no big deal to be alone. It was only this morning that we came together to wrap up our nests and bring them with us.

However, the young dragon rejected the childish behaviour of his lover’s house and therefore refused to agree.

For that reason, the two had been arguing for half a morning.

I looked out, and the sun was high, and it was time for lunch.

I had to go to the roundabout to intercede with her for her. I’m sorry.

“How old are they, children?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m 2,000 years old and I’m going to die with my nest. I’m sorry.

I put my hands down and said, “Friends, it’s really time for us to get out of here and see if I’m gonna die soon enough. I’m sorry.

“The dead are big,” I said. They didn’t stand still and went out.

Instead of saying two words in his mouth, the nest became smaller, and he put a rope on his back, and walked at the front, like a thousand-year-old bastard, and started walking with two legs.

Little Dragon is surrounded by my neck, with his head on his shoulder, pointing at the road from time to time.

It is a place of exile in which no one can see it, and where the earth is rugged, the forest is thick, the leaves are laid thickly, and it is very difficult to walk beneath its feet like swamp mud.

I don’t know how they know the way.

Soon I’ll be sweating, but I can’t breathe.

Walking, meeting a steep slope, almost straight.

The little dragon comforts by saying, “Turn over and be there soon. I’m sorry.

I’m already tired and soft, but I’m pulling up a little bit, holding up a bowl of thick vines, climbing up, not going up early, bending over and stretching my hand.

Come on, I’ll pull you!

We stood on the wall and stretched out our hands to him, and both of them tried to approach each other, but they were still close.

I didn’t have to get on my knees, so I finally got him.

“I got you. * Don’t smile at me. *

Then he pushed a little bit, as if his long arm had suddenly highlighted the line of muscle, and it was too late to react. I was almost all carried up in the air, and I realized it was wrong and tried to stop, “Wait…”

But it was too late.

‘Aah!’ This is not a cry that I shall not find uncontrollable.

Bang! That’s the sound of a physical collision — at the last minute, I was not held in danger.

But he couldn’t hold it steady with the power of shock, and we fell together.

“Yeah. “Don’t doubt it, it’s the voice of contempt of the little dragon who has long run away.

And I lay down on the unsolved, only dazzling, and a little soreness in my nose.

I’m not alone in my arms, but I’m very confused with my face. I’m sorry.

I stood up with my nose around me, and I said, “How are you? I’m sorry.

“I’m in pain I’m not alone in my back and sitting up.”

He’s going to complain again, and suddenly he’s staring at me and screaming, “You’re bleeding!” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? “I fell unconsciously and found that hot liquids were leaking out of my fingertips, spilling on my shirt, and dyed a large part of my chest.

The dragon approached from the top of the roof: “Did he break his nose?” I’m sorry.

“What? * Don’t get all worried, I don’t know what to do *

“Leave your hand, let me see if it’s serious.” I’m sorry.

I tried to untie my hand and look up a little bit, but the blood was pouring too much into my mouth.

In a twisted gesture, Bruce was able to observe my wounds in all their aspects without touching them, and concluded, “Well, it should not break, the bones are fine. After a while, it’s better not to bleed. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “I nod my head and spit a sip of blood.

I am very sorry for his recklessness and have volunteered to heal my wounds, and his palms shined like a bowl of water and put it in front of me with care, and that little luminous immersion in my wound.

But — nothing.

“Huh? “How can it not work?” That’s my best move. I’m sorry.

Little dragon turned his eyes upside down and said, “You have to read and feed the pigs. Now you know the advantages of working hard, and move aside and look at what I have.” I’m sorry.

Then, the snake letter of the dragon reached out and threw a mist at my nose.

I just felt a little cold, but it didn’t work.

Little Dragon’s frozen, tried again, still useless.

Not to look at me alone, but to look at the little dragon whose chests are full, it seems like there’s something to say: “You also seem…”

I’ve already noticed the embarrassment of the dragon, and I’m afraid to add some more to the story, I’m going to wipe the blood off my sleeve and break it. I’m sorry.

The word of Xiao Long turned stiff and looked around, “No need to go, right here.” I’m sorry.

We crawled up very flatly, with a lot of bushes, but there were no tall plants, except for some small fruit trees, but by walking twenty-thirty paces, we could discover that there was an abnormally strong vegetation, and it covered the sky, and there was nothing to see except a layer of folded tree crowns.

That’s when I found out we were on the edge of the valley. No, it’s not a valley, it’s a giant pit.

“Are you sure? There’s a village here? * I’m holding a tree down, and deep and thick plants are blocking my sight, and I can’t see anything about a village.

“Believe me this time.” Little dragon fell upon the ground and marched forward like a guide, and his snake looked soft and strong, crushing the ground one inch and crushing the branches of the grass.

“This road looks like this. I’m sorry.

“…like a fart, it’s four.” I’m sorry.

“Little Dragon, did we ever feed the pig by reading? I’m sorry.

Bruce, have you read?

“Little Dragon…”

Dragon’s moving faster and faster, so I’m gonna stomp on my mouth and ask questions. – I can’t see anything from Bruce’s flat snake face.

“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.

And We put down our hands and took his sleeves, and hastened to keep up with the dragon: “Stop and leave a way for yourself.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. “It’s hard to understand, but it’s a good place to head and then hold my hand back.”

His hands are not so wide, but his hands are long, strong, he holds them tight, so sweet and so sincere.

I looked at him unconsciously, and he didn’t notice anything wrong. He even laughed at me.

As we continue to deepen, I gradually find that there are many stone houses around us built by the Great Tree of Heaven, and that the dragon has slowed the pace of the journey and is walking with us.

Most houses are no longer visible and are buried in vines and leaves, as if each tree had a grave at its roots.

But when I clean up some entangled vines, I can see that these stone houses are built in very different styles, mostly around the roots, with the roof leaning out, with the rims flying with a bit of a bend, with the shape of the outside, and the line flowing.

There was supposed to be a small road between the stone houses, but after years and months, everything was gone.

This place did look like a village.

But it’s supposed to be a small population. I’ve taken a rough count, about 20 or 30.

And when We walked, We said, “Are there indeed any kind of people in the mirrors living here?” Look at this house. I’m sorry.

“No way, there are walls in the world of demons and mortals. How can a mortal come and settle in such a place?” I’m sorry.

I think it’s strange, turn around and look at him: “How did you get in here when you said that you come from the world, that you can’t connect the two worlds? I’m sorry.

“Hey. ♪ Little Dragon laughed twice, “Well…”

And he did not enter into his mouth suddenly: “He has snuck in.” There were barriers between the six sides to prevent people from interfering in their lives, for example, when people were different from demons, and people could not enter demons. However, in the last few centuries, the barrier has become weaker and, if it is higher, it can be deceived. I’m sorry.

“What’s higher? “Little Dragon lifts up his proud head and scorns not to be alone, “How about being taller than some fox? I’m sorry.

Instead of making a ghost face on his eyebrow, looking up in front of him, pointing at one place and saying, “Choo!” There it is!”

And he led me to a house, pointing at a cask, and he said to me, “This is the cask. I remember it, and there was water when we came, and I saw you glowing, and I picked you up.” I’m sorry.

This tank is big, half human, and I can’t help but look inside: “It’s deep.” I’m sorry.

“Mmm-hmm! * Not only did you nod your head, but even the tail came out and swept the dragon behind. *

I don’t know what he’s so happy about.

I reached out, and it was too long ago, and the cask was full of cracks, and it was very rough, and it would have been debris had it not been for the entanglement of some plants.

“But why am I here?” Who lived in this village? I’m sorry.

And We said to ourselves, “Return our hands and look up, and see only the broken roofs and the higher shades.”

This village can be said to be at the deepest of the pits and the most dense of the vegetation, if it has been living here … it is feared that it will not be seen.

The young dragon was on his side and stressed his point: “There are certainly not four of them who are here. I’m sorry.

I’m not alone at my feet, holding my face and making my own point: “Is it possible that a certain group lives in the mirror? What monsters like to live in stonehouses, Bruce, you know? I’m sorry.

His big tail keeps shaking around.

I was afraid that he would be so easily covered with dirt leaves that I would remind him to close his tail, but I looked down and saw the tip of his tail and stopped at his mouth.

The unsolved tail is large, the hairs are smooth and floating, and if in the sun the pure black fur shines, the tip of the tail bends down a radians.

This shape…

The more I look at it, the more I find it strange.

So he reached out and grabbed his tail.

“Ah…” didn’t just go off with a very serious look, with a whisper of alarm, and the ears were right up.

He did not know, nor did he dare to move, but he dragged my garments softly: “O Qi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zi, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zi, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, Zh, and it. I’m sorry.

Little Lung looked at this scene and felt that the fox had a hot eye, and that snake, which was not a good eye, was about to cry.

I’m not aware of all this, I’m just wrinkled, and I’m thinking hard.

What’s so strange?

The fox’s tail shape…

“That’s right! It’s shape! I’m sorry.

I look up and I look — I’m sure that’s the kind of horns that just saw.

It’s plain, it’s smooth.

It’s like a simple fox tail.

I couldn’t help but look down and look down, and he had a red ear, and he looked down on me with a bitter and pitiful look, but still appeared a smile unconsciously, without any resistance.

“What shape?” I’m sorry.

I let loose my tail, and he immediately took it back and explained to himself: “The roof is shaped by the tail of a fox. It is inhabited by a group of foxes! I’m sorry.

“What is it?”

“Aah?”

Little Dragon and not alone have raised incredible questions.

“What do you think?” I’m sorry.

Little Lung ignored him, but he rolled up his own tail and tried to mimic the roof.

In order to make sure that it was right, I ran a number of families and looked at each one’s roofs, which, although of different sizes, were absolutely in common.

If it’s the fox who lives here, they’ll be connected to the outside world.

I am somewhat excited to return to my side, but I am not alone in asking: “Why do they live in this place if they are foxes?” Were they exiled or did they live here? I’m sorry.

“No way. Never before have so many foxes been exiled, and your number of foxes was small. Little Dragon flattens his tail and rebuts it.

I noded and said, “And if it really was here, it wouldn’t be here, at least it would be a flat place to see the sky. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I’m suffocating like I’ve been poured cold water.

I’m not alone in shouting, “What’s going on?” What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you talking? I’m sorry.

And it is only then that I return to my sight, and my eyes do not know where to look, and my conclusion is whispered: They are hiding. I’m sorry.

Mirrors isolated from the outside world, deepest pits, branches of the sun, stoned houses built around roots and covered with vines …

If it is true that a group of foxes has lived here and even formed a village, what is the reason why they have to hide from it even if they don’t see it?

A natural disaster?

Or man-made?

The night will soon come.

We remained in the village, and saw the darker and darker surroundings, and found a family that was still intact.

The day is warm, but as soon as the night comes, the cooling will come up.

So I picked up some dry wood and made a fire.

The little dragon was lying silently on my knees, with two red bean-like eyes glittering in flames and dazzling, and should be thinking about the present plight.

I wanted to think in peace, but instead of feeding me food, I watched him strangely while chewing the wind-dried rabbit: “When did you bring these?” I’m sorry.

“My mother taught me to go out and prepare food, or else she will starve if she finds no food.” I’m sorry.

This is the second time he mentioned his parents.

I watched him bury the melon with a coal, tearing out the rabbit, and remembering that he was very good at cooking, as if he was used to living alone, asking, “Why aren’t you with them?” I mean, your parents. I’m sorry.

“Death. “They went out and met the monster, and when I found them, Wondan was broken.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, it’s broken, I tried, I can’t make it up.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t expect this to happen, open my mouth and I didn’t know what to say to comfort him.

I should have been able to tell him, if I had not been alone, to speak to me in tears.

But he didn’t.

I’m always just pulling my tail and talking to him a little bit, and I’m gonna cry a little bit, and I’m gonna laugh at my parents’ deaths.

I reached out and touched his ears, and even if I smiled again, two big ears fell softly.

“And then?”

“And then I didn’t know what was going on, but I came to the Green Hill by mistake, and there were so many foxes and no great monsters. Instead of scratching my face and smiling at me, my ears trembled in my hands, “I actually liked it here. I’m sorry.

He likes Qingu, but unfortunately Qingu doesn’t like him.

I guess I didn’t talk for a long time, but I grabbed my hand and said, “I’m not really sad, really, don’t be sad. My parents are gone, but I remember what they said and taught me. When I came to Qingu, I made many friends who were good to me and allowed me to take my nest when I was in exile. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I didn’t suddenly look at the little dragon who was lying on the side, like I was embarrassed to put it in my ear, and softly said, “Oh, I know you and Bruce in the mirrors, and you’re my best friends.” Am I lucky? I’m sorry.

He was so close, I looked at him in the eyes, bright and sincere.

I suddenly realized that this was not a stupid fox, that he was just too kind to see that none of us was good and that everyone was good to him.

Even when you’re sad, you’re afraid of others.

For all these years as a demon, he should have been the most aware of what a weak flesh eats, but clean as if he had never seen a bloodbath outside.

It’s not stupid, it’s just a choice.

“Hmm. I smiled at him and noded, “You’re lucky. I’m sorry.

“No, so rest assured, I will give you some of my luck, and we will find a way out.” I’m sorry.

We were talking, but we heard the silent little dragon suddenly saying, “Something seems to be burning.” I’m sorry.

When I was wondering, I did not cry alone: ‘Aah!’ My melon!”

Then he turned his back and scratched the melon he had buried under the fire, and when he was rushing out, two were roasted.

“Oh, he’s crying, his eyebrows are coming down, “I barely found five. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh and hand him a good melon: “Do you like it so much? You usually eat chicken. I’m sorry.

The dragon also spits in a snake letter and says, “Only four, you’re the fox I’ve ever met, and you’re the only one who likes chicken.” I’m sorry.

“You’re a weasel! I’m sorry.

We’re not alone in sharing it with us, though we like it very much.

Bruce and I didn’t have any food. I didn’t think we needed it.

Don’t eat alone with your eyes lifted.

We decided to wait until tomorrow morning to plan, and if there’s no clue, we’ll have to go home.

The fox’s tail is about to go up: “I’m sure I’m right, I’ve brought the nest.” I’m sorry.

After that, we were invited to sleep.

Little Lung smiled and found himself a corner, and I accepted the invitation to not be alone — to be honest, it was a soft and comfortable bed.

After lifting the shrinking spell, the nest became the same and almost occupied the entire floor.

For the first time I slept so close and not alone, he seemed very excited, leaning against my head and breathing.

As he did not know that my body had changed, I kept my breath and heart beating carefully.

It’s just that he touched my hand before he went to bed: “How is your hand so cold?” I’m sorry.

I said a common reason for girls: “Well, cold.” I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, I’m hot! * He put his tail on me, his hairy tail tipped my waist, his face red, and he blinked at me. *

I look at his face and I feel a little hot, and I kind of lose my eyes: “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

“Okay. He put his hands around my ears and whispered, “Have a good dream.” I’m sorry.

I slightly overstepped my head and covered up my smile for no reason.

He’s not a stupid fox. He’s a pain in the ass.

It was supposed to be a good night’s night. It’s a good night’s sleep.

Until there appeared to be a sound in my ears, as if there were many people around me who laughed, light and small.

It’s weird to laugh.

There’s a kind of copper bell that’s frowned, and it’s intermittent, like an old chord.

Stabbing my ear, it’s painful.

I frowned in my sleep and finally woke up.

And I saw a crowd standing in front of my eyes. My first reaction was strange. Who didn’t close the door? I looked at the door before I went to bed.

And I sat down from my nest, not alone and asleep.

The crowds at the door were waving their hands, and I couldn’t see their faces and only saw the little light of the fireflies floating in the air.

I know they’re waving at me and calling me over.

So I went to them step by step, but when I went to the door, it was closed.

I hesitated, and the voices of my ears were swaying, and it was becoming more and more evident that the previously light laugh had become sharper.

Slap your head, I opened the door.

It’s dark out there and it’s so quiet that it doesn’t sound like a worm.

But I saw it not far, and they were waiting for me there.

The fireflies are still floating in the air.

It’s like a little lantern, and it’s like a little lantern.

Strangely, my body has turned into a puppet, and my thoughts have wandered through this indissolved pit, feeling nothing but drift and losing the ability to think normally.

And We followed the ash-pushers far away into the depths of the forest.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, but I feel like I’ve become one of them, and I’m about to become one of them.

Finally, a stone house appeared before my eyes.

Unlike the rest of the house in the village, the stone house sits here alone, far from the village and the crowd, without a tree or a crest.

Square square.

Ooh.

It’s a sarcophagus.

I’m not afraid, I’m just confused.

This sarcophagus is too big to be buried in.

I ripped off the thorns around me and cut out a single blood mouth on my hands, dripping blood in the grass.

I can’t feel it.

And We were on our knees, and We saw the roots of the plants linking with the earth, and there was something beneath it.

And We bowed down in total, and drew out with our hands a thin, hard one — and lifted up, and erased the soil above, and looked at it, and recognized it as a bone.

Whose bones is this?

Who died here?

A fox?

I don’t know.

I’m just thinking, there’s a circle of ghosts around me.

They all looked down at me, silently, and my ears were louder.

The laughter is no longer squeaky, sarcastic, as if the nails were on the china.

There are countless mumblings.

Bury, bury…

“Don’t look up, you’ll be found…”

“The tail is broken, another one is broken…”

“The sky is broken, Lord Wind is gone, no one can save us…”

Cut off the tail! Just cut off the tail! I’m sorry.

Finally, I finally get it — it’s not funny, it’s weeping.

It’s just that it’s too sharp, it’s like crying, and it’s so confusing.

Turns out it was a group of foxes crying.

And I hold that bone in my hand, and I don’t know which part of it, and I look up slowly, and a fox’s face suddenly appears, and no, half of it, with no ears, no eyes on the other side of it, only a flesh wound, black.

And the green eye is covered in blood, and it is still with me.

I held on to my bones and suddenly felt a terrible pain in my heart, as if I felt the wounds of this fox.

The eyeballs are falling.

“Be born after death and die if you want to leave…” I hear a fox staring at me without saying anything.

“…the more he dies, the crazier he goes… the more he goes mad… the more the sky breaks and no one knows…”

I can’t say anything, as if there was some force that sealed my throat, and I heard its voice drying up, as if it had been buried in the ground for hundreds of years.

“There’s no one to help us.

The fox’s face is dripping blood, clearly after all these years, and its wounds are still bleeding — as if it had been in pain.

Hide, hide, hide, don’t, don’t be found by him.

A drop of blood fell on my face and I blinked.

It’s just a blink of an eye, the ugly fox face is gone.

There was something in the body that was rapidly being lost and I fell on the ground.

When the shadows were around, they raised their hands, and I watched the fireflies that were not moving, and the thoughts that had been confused were finally clear.

It’s clearly a pair of fox eyes.

Dead, buried, countless years old, fox’s eyes.

They’re waving goodbye to me.

“You must hide, my lord…”

I felt very tired, and the voices of my ears disappeared, and my sleep came back, and I gradually closed my eyes.

In my last wake, I felt like I was not alone.

Eleven.

Me and not alone are digging pits.

Little Dragon … Little Dragon is next to the monitor and says he can’t scratch the earth without his claws.

I wanted to say he was lazy, but I didn’t say it.

Ever since we got here, Bruce is a little weird, I don’t know what happened.

Didn’t say he found out last night I wasn’t in my nest and immediately called Bruce to come to me.

Fortunately, all around the place was grass, and it was clear that they had found me with their tracks, when I passed out in front of a stone house.

“It’s a sarcophagus, it’s not a house, it’s a coffin. I remind him.

“But it’s a coffin or something and I’m afraid that it’s a house. I’m sorry.

He also looked at the sarcophagus next to him and moved a little bit to the outside.

“What the hell are we digging? * Do not dig the earth alone, but do it all the time *

The sarcophagus is not really scary when the light is bright.

Like a square big house, just no door.

It’s also etched with some bouquets, and it’s a very old line, and it’s just like the pattern of the fox’s tail on the corner, but it’s just a thicker line on the sarcophagus, and it’s like a split flower.

But most of them are covered in thick moss.

And I said, “Drive some bones.” I’m sorry.

“What…” He didn’t understand. He was digging hard, and he looked down, and he sat down on the floor, and he said, “Foot!” Bones! I’m sorry.

I shot the dirt on my body, picked up that bone from the ground — not small, but not big, mouth-stamping, canine teeth sharp.

It’s a fox’s skull, but it’s only half, and the other side is missing for some reason.

The face of not being alone has changed, and he’s standing on his side, trying to get close to what I’m afraid of.

“Cool. “Simple dragons come from the side, sarcasm, but not alone.”

He made his own assumption: “It should be a fox who lives in that village. It’s just that he doesn’t know what happened. He died in this place and no one collected his body.” I’m sorry.

“How do you know this is here this friend?” I’m sorry.

I reacted that this was his fellow man to be not alone, so I hid his skull behind him and apologized to him: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.

And then I told them what I saw last night.

And We said, “When you found me, I had no bones on my hands, so I thought, “I am still buried in the earth.” Little Lung was right, it was the fox who lived here, but it was not that nobody came to collect his body, but that they were all in there. I’m sorry.

I pointed to the sarcophagus next to the finger.

Little Dragon frowns his eyebrow, and I find him very lonely when he doesn’t talk, but once he talks… “How do you know? I’m sorry.

It’s human.

I don’t know how to answer his question.

I saw them wandering around the sarcophagus last night, burning fire into the sarcophagus before they could find me alone, and the sound of weeping stopped, with only one long sigh.

I still don’t know what’s in the sarcophagus, but there’s speculation in my heart.

I stood up and folded a branch with my hand and thought, “Now, that’s what we know. I’m sorry.

I removed a leaf: “First, a group of foxes live in this village. But do they have anything to do with the legendary suppressed black fox? I’m sorry.

And then I took the next piece, “Secondly, they were hiding from someone who should be very special, the fox…” And I looked at him, and I changed my tongue, and said, “That friend has been saying that the sky is broken, and what else is there? I doubt that they are hiding from heaven.” Do you know who Lord Wind is? I’m sorry.

Little Dragon Noded: “It is the woman who created the human race with his own power, the spirit of the heavens and the earth, and her name is secret.” Ahem, the woman who is a snake’s tail and has ties to our snake family, and I cannot say her name is secret. Anyway, they’re talking about the maid. I’m sorry.

I’m not alone, I’m happy to raise my hand. Her name is…

“Windrich. * I’m just saying *

“Oh, you know what?”

I’m also surprised and shake my head: “No, I just thought about it, probably before.” I’m sorry.

And I removed the third leaf from it: “Thirdly, since it is already from heaven, the man is either God or Buddha, and is afraid to die.” Those friends had been hiding from him, and it was clear that he was still very good at dying, and he must have had a purpose in looking for a black fox and possibly even killed them. I’m sorry.

You don’t look so good.

“Four, I think we should open this sarcophagus.” I’m sorry.

I held four leaves to signal their statement, and the dragon noded and agreed with me.

And it was a bit of an adaptation, and it was close to the skull, and it fell down with its sleeves to wipe away the mud near its wakes: “Easy for you, even if you hide in this place, you did not hide.” I’m sorry.

The friend had long lost the ability to answer, and his empty eyes were awakening as if a silent last words had been uttered.

Where I was cut last night by a thorn, I was not alone in a cloth because their magic didn’t work for me.

As a sign of respect, neither alone nor by magic, but with me, the friend’s skull was buried again.

Little Dragon cut a wooden card, carved a few words and inserted it in the ground.

“What is it? I’m sorry.

I answered with a whisper: “The Qingcheng Hills.” I’m sorry.

And he asks, “Have you read a book?” I’m sorry.

Do not shake your head alone: “No, we demons have no one to read.” I’m sorry.

I got excited and wrote two words on the ground with a branch falling from the side, saying, “This is your name.” I’m sorry.

I’m not alone, I’m like, “No, I’m not alone.” I’m sorry.

I said, “No, read from left to right. No, it’s lonely.” I’m sorry.

I wrote my name again, and he looked at it, and he was surprised, “Oh, my God, it’s so hard.” I’m sorry.

However, he wrote very carefully, trying to keep the picture straight — frankly, it looked like a web.

But it’s a good thing that children learn, of course, to encourage them, and I laugh at them: “It’s better than I wrote for the first time.” I’m sorry.

“Are you trying to set him up here? “Let’s get down to business, let’s say what we’re going to do. I’m sorry.

I turned and looked at him, because he had something wrong in his tone, and while he was used to sarcasm, Lung was at least calm and not really disgruntled.

But now, his face looks too irritated to see him, and he looks at him, and he looks away.

No feeling of being alone, standing up and waving, the vines and weeds of the sarcophagus spread out, showing the whole of the sarcophagus.

He pointed to a position that looked like a coffin, and said, “Is this supposed to push away?” I’m sorry.

He said that he stretched his hand on the wall of the sarcophagus, and he did not see how hard he was, but the sarcophagus opened.

And it wasn’t the lid that opened, it was the entire sarcophagus that moved back a little bit and showed a rock ladder down.

I said, “What’s going on? What did you do?”

“No, I didn’t do anything but put my hand on it and it moved. I didn’t do anything.” I’m sorry.

I suddenly remembered what that ghost fox said: “Be born after death and die if you want to leave.”

I thought I was referring to their own experiences. Is that the way we leave?

The sarcophagus represent death and the way out is hidden under it.

And I swallowed and looked at them, and pointed at it, and said, “This is the way out. I’m sorry.

Although there was suspicion, there was no other way, and the three of us walked in hard-headed.

The ladder was so narrow that it could accommodate only one person, so Bruce walked in the front, I walked in the middle and not behind.

The movement was going down, and after the first stop, it was completely dark, with little dragons and non-corrupt fire at the fingertips, and it barely lit up.

The whole underground space is dead, and I really have the illusion of walking down the Yellow Springs. Moreover, a long silence has eased my heart, at least nothing.

But wouldn’t it be too quiet?

I’m not alone, I’m afraid I’m not alone

I shot Bruce on the shoulder — he didn’t react, or he went forward.

Bruce? I’m sorry.

At that point, I noticed that Bruce was carrying his feet, like he was going upstairs.

Huh? Isn’t it always down?

When I was surprised, the dragon disappeared from my sight, and the next moment, the heavy matter fell in the water.

And I waited, and I ran over, and I knew there was no way to go, and there was a big black patch underneath.

And We cried out: Little Dragon! What is the matter with you?

Bruce still hasn’t answered. He’s sinking very fast, like he’s been swallowed up by something.

Bruce! I’m sorry.

I was anxious, and someone came at me, and I consciously escaped, but I realized that there was only one behind me, and I reached for him, and I missed it.

Not alone! * He jumps down into the water like a doll * * The one that lifts my feet cools my heart * * It’s like a dragon. *

They jumped!

“No. What’s wrong with you? “I couldn’t wait to think of it, but I went up and grabbed his wrist at the last minute, and he was already in the air.

And We lay down on the ground, but We found him sank, and dragged me down like a jock of rock.

Say, what is wrong with you? I’m sorry.

But no matter what I call, he’s not saying anything.

My hands grabbed his wrists together, sweating in a few moments, and my shoulders were being pulled off.

I bit my teeth, and I couldn’t say anything because I found out with fear that he was not alone as if he were dead.

From my point of view, his face was pale and colder than mine.

Almost as dead as dead.

Gradually, I was hanging out half my body.

Because it was too hard, the wounds on the palms were broken, the blood came out of the fabric, and it came out between me and the confluenced skin, making my hand even more slippery…

The blood drops, passing through the head, the eyebrow, the closed eyelid, and the face, and dipped into his lips.

I’m really weak — my fingertips are soft and I can’t hold him.

Too reckless to risk it.

When did this happen?

Not alone!

I fell down on the ground and watched as I fell into the water.

How did this happen? When did this happen?

Am I really wrong?

It’s my fault if you don’t believe me, they wouldn’t have happened.

And I looked back, and there was nothing but a deep, deep path, and I couldn’t see anything without dragons and not alone.

When I woke up, for the first time, I felt more desperate than dying.

And I sat there for a while, and I wiped away the tears that came out of nowhere, and stood up, and raised my feet and jumped.

And as soon as I fell down, I felt a tremendous insulation, and there was a vortex hidden in the water, as though it were a dragon, and it could swallow people.

I’m not struggling. I don’t need to breathe, so I’m comfortable in the water.

If it’s the same vortex, then I’ll go to the same place with them.

Anyway, goodbye.

“Whoa-la!”

And when I was driven forth, I saw a large black fox with white snake in his mouth.

Whoo! “The black fox saw me, and he rolled me straight on his back with his tail, and I fell into a soft, wet fur.

We fell on a gravel beach, but there was no loss to me.

I never slipped on my own, and he immediately became a human being, and he was carrying a weak dragon.

I didn’t even get it. I just walked in and touched his face. It was hot.

“You’ve just…” I feel like I’ve been on my knees for a while, with my hands on his face, and I feel like I can’t hold you. I’m sorry.

He was naked, long hair covered with wet hair, like a monster running out of water.

There are only green eyes full of fresh life.

I stood up and held him in my arms, fearing and gladly: “You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry.

I’m not a little shy in my arms and I’m in a hurry. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. We let him go and touched his hair, and he was able to control himself and not to keep his ears.

I tore open the strips of my hands that had been bloated with blood, biting my teeth, squeezed the wound, and the blood that had been stopped came out again.

Blood dripped into Dragon’s mouth, and after a while I saw his snakes vibrating and stopped.

He’s not alone anymore. He opens his mouth and says, “What the hell are you doing?”

I dried up the rest of my blood with my clothes, and my thoughts were a little confused, but I barely smiled at him: “Don’t be afraid, I’m not a monster.” I’m sorry.

Little Dragon woke up.

We were on a gravel beach, surrounded by a green forest, looking back, and the place where we had washed out was just a small waterfall, and the water under it was not going to create a huge vortex.

“It’s coming out.” I’m sorry.

Not alone in his clothes, he moved his nose, as if he smelled something, but in a little while he looked up at his eyes, “Here, here.

Little dragon nod on: “The earth.” I’m sorry.

He dropped the two words, and he got excited, and covered me with the wounds in the palm, and said, “It’s the earth! You’re so smart, we’re really coming out!” I’m sorry.

“I’ve never been to the world, the smell of it…” And he moves his nose, his eyes are bright, “It’s so light!” I’m sorry.

He looked around, although it was just an ordinary mountain forest, but he looked very up and had a fresh face.

And suddenly it was as if he had found something, and he looked down, and looked down, and behold, it was the earth. I’m sorry.

He stretches his hand and grabs a few stones, and there are many grey and white pieces of gravel — strange, unlike the normal gravel, with thin holes on it.

I looked at the rock and looked back and found out that this part of the beach was washed out and covered with this little white rock.

“By death, by death…” I realized, “I see. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

And he said, “Yeah, yeah, you’ve lost so much blood, our magic is useless to you…”

“I’m actually only half. “My mind is clear, my mind is clear, my mind is clear, my mind is clear, and I say to myself, “What happens after death is not a life path buried under a sarcophagus, but under a sarcophagus. I’m sorry.

“You and Bruce are already dead once. That’s a dead end. I’m sorry.

Not alone.

Little Lung is a little twirled, and both of them are staring at me like I’m talking to them about Saiji.

“All those who walked through the Yellow Springs died and then at the end of the road, connected to the earth. We lifted up a white stone and delivered it to their faces, “This is the way to death.” I’m sorry.

“This is the bones of the foxes. At last, it turned out, “The barrier between the six sides is not perfect, it’s completely isolated, it’s like a loophole, and they’re here. I’m sorry.

I’m a little tired and tired, and I have to keep my voice down. I’m sorry.

Of course it’s a shame.

It must have been one of them who discovered this loophole, discovered the smell of the human being, and was so happy that he thought he could sneak out of the world without anyone knowing it.

Although the human world is not in a good position to go, at least there is no need to stay there without seeing the sun.

They also made a sarcophagus in order to hide, leaving the last man to guard the entrance.

Then they entered the way one by one.

Yet the foxes would not have thought that when they entered that path, it was impossible to open their eyes again.

The last one left behind was a lonely hero.

He broke up for everyone, covered up all traces and feared that he would find his people.

Later, he was cut off half of his head and did not reveal the whereabouts of his people.

It is only left with a “born after the dead” that is wrong.

He may really think that … everyone has come to another place where the sun can be seen.

To get out of there, we have to go that way.

If you go that way, you’ll never leave.

The foxes have long been in the midst of endless degeneration, erosion and brushing, and have disappeared into the earth, turning into limestones that are so packed in pebbles.

It’s a dead end.

“What kind of man …” was not alone in fear of the bones of these ancestors, but rather in the red eye, “to bring them to this point? I’m sorry.

I also feel an inexplicable sadness.

That man must be terrible.

I’ve forgotten all about the blood I fed to Bruce.

But little dragon did not forget, and he looked at me, and he stopped, and said, “Get out of the way, for now.” I’m sorry.

It’s sad not to be alone, but to stand up behind her.

I didn’t get out of the beach, and I just fell down.

I felt in his arms, as if he had lost all his cumulation, a moment of blackness, so I grabbed him unconsciously.

“Ooh! *Don’t hold me alone, hold me tight * I’m sorry.

And I paused, and I whispered, “No pain, no strength.” I’m sorry.

Bruce came by to look at my face: “You must have lost too much blood. We have to find a place to rest. I’m sorry.

“I’ll carry you, Zee. You get some sleep. * Not alone, I can’t walk, I’m lying on his back.*

I’m not alone in lifting up, and I’m in a tight circle, and I walk like I’m just a willow in his horn.

He was usually a child, naive and often overwhelmed by events, and needed help at his side.

But at this moment, I was lying on his back, and I could feel his warm breath through his clothes, and his back was solid, as if he had suddenly become an adult who could be relied upon.

Steady and reassuring.

I closed my eyes in the sway of the regularity, as I said, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was lying in a bedroom, covered in thinness and drowsy, and it seemed as if it had been at night, and there was silence.

I tried to move, and I realized that it was still a bit of a pain in the ass.

I want to talk and my voice hurts so much that I can only sound like a screech.

Not alone and Bruce, they don’t know where they’re going.

I just sat down and I looked down and I was just wearing a coat, and I pulled my clothes and I looked at the ash mark of my abdomen. – I’m surprised that the mark is already clapping. It spreads a lot faster than before!

How did this happen? If this goes on, then I can’t last three years?

And I put my clothes together, closed my eyes, and held my hand tight, and while the wounds of the previous palms had been wrapped up, they still stinged.

I wasn’t sure at first that my blood could keep people alive.

At first I just felt weird.

The one that was removed and recovered as the original purple flower.

From the wind to the information of everything.

And the ghost of the fox in the shadows…

Everything that should have been scattered has been repeated by me.

Finally, I saw on that gravel beach not alone who died and were raised again, as though I had flashed, thinking that when I held him on a ladder, my blood had spilled into his mouth.

It was then that I realized that I was very, very much so I saved Bruce again.

What the hell am I?

If my blood can save others, why am I dying?

I feel like I’m stuck in my head and I can’t think.

I’m afraid it’s even more difficult to find a way out of this world…

I lifted the blankets and went out slowly.

I walked out of the room and I realized it was a small yard, and I slept in the west wing.

When I was snuggled, I didn’t know where a 14-and-five-year-old girl came from. She saw me, round face with a smile: “Did you wake up and have a fever?” I’m sorry.

I hesitated to know what to do: “Where am I?” There are two more…

The girl was in a bit of a hurry, but when I was finished, she came to me and said, “You are in a doctor’s office, your two brothers are so anxious to get you out of the mountains, you have a fever in the back, you have been burning for days, it was better this morning.” Your brother is so worried that you won’t rest all day. ..

She talks fast, like a bamboo canopy with beans. I can’t hear you.

“What? I held the door frame and raised my hand to signal her to stop, “My brother?” I’m sorry.

The little girl held my arm: “Ah, your brother is out cooking medicine, your brother should have gone to sleep, but he hasn’t eaten for days, and your big brother has said so to get him out of your bed. I’m sorry.

And she said: Go and lie down, and I will ask my father to come to you immediately, so that you may not stand outside. I’m sorry.

I’m slowly reflecting on this.

Probably not alone, so they pretended we were brothers and sisters.

Sounds like I’m sick and burned for days.

I had many questions in mind, but I was unable to find answers from the young girl and had to turn around for the time being.

At that moment, the east wing across the street was thrown out of the door, and the footsteps were rushing towards it: I’m sorry.

Before I could turn around, I was dragged into a hug, and the sound of being on my head was ringing: “You’re awake, you’ve slept for days…”

He said that his voice began to shake, and I looked at the little girl on the side, but she was used to it, laughing at me: “I went to find my father.” I’m sorry.

She turned around through the yard and left.

It’s only when I think of letting go of me, I turn my head and see his face, under a dark porch light, with a glare of water in my eyes, crying out, dry lips, nervousness and fear — my heart seems to have been hit in cold, a feeling of confusion.

Watching me all day without rest, without eating, without tears… He was so scared.

When I opened my mouth, I looked at him and said, “The second brother.” I’m sorry.

As soon as this was done, we were both stuck together for a long time, and there was some confusion in our eyes.

I was embarrassed by what I said, and I thought it was funny to see him like this, and I wanted to make fun of him: “My brother, what’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“Ooh! “I didn’t mean to send you, the little girl thought I was your brother, me and Bruce. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he looked at me and said, “I wanted to clarify! But Bruce said it was convenient, so I didn’t mean to be your brother. I’m sorry.

After that, he chewed on his lips and listened to his eyes.

I kept my coat tight, I kept my head down, I kept my mouth shut, and I stopped teasing him. I’m sorry.

Instead of dragging me into the house, I put my hands around the door, “You wake up, you go back to bed, you see.” He naturally reached out to my face, softly and concerned, “Your face is pale.” I’m sorry.

His fingertips have touched my face, and though he’s been in bed with me a million times, the intimacy of his skin is even more indescribable.

There was no light in the room, not standing in front of me, and I could smell the fresh breath of his body, warm and warm, as if the summer and the wind were blowing from the top of the mountain tree, ensnaring people, comfortingly and naturally making people want to roll in his arms.

I forgot to talk.

“Let’s go to bed.” I’m sorry.

That’s not true.

And when he spoke, the breath of a little heat between his lips came, and I turned back to him and said, “Okay, I’ll go first to bed, my throat itches, and pour me a glass of water.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. “It’s not that I scratched my head in the back, and it’s weird that I’m running away, but I went to the table and poured water for me very nicely.

I sat on the bedside with a glass of water, and I did not light the light in my hand, and I took the candlestick to the cabinet by the bedside.

He said we were in a small town southeast of Chuju County, where the mountain forest we had seen before was near.

I was in a hospital because I was in a coma, and the little girl was called Saiyun, the nurse of the doctor.

When I heard about Chuzhou, I suddenly remembered one thing: “Well? I remember that’s what Bruce was doing in Tsuruyama? I’m sorry.

“It’s a good memory, but it’s a few hundred miles away. I’m sorry.

The look on his face turns on him, and the hand dances with me like drawing what he saw in the street: “That big copper horse’s nose is hot, squeaks, can walk without magic. Man is so smart!” And there’s more…”

He’s been telling me a bunch of little things, and he’s talking to me, and he’s dancing, and he’s got candles in his eyes, and he’s like a little kid who’s anxious to share them.

And I looked at him, and though he was sore with a fever, even the wounds of the palms continued to swollen, but I didn’t realize that I was relaxed.

He looked at me, he looked down and touched his ears, and he wanted to say he was okay.

And I picked my eyebrow and said, “What’s wrong? I’m listening. I’m sorry.

Not to answer immediately, but to raise your hand, to move your finger, as if you were trying to touch my face, but not to touch it again.

I thought there was something on my face and I touched it, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

And do not reveal a smile alone, with a kind of naïve shyness, but his eyes fall upon my face, and he says, “You laugh so well, and you laugh so well.” I’m sorry.

My heart, a heart that has stopped beating long ago, trembles for a moment as if it had suddenly fallen from its height.

You look good laughing.

And I look at a face that is not a laughing face, and I feel like I’ve said it somewhere and heard it.

That’s a…

I tried to remember that it was a man who had a soft, thick eye and said to the people in front of him, “You look so good to laugh,” soft words, sweet words.

Where was I?

Why do you remember that?

Who’s that man?

For some reason, I was caught up in an inexplicable irritation, shuddering my head and trying to remember something.

I had a hunch that that man was a very important man, and it had something to do with my past.

When I was not alone, I was wrong, so I rose up and pulled my hand away, and cried out, “What happened to you?” Don’t hit yourself. Does it hurt? I’m sorry.

The more I try to capture that light, the more pain I feel somewhere.

As the burning of the soul.

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

I can’t be alone. I can’t move again.

Then the door was blown up, and the Chai-yun shouted out, “Son, let’s come in. I’m sorry.

“Come in, she’s in trouble!” I’m sorry.

My pain is unbearable, but as long as I do not reminisce it, the fever will weaken.

So I can also feel the outside world.

Behind Saiyun were two men, a doctor with white hair and a dragon.

I heard the sound of their conversation, the doctor put his finger on my wrist for me, and the dragon asked me not to be alone, and not to hold me tight.

And before I went into total coma, the only thought was that he was really comfortable in his arms.

I stood alone by the pond in the hospital’s backyard and watched the grass flow into the water, with two little frogs crouching in the shadow of the grass, and groaning.

It was almost noon and the sun was getting hotter, even by the pond.

It’s been several days since that coma.

The next day, I woke up.

These days, my body is intact, but I’ve been very tired, and I’ve had a hard time.

I didn’t go to the fair with him.

He went with him and came back to complain to me for a long time, saying that he was not alone, that he wanted to reach out and touch everything, that he had a stupid brother.

“Sei. Little Dragon came down the porch.

I stood under a tree by the pond and heard his voice, lazily responding: “Well, yes.” I’m sorry.

He came to me and said, “You’re more patient than I am.” I’m sorry.

He’s a snake, like the sun. Solar warms his blood.

So snakes are usually the most active in the summer.

So I moved to one side, and put him in the shade, and asked, “Are we going to eat?” I’m sorry.

“Well, I guess you’re right here. “I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I’m sorry.

And We looked up at him, and he covered himself with a blind eye, and he was only a young man with black eyes.

But that kind of thing works only for people who don’t know the truth, and it doesn’t work when you see it.

Like me and not alone, it’s just what he looks like.

Little dragon is actually half as tall as he is not alone, but he’s thinner, leaves a little bit of sunshine between the leaves, spills his hair over his body, and slits his hair like a flow of silver snow.

And if I had no knowledge of him or knowledge of his authority, I would surely have thought him to be a fair and clear fairy.

But he is not alone, but he is not a good cover.

At this moment, his face tells me clearly and clearly what he wants to ask.

But it’s a little confused, and I don’t know how to say it.

And We removed this from him and said, “Do you want to ask me about what brought you back to life? I’m sorry.

Little Dragon looked at me and said, “Hey, you’re so smart. I’m sorry.

“You should get along well with the people here.” I’m sorry.

The young dragon smiled with a smile: “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

I nod, “I guess so. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid he’s been treated as a local by other people because of his pure Zhuzhou accent.

But then again, it’s true that Bruce was a native after all her years of work in Sasayama.

After a moment of silence, I thought to myself: “I don’t know a lot of things, I have headaches, like something is stopping me from thinking. I’m sorry.

“How do you know that your blood can save us?” I’m sorry.

“I didn’t know it at first, but…

So I told him what I thought when I woke up before, the flower, the fox, the face of the ghost, and the flesh of my blood.

Speaking of which, I remember the way he looked at the gravel beach, “Did you ask me, Bruce? I’m sorry.

“It’s thieving. “Long blew a willow in front of him, and it was a little soft, “You didn’t want him to know, I didn’t ask, you slept so long after…”

And he rose up a little, and he approached me and said, “Why didn’t you tell him?” I’m sorry.

I fell on my eyelids and it was weird.

At first, I was close to each other. After all, I slept in one bed for so long that something happened and I was talking about Bruce.

I’ve always tried to hide these things.

But why?

I was snorting, and I made an excuse: “He knew I wouldn’t live long, but I didn’t know that I would live for three years at most, and there was no need to talk to him in detail, and there was no point in it.” I’m sorry.

I’m afraid he’ll keep crying around me.

I thought about what might happen, but I laughed.

But the little dragon was in his thoughts, frowning for half a day, and suddenly he slapping his hand, saying, “This is what you do, as if I had heard from my master. Do you know that you are in the world and that there is a respiration?” I’m sorry.

And I shook my head: I did not know that I had not come before. I’m sorry.

Bruce explained, “In short, the legend is that this thing is a spice, black, round, like an egg, if it burns, and people who die for three days can smell it. But actually, my master said it was a piece of wood. At that time, the mother of the bridesmaid burned ash to stop the flood and used a few porcelain trees of the Mountain, leaving behind the unburned charcoal. Buddha is the sacred tree of Fomen, the peace of mind, and it is not long before they die and the spirit is far away that they have survived. I’m sorry.

I heard the truth behind the legend, and I didn’t hear it, but it’s so nice to hear it.

But Bruce looked at me with a little hope, as if I was waiting for some meaningful analysis, and I hesitated to say, “Well, am I close to this charcoal?” I’m sorry.

The little dragon’s face fell off in an instant and turned over a symbolic white eye: “I think you’re getting infected, and you’re getting stupid.” I’m sorry.

And I couldn’t help it: “So what is this? I’m sorry.

I don’t know. “You’re a rock, that’s a wood, but now you’re a man with a flesh and blood. I’m sorry.

He murmured for half a day, probably wiping himself around, rubbing his hair, and thinking no more: “If only my master had been present, he would have understood many things that might have solved your problem, and would have kept you alive for two more years. It’s just that I’ve been here for over 20 years, and I don’t know if my master is still here. I’m sorry.

It is true that the mirror ruins are faster than the outside world, where they are more than 200 years old and more than 20 years old.

But I was reminded that if we can’t, then find someone who can, and cheer up and say to him, “Well, then we…”

The sound of Chae-yun coming out of the hallway behind me is: “Ah! Brother Lung, why are you standing here, aren’t you in the kitchen? I’m sorry.

I’m not feeling well, and I look back, and the horns of my clothes are flashing, and I’ve come a long way, and I’ve left behind the clouds, and I’m wondering, why don’t you listen?

She said, “Son, why are you standing under the sun? Come and eat.” I’m sorry.

I looked at the little dragon next to me, and I was afraid that something would come to pass, but I had some hope: “Did he hear?” I’m sorry.

“I’m not sure what I’m talking about. What is it? I’m sorry.

The atmosphere on the table is unusual.

The adoptive father of Saiyun, Dr. Lee, sits on the top, and I sit on the right side, on the opposite side, on the other side, on the other side, and not on the bottom alone.

When he eats, he either comes next to me or next to the dragon, he doesn’t know the rules of silence when eating, he eats the liver, he eats the greens, he cooks very well and so on.

In any case, with him, everyone eats in a lively manner, and Dr. Lee is so strict that he laughs.

But today is different.

There was little movement on the table except for occasional chopsticks.

They don’t eat their bean horns alone, they don’t say a word, they don’t eat their favorite livers.

Dr. Lee and Chae-yun saw him several times and didn’t know what was going on.

I felt sorry for myself. I knew he was angry and I was embarrassed to say something.

Little Dragon responded by kicking me under the table and squeezing his eyes on the other side of the table, and I shook his head at him to signal him not to speak here.

Saiwon looked at us with curiosity, biting chopsticks, and asked, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

I’m talking to Bruce at the same time.

“You guys are acting weird today. Why don’t you talk? “Saiyun’s eyes are as round as her face, and his bones are spinning between the three of us.” I’m sorry.

I was busy saying, “It’s okay, let’s eat.” I’m sorry.

She’s wrinkled and she wants to say something.

Dr. Lee stopped saying, “All right, Saiyun, seriously eat. I’m sorry.

“Oh. @saiyun @saiwan: @saiwan: @saiwan: @saiwan: @saiwan: #Saiyun #Saiwan #Saiwan #Jan25 #Jan25 #Jan25

But the smile should be a little reluctant.

I haven’t been alone all day, and I can’t be alone with Bruce, afraid he’ll see us and think we’re talking to him.

Sevan, I’m going to ride the swing, and we’re all on our side.

In the evening, the wind rose and lifted up our shirts, and I asked, “Did the patients leave? Why didn’t you take the drugs today? I’m sorry.

Saiyun was covered in his cheeks, and his old-fashioned groaned: “It’s been a rough town lately, it’s getting dark, and no one dares to stay outside. I just want to go out during the day, and Dad wants to talk about me. I’m sorry.

I was wondering, “What’s the matter with the town? I’m sorry.

“Do you want to hear it? Father forbids me to tell you. You are from abroad, afraid to scare you.” “Saiyun’s tone has suddenly become mysterious, but she’s clearly trying.

Chae-yun is a smart but occasionally naughty little girl, and Dr. Lee, while he does not always laugh, is so caring for the daughter that she is not afraid.

And We made her look so sweet, and we squeezed her ears, and laughed, and said, ‘I have a lot of guts, speak.’ I’m sorry.

“But it’s time to tell you, it would be bad if something happened. “We’re not far from the capital, we haven’t had a curfew at night, we’ve had a lot of fun and nothing has happened.” However, since two months ago, there have been several strange incidents in the town. For example, the lady who sold the cloth said that at night someone was standing outside the door of her house and always heard the child crying. I’m sorry.

I said, “Is it weird that children cry?” I’m sorry.

“Of course it’s strange that she’s been living alone for years. And only she heard it. Speaking of which, Saiyun suddenly lowered her voice, opened her eyes, and said, “Everyone thinks she’s sick, so she goes to the temple to worship Buddha, and guess what? I’m sorry.

I held my breath until she revealed: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The voice of Saiyun was even lower, and as she was afraid of being heard, she whispered in my ear, “Then the Wang Queen went out of her house at night and drowned in the river outside the town!” I’m sorry.

Chae-yun, like Little Dragon, is so incriminating, I’m so silent that I say, “This is really weird.” I’m sorry.

“And then two more families went to the same place, saying that they had a curse on the house at night, but didn’t hear the child cry. “Sevan, with his tweaks, seems to have been frightened by his own story.

I can’t help but frown: “All dead?” I’m sorry.

“That’s not true, it’s just that they’re moving away. So don’t go out at night. It’s July and half. I’m sorry.

Chae-yun swayed the swing again, higher than once, and her mood recovered very quickly and laughed for a while.

I looked up at the darker sky, July and half?

Before that, when it was in the ruins, the time was clear, or in the early summer of the end of the spring, it was almost half a month of July.

“You know what happened to Lung Er? “He didn’t say a word. I’m sorry.

“I think I upset him. I’m sorry.

“How? “He went to the kitchen today to cook, and he learned from the cook. I’m sorry.

I stopped.

Sayin: “He heard that he could bear blood. He learned it for you. Didn’t he tell you? I’m sorry.

I can’t tell you what it’s like to feel guilty about not being alone: “I haven’t heard him.” I’m sorry.

“Hey! “You adults, it’s always the same, you don’t say anything, you hold it, you hold it in your mouth, you hold it in your heart, it’s bad.” I’m sorry.

I must admit, Saiyun is a little girl, but she’s right.

We’re both silent.

Then Dr. Lee came to the courtyard and said to me, “It’s the wind. Let’s go back to the house and maintain it.” I’m sorry.

I came down from the swing, and I was a bit embarrassed when my elders found me so big: “Go back and make Dr. Lee laugh.” I’m sorry.

Saijin went over and complained, “Father, I’m talking to her. What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“I’ve been asking you if you’ve had your medicine back for six months. No more food tomorrow. Dr. Lee is very unpopular with his daughter.

And as though he were a great enemy, so that he could not forgive him, but he cried out to me, saying: Sister Dragon, when I have finished my writing, speak to you. I’m sorry.

“Well, you’re serious back. I touched her head.

Dr. Lee took out his hand behind his back, with a yellow velvet in his hand, handing it over to Saiyun, and asked her to put it on cold-faced, while saying to me, “Don’t go out in the night, go down in the dark and hit people with care. I’m sorry.

I nod my head and I turn my head and I walk in my room.

And I turned back, and Dr. Lee and Saiyun were standing there, as if they were rebukeing her and beating her to death.

Dr. Lee’s cheeks are thin, and even his body is thin, and the whole person looks unreachable.

But I don’t think he came all the way here to get Saiyun back to back for his endorsement, but maybe he just watched the evening cold and was afraid that his daughter would forget to add clothes.

Chae-yun’s head was low and his father’s eyes were not very harsh, but his love was too deep and he was hiding behind his mouth.

I look at this scene and feel like I’m feeling a little warm.

Turn around the porch, walk through the garden, I’m not alone.

He ran into me at the Moon Cave, and when he saw me, he turned and left.

I couldn’t wait to catch up with you. I’m sorry.

He threw his sleeves in front of his head, and he walked in the air, and he didn’t stop.

Not at all, I had to reach out and grab his sleeve, and he was forced to stop and try to pull it out.

I took a step forward and grabbed his wrist and said, “No, listen to me! I’m sorry.

“I don’t listen. * He’s not alone in a hairy fox’s ear again, as if he’s showing determination. * He’s got his ears folded and he’s got it * I’m sorry.

After drinking of Our blood, he came to the earth for a long time before he had appeared in the fox’s form, and I hurriedly swept through it, so that at night we were silent, and we were far apart, so no one saw.

He looked down and down and tried to pull his wrist out of my hand.

I’m actually a little confused.

Although it was known that it would not last long, it was not thought that it would be such a reaction — or, indeed, I never thought I would be angry.

He may be sad, afraid, worried, crying around me…

But he was angry.

How did this happen?

“You…” I blinked and hesitated to ask, “Why are you so angry? I’m sorry.

Not alone anymore.

He turned his head and looked at me, and his ears stood up and he was straight.

I realized that I said stupid things, and it was a fire in the face of someone’s anger, so I immediately explained, “No, I know it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. You should have been angry. I’m sorry.

Saying, “I softened my voice and looked into his eyes, and tried to be gentle, “Sorry, I am not alone, but I was wrong. Will you forgive me this time?” I’m sorry.

Who knows, this sound of honesty has not been replaced by a smile.

“You’re really bad, you’re a bad rock.” I’m sorry.

“Huh? “I’m stupid, I can’t see his reaction.

“I really shouldn’t be mad at you for lying to you with Bruce, and now you and he are lying to me. * He lifts his eyelashes like swallow feathers, his eyes are full of shadows, his water is soft *

And he bowed his head and leaned towards me, and his eyes were almost flowing into my heart.

And I looked up, and saw his lips as sweet as honey, and he made a soft sound with tears: “But I still felt so bad that I was deceived by my friends that it was too bad, and now I know what it feels like to be deceived.” I’m sorry.

And at nightfall, as the blood of the clouds is laid behind them, and as though the flames of the phoenix will be extinguished, bright and dazzling.

And not alone in the light, but in a twilight, he casts me in a complete veil, and his face hides in the darkness, and there is only a bit of a dark luminous look.

With a bit of grief, grief and confusion.

He doesn’t know why he’s angry.

It’s supposed to be even, but why can’t he breathe?

His wrist was still in my hand, but I suddenly felt like I was caught.

He was the one who cried, and I breathed like a fire, and I let go of his hand.

“Okay, well.” I looked away at the false mountain behind him, so I was calm, “This is how it went, and we will never hide from each other again. I’m sorry.

When my voice fell, he leaned over me.

I couldn’t help but be held tight, with two arms in my arms. I’m sorry.

I’m really scared. “The tears fell down, wet my collar, and he sucked his nose, and whispered, and said, “Don’t die, I’ll go find that Buddha, don’t die…”

“Hmm. He’s the one who’s been crying and crying like I expected, and I’m relieved to hold him back with my hands and touch his back. “It’s all right. We can go to the mountains and find the master of Bruce. There’s always a way in the world. I’m sorry.

I noticed the wet and hot water stains on the neck, and I said, “Don’t cry, I can’t remember much, and I’m counting on you on this road. How can I cry so much? I’m sorry.

He let go of me, wipes my tears with his sleeves, suffocates too hard, and solemnly says, “I will not cry, I will be a strong fox.” I’m sorry.

I looked in his red eyes and I couldn’t help but smiled at his mouth: “Okay.” I’m sorry.

We had dinner at night, and the three of us sat at the stone table in the courtyard, and we were not alone in seeing the dragon stinging his teeth, saying, “I told you everything, and you kept it from me for so long. I’m sorry.

It was only by measuring his appearance that he cleared his voice: “I’m not only lying to you, but I’m not the one who made it.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “Don’t leave it alone, leave your chin on the stone table, blow our foreheads, “When are we going to Shangshan?” I’m sorry.

We all looked at Little Dragon, and he leaned down on the pole as if he was about to go up.

He started by asking, “Are we really going to Zhushan?” I’m sorry.

I think it’s weird: “What do you mean, you don’t want to go back? I’m sorry.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

A little dragon rubbed his hair, showed a very complex face and stopped saying, “I haven’t been back for so long, afraid I can’t remember the way.” I’m sorry.

“Did Bruce have a relationship with the Shibuya people? I’m sorry.

Little Dragon’s story was stifling, but he didn’t look like he was deliberately sarcasming, with a slight sense of guilt, so he wasn’t scoffing as usual.

“This looks like a fish swing.” I’m sorry.

“How can you not remember the way to the mountains?” I’m sorry.

In the case of demonic repairs, it is certain that there will be a unique odour of its own, like a mark, that will be preserved for a long time, and that it will be able to smell itself even after a few hundred years.

Not to mention the particularly sensitive kind of snakes who say they don’t remember the road.

I didn’t talk to him, and it was clear that there was something else in her face. Only if I wasn’t alone would I believe him.

I wanted to ask you in private, but I thought it would be better to be clear in front of you.

Then suddenly the voice of Chaiyun came after him: “O sister, here you are! I’m sorry.

I was shocked, and the white, white tail of Little Dragon was still on the table, so I stretched out my hand and pushed it down, whispering, “Stow it up.” I’m sorry.

Then the clouds turned around and smiled at the passing sky: “Are you asleep?” I’m sorry.

After being pushed upside down, the dragon stood up to him without being alone. He sat up straight at once, and the tail was turned under the table into two legs, and the look on the top cloud was like a cold man sitting on the end.

“I don’t want to go to bed, I want to go to bed and play with you.” I’m sorry.

The young girl’s hair is wrapped in red ribbons, with her round-eyed, lively and delicate.

I said, “You’re not afraid of tomorrow’s Dr. Lee picking up your endorsement? I’m sorry.

“Hey. He smiled twice and then he said, “Daddy forgot, he’s out to collect the medicine tomorrow. Why did he smoke me when he wasn’t home? I’m sorry.

“Is it hard to endorse?” Why don’t you like endorsement? I’m sorry.

Saiyun wrinkled his nose: “Dr. Dragon, you haven’t read a book? Books are so boring! I’m sorry.

“Really?” Don’t look at me alone.

I smiled and rubbed the clouds’ hair: “No fun, but it worked.” If you don’t, how can you take over Dr. Lee’s clothes for help? I’m sorry.

“You have to read more when you have the chance. I’m not alone in saying that.

“Yes, what were you talking about?” I’m sorry.

And I said: “We shall leave, and go to the mountains of Qur’an. I’m sorry.

“Huh? “Why don’t you stay for a few days? It’s a long way to Shangshan. Can you stand it? I’m sorry.

Bruce said, “Seok, I can’t cure my sister’s illness either. We’re going to Zhushan. I’m sorry.

Chae-yun snuggled, silent.

She held my arm tight: “Yes, I heard my father say that my sister’s illness is strange, that day and day, that she is weak, that she looks like she was born short, but if she was born short, at this level of weakness, you will not be able to grow up. This time, in addition to buying medicine, we’d like to find a gold gin whose book says it’s “Strengthened and sweet”, which might be useful to you. I’m sorry.

Dr. Lee is a human being, and of course he can’t imagine that my condition is in no way as simple as normal.

He just did everything he could to heal me.

And I looked at her, and her eyes were a little low, and I smiled, and said, “Thank you for your care these days, but I was afraid that Dr. Lee would not bother you any more. The three of us are leaving in two days. I’m sorry.

But… ..Saiyun looked at me with his eyes full of pain, and looked at me, and said, “I can’t wait for you to stay for a few more days without taking money.” I’m sorry.

We’ve been talking a little bit, and during that, the clouds have been trying to keep us for a few more days, saying that there are many places around that we haven’t been.

It was the top of the moon and the night was getting cold, and I saw Saiyun wearing only a dress, and I wanted her to go back to her house.

I pulled a collar for her: “Go back to bed at night.” I’m sorry.

Chae-yun was upset: “Oh. I’m sorry.

As she got up, a raven came by suddenly from the night, leaving a sharp squeaky sound.

“Photo!”

Saiwon got scared.

I asked, “Is everything all right? I’m sorry.

She took a shot of her chest, and she breathed, and she turned to us and she said, “It was just a cold shock, but the crows were not scary.” I’m sorry.

I smiled and thought that Saiyun was such a lovely girl: “Go back to sleep and see you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm! “See you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

The young girl jumped away, the red silk belt swayed in the night, and the small figure was not at the end of the porch.

I don’t know if it’s too dark, but I see the shadows of the Chai cloud shrunk under the balconies, like something trapped.

Not adult.

And We suddenly struck a cold, and looked back, and two innocent pupils were staring at the direction of the sky.

The unsolved fox again appears on the alert, moving at times, as if in the air.

“Did you hear anything? I’m sorry.

“It stinks.” I’m sorry.

“Yes…” I wrinkled and said, “A ghost. I’m sorry.

When I said those two words, I was very calm and I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I just said it.

“So noisy! “It’s not like it’s too much to be alone, and it’s just hand over the foxes on top of their heads.

And I reacted, “Damn it, Saiyun! Something’s wrong with her shadow! I’m sorry.

He said, “Wait for us!” I’m sorry.

Again, flying along.

I was held by him in one hand, almost once in a snorting room, in front of the house.

We stood in front of the door, and there was no movement in the room, and there was no night, and we lived here for days, and we never realized that the hospital night was so quiet, and that the insect noise that was often heard during the summer night was gone.

As if the whole world fell into another strange space.

I knocked on the doorboard and whispered, “Do you sleep?” I just remembered something else I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.

No response.

And We looked at them, and raised their voice again: “Do you sleep? Are you okay?”

Still no response.

This is clearly not the case.

Saiyun will never be much faster than we were before, and at least it will take some time to change clothes and freshen up when we return to the house.

“It really stinks. Little dragon frowns his eyebrow, and shows up a vertical snake pupil, “Smells like… a ghost. I’m sorry.

Ghosts are a kind of ghost that breeds in the shadows, eats on human flesh and blood, and therefore stinks, and is easily discovered by some religious monks.

“I was afraid of ghosts, and little dragon went first.” I’m sorry.

“I knew I couldn’t count on you. “The plumbs of the little dragons are slightly turned, the plumbs are even narrower, and he’s almost a thin line.

Speaking of which, while stretching out his hand to push the door — his hand, from time to time, appeared a layer of plaque, white and white, which seemed indestructible.

Just before his hand was about to touch the doorboard, the door was automatically opened to the inside. I’m sorry.

“Aah! * It’s not like I’m so scared that the big hairy tail just came out of nowhere, and it just came right to my face and put my mouth on the fox. *

And We had no choice but to turn his tail, spit out the hair on his mouth, and look forward over his shoulder.

The dragon also seemed to have been scared, retreated half a step back, his legs were immediately distilled and half man was standing on the ground, nuanced, a defensive gesture of vigilance.

But, unexpectedly, there’s no one in this room who’s in the wrong eyes.

The small room looks so cold and empty…

I don’t know. Where’s Saiwon?

The night is even stronger, and I can smell that stinky ghost.

Where did Saiyun go?

She didn’t come back?

“Is she not back yet?” But we didn’t see her all the way here. I’m sorry.

Without holding my hand alone, the dark night looks very ugly. I know he has little guts, and he is also a 200-year-old monster, but he is the most afraid of these invisible phantoms.

So I held him tight and tried to calm him: “Don’t be afraid. Then turned around and said to Bruce, “Do you think it’s getting stronger?” I’m sorry.

# Don’t shiver the sound #

“Are you sure there’s something wrong with seeing her shadow?” Why don’t we go back and find her? I’m sorry.

‘No’ was not too hard to hold so hard that my fingers hurt. I was just going to let him relax, but I saw him looking away, looking straight at somewhere.

We followed him in doubt, and a girl was hanging under the roof of the corner, and the skirt was dazzling.

And We opened our eyes, and We heard the low, not alone: “There she is. I’m sorry.

The young girl’s neck is like a shadow with nothing but an autonomous life, moving around, and she’s dead and dead.

I can’t help but shout, “Caiyun! I’m sorry.

Little Dragon also realized that he was moving forward, not coming any closer, but cluttering into a sword, flaunting a white light forward and piercing the shadow.

Chae-yun, with his mouth wide open, his face twisted, his hands struggling, trying to break out of the shackles, was entangled and hung even higher after the attack.

The little dragon frowns, the tooth for the tooth, the light of the sword for the ropes, and the black shadows, they want to pull it down.

Who knows, it’s like it’s on the roof, hanging the clouds on one end, stuck on the roof on one end, and it’s like it’s not moving.

I’ve even been sucking on the anger of Chai-yun, and I can almost see a mist being sucked out of her sevens.

Little Dragon scolded: “Fuck your mother’s cunt!” Then he yelled, “Damn fox, come and help! I’m sorry.

It’s not shivering, it’s shivering, it’s pulling the ropes of the sword and it’s like, “Long, long, long.” I’m sorry.

The white ropes were mixed with a little bit of ink, and had grown a lot, and that was the strength of the body.

The shadow seemed to be loose, and the sky fell down, but her lovely, lively face rose blue, and her round eyes were covered with blood, and she was already out of breath.

I couldn’t wait to run over and hold her legs with my hands on my feet, hoping to get her loose.

And the little dragons are still working, and the dragons are pulling and not pulling and looking for opportunities to cut off the shadows — but the moments when the shadows are broken will be glued and they will never stop.

Do not cry out to me, “Come back and stay away!”

The shadows are getting loose, and they’re probably being consumed.

I looked out of sight and tried to hold on to the sky, and suddenly the sky fell down, and I looked up at her, and groaned: “It’s all right, Saiyun, we’ll save you. Hold on a little longer.” Dr. Lee also…”

But Saiyun suddenly smiled at me, and there was black tears coming out of a twisted face, dripping on my face — stinking like bodies buried in a pool of rotten fish.

I stopped, “Caiyun…”

Saiyun slowly opened his mouth and seemed to have something to say, but the exit was the sound of a sharp baby crying.

“Aah! Aah!

The next moment, black shadows covered the sky like a tide, and even caught me.

My heart is empty, and I am not afraid.

Just looking at her face, not blinking, round face, round eye, not so long ago, holding me down, holding us for a few days.

I don’t like endorsements. I don’t like endorsements.

Tell me about the rumors in town.

Wait, I looked up, I reached out and grabbed her feet, the baby crying!

It’s the baby crying!

That’s how she died?

I’ve got a gibberish in my arm, but I’ve got my teeth on my teeth and I’m holding on to my legs.

“Sevan, don’t be afraid…” I was holding on to my body, and I was already dead, and it didn’t suck from me.

Anyway, it can’t be taken away!

“That’s funny. At this point, a long man appeared empty on the roof, and he stepped on a part of a ghost under his feet, and he was covered in black robes, unable to see his face.

He appeared silent as if he had been there all along.

But instead of seeing it, the first one came to me, and he said, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.

I turned around and looked…

In the middle of the night, the fox’s ears stood up, his eyes were green and even sharp, and the naiveness of the eyes of the day was replaced by the coldness of the inhuman beast, staring at the man who suddenly appeared, and killing himself.

Behind him is a dark moon, and two big foxtails open.

Look at this. I almost let go. Why do I have two tails?

But there’s only one — I guess I was wrong.

“Get away from her!” I’m sorry.

The roof was shattered in large pieces, but the black man escaped without any damage.

He looked away from the outside world’s attack and whispered: “The sky was afraid, my house cried at night, the passers-by read it three times, and slept until dawn…”

“The heavens and earth are afraid…”

Shouting over and over and over and over again.

It was almost deafening.

And with this whisper, it seemed as though my obscurant was afraid, and he faded away, and only wished to leave in the midst of the sky.

Instead of flying on their roofs, their hands were drawn into the black robes, and the dragon showed his teeth and followed them.

But I surmised that he might not have been malicious, and immediately I cried, “Wait! Don’t hurt him. He’s helping us!”

He made a few moves, he hesitated to take the offensive, and he approached me.

Bruce remains close to the black man and stands ready to fight.

“The passerby reads it three times…”

The child’s cry in the mouth of Saiwon was low and turned into a silent cry.

The black man stomped on the devil and continued to whisper like a curse: “The sky is afraid… and sleeps until dawn…”

The ghost was burned with fire, and a cry of sour tooth was made: “Ah! I’m sorry.

Saiwon doesn’t cry.

The jinx fled with the last body, and I caught the fall of the clouds, but fell down on his knees because of the force.

He didn’t fall alone in front of me, fearing that he would hurt me, and his claws would return to his hand, and he held me in a hurry. Where does it hurt? I’m sorry.

He always does. He always asks me if it hurts.

It’s because he’s scared of pain.

“I’m fine. * I hold the clouds and cry softly * I’m sorry.

Reach out, she’s swirling, and she’s lost, but she’s still alive.

The black man was still standing on the roof, looking down at us, and he looked up a little, so I could not see his face, a face I could not describe.

It’s not too ugly or too beautiful, it’s a feeling.

And when I look at him, he cannot concentrate, as if he were just a cloud, a grass, even a wind.

I can feel his presence, but it’s just a matter of time before his impressions become blurred.

I don’t know what he looks like.

I was worried about the cloud, but I didn’t dare to move. After all, there was a stranger who didn’t know who he was, and I asked him aloud: “Is it true that there have been rumours in the town of recent days and that someone has cursed at night outside the door? I’m sorry.

The black man was moved to the ground at once, and the brother and the dragon immediately surrounded him behind and behind, and kept him away from him.

“It’s me. “The voice of the black man is also ordinary, and his voice is not too heavy, and he is very well surrounded, “A few months ago, I passed here and found the town haunted and angry and being eaten. I’m sorry.

“Did all the ghosts do it?” I’m sorry.

The black man said, “Certainly, but the devil eats on the flesh and blood of man, but has always been weak and usually afraid to cause trouble. There is a more vicious presence beyond the ghosts, and I am not aware of it for a while. I can only cure it with a curse and cure the symptoms. I’m sorry.

“Who are you?” I’m sorry.

The Black Man: “I’m just a passerby, but you, a fox, a snake, and a non-human, non-generous stone.

He’s talking about turning around and going outside.

I saw him leaving, and I was so anxious: “There is a way to save you, this little girl is 14. I’m sorry.

“Of course there is, and you should have known. But think of yourself, your life is getting shorter and shorter, and he’s out of the loop, and the dragon wants to stop him, but he’s like a fog that disappears in front of us.

But his laughter is still in his ear: “No need to send each other, we’ll see each other again!” I’m sorry.

This man has come and gone in haste, and only words have made our situation clear, yet he himself has no mystery.

But I didn’t have time to think about it, to look down and see what happened to Saiwon.

Her hair was scattered, and I touched her hair with pain, and took away the red ribbon for her.

We brought Chae-yun back to her room, and I did have a way, once and for all, of bleeding.

It’s just…

I sneezed and asked them, “Can I shed blood to supplement her anger?” I’m sorry.

“…maybe. I’m sorry.

I know there’s no other way, so I’ll nod my head so I can find a knife.

Stop your face and say, “There was so much noise, and the house broke down and nobody came out. I’ll see what happened to them.” I’m sorry.

And I said, “It would be good if you went to see it, be careful.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t wait until I got a knife, and I saw him talking, and I didn’t care.

After all, when it was too late to open my hand with a knife, he grabbed my wrist, and he looked at me with his lips, and he looked at me, “You’re not well, and how painful it is to row yourself.” I’m sorry.

“The life of Kosai Yun is important. It’s all right. It’s just a little blood. I smiled at him.

“Of course something is wrong!” without crying out.

I looked at him strangely, and I didn’t understand why he was so excited: “It’s good that we can’t do anything right now and that we can save Saiyun with a little blood.” Stop it, will you?”

And do not fall down on its head, and its voice softened, as if it were a cry: “I am not making a scene, you are dying, and do not harm yourself again for no one.” I’m sorry.

That’s what I’m saying. He listens to the black man. He’s scared.

And I touched his fox’s ear, and his hair was smooth and soft, and his ears were thin, and he squeezed, and he was shaking.

He’s holding his ear. Don’t let me touch it.

“Well, it’s important to save people. “I couldn’t take care of him, and I broke my index finger with a knife, because it was a little deep, so the blood was dripping fast, and it slowly penetrated through the blue lips of the sky.

In a short period of time, her face had recovered, only yellow, but it was normal, and her breath had stabilized.

I touched her neck, and the bruises went away.

And at this point, I was relieved by the fear that I felt a bit dizzy when I was in a state of tension.

I put my hand on the temple, and I stood up, and I almost fell, and I reacted very quickly and held the bedpost.

I was sitting on the other side of the scene, and when I almost fell, I walked, and some of the drums said, “Don’t move, if you bleed.” I’m sorry.

I was fine, but I smiled at him in order to make him feel better: “Let’s continue to make pork gravy tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t laugh. “Oh, I can’t get mad at you if you laugh.” I’m sorry.

I smiled more.

He sat down on my chair, and watered his sleeve, rubbing his temple: “The blood is all on his face. I’m sorry.

The blood of my fingertips is still swollen, and I purposely teased him, reaching out to his eyebrow, “Now you have it on your face. I’m sorry.

I’m not alone at my feet. I was laughing, “Why?” I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head, he doesn’t speak, he just gently covers the fingertips that I still see through.

I stopped.

His tail was also confiscated, and he occasionally slipped on my legs, and his ears were raised slightly, with clear eyes, innocent and naive, staring at me.

His eyebrows were a little red, and his cold, insensitive face was a little softer.

I want to make him cry, see his eyes red, and I want him to cry.

The fingertip wound was deep, but his tongue was soft and warm.

Cover me, gently lick.

Like a little beast, giving every naivety and dependency to someone.

I don’t know how long it took him to spit out my fingertips and wipe them out with his tail.

The hairy tail is tipping around my hand, flexible and smooth, like a squirm fish, and I grabbed it unconsciously.

He was bowing his head and rubbing my hands, and he was caught and groaning in a hurry, and he looked up at me.

Ah, the eyes are red.

Too sensitive.

He swayed his tail: “It tickles every time you touch it. I’m sorry.

I let go of my hand and want to laugh, but I can’t laugh, I can’t just laugh, I can’t feel my head. It’s like a king’s eyes are fascinated by beauty.

He had to hold his forehead, avoid his sight, and his voice was dumb: “Enough, not alone.” I’m sorry.

Bruce’s back.

He said that nothing happened to everyone, but that he was fascinated by ghost spirits and fell asleep, and that he could not hear the noises outside.

He’s taken the rest of the ghosts and we’ll wake up.

As for the man in the black robe, the little dragon shook his head and said, “I don’t know who he is, neither can I smell demons nor humans, nor are they humans.” I’m sorry.

“What do we do next?” I’m sorry.

I pushed him, “Go find another chair and sit down.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t, I’m next to you. He said it hard, but he smiled at me and said, “If I get dizzy, I can hold you.” I’m sorry.

I’m sitting in a chair. Who else needs help?

But I can’t beat him, “Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

Then he turned and looked at Bruce and asked, “Is that cunt still there?” I’m sorry.

Little Dragon hesitated: “The ghost was badly hurt, and it’s probably not coming back again for a while.” But that man said there were people behind the ghosts, and he didn’t know what was going on. I’m sorry.

I frowned and said, “Do you mean that Sai Yun is still in danger? I’m sorry.

“Are we gonna stay and get that bad guy out of here? I am not alone in asking questions.

This is exactly what I think, but I have to take into account the reality: “For now, the other side is unknown and the purpose is unknown… It’s like we’re walking in a fog, with no idea, and it’s hard to find out who’s behind them, let alone catch him? I’m sorry.

They listened to me and fell into silence.

“It’s almost dawn.” I’m sorry.

And I followed the past, and I found that the sky was dark, and it seemed like morning light was about to come out.

“It’s difficult, but there’s always a way. I took a shot of my thigh, and I loosed my bones, and I said, “We’re not gonna make it this time, we’re gonna start over again, and we’re gonna wait. I’m sorry.

“That’s right. I’m sorry.

He learned the same thing after all that time.

It’s just that little dragons are always quiet and cold, and they’re always soft, and it sounds like they’re so cute.

Speaking of dialects, it’s hard to laugh, as if it’s deliberate.

I consciously slit my lips.

“Are you sick? “The little dragon stared and sprayed a mist on his own.

But not waved their hands to disperse them, and said, ‘What if you are poisonous, and don’t spit?’ I’m sorry.

The little dragon’s eyebrows are upside down and I’m going to stand up and stop him, whispering, “Well, don’t get mad at him. He’s got a string in his head. I’m sorry.

Little Dragon’s Gas: “Where he is, he is missing a brain. I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes, yes. “I don’t want to nod my head and then push him out, “Let’s go back to the house for a rest and be tired all night…”

“Why me again? Did I piss you off again? “You’re getting mean, I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry.

I pushed the dragon into the corridor: “Don’t talk to him, don’t talk to him.” I’m sorry.

Little Dragon was just angry, but knew that he was not alone, so he threw his sleeves at him.

I look back and see: “O you, one day will be beaten.” I’m sorry.

“I am not afraid!” He came to hold my hand and said the other day, “Doesn’t a man and a woman have a relationship?” And now he is increasingly defiant.

Of course I knew he didn’t mean anything else, so I let him take it and walk towards our place.

He held hands and shook.

“What are you happy about? I’m sorry.

And he asked, “Ah, am I happy?” I’m sorry.

I pointed to the horn of his mouth, “You’ve been laughing, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

“Hey. He touched his face, and he kept smiling, and he said, “Since he was with the tummy, his mouth was laughing, and I didn’t know why, and he felt like he was up. I’m sorry.

I’m a little lost in the face of his overconfident enthusiasm.

Then he coughed two times, then he pulled his hand out, and walked, and said, “Oh, I’m so sleepy and tired. I’m sorry.

“Why is it so fast?” I can’t hold you anymore…

Because I don’t want you to!

That’s what I’m thinking, but I didn’t dare to say it, because once I say it, the fool will always ask.

Why don’t you let me hold hands?

Can we hold hands?

Are you sick?

But a lot of things… can’t really be explained too clearly.

You can’t just tell him that holding hands with you feels like jumping, right? God knows I don’t even have a heartbeat.

Then he held my hand again, and he held it even tighter: “Don’t go too fast, you’ll lose your head and your strength. Walk slowly, I will hold you.” I’m sorry.

He’s serious, and I suddenly want to laugh and find out that my fears are so many that I can’t justify being alone.

He was so naive that in the fox family, it was normal for people close to each other to bite each other’s tails and roll over the grass.

Just holding hands.

“Well, I’m going slowly. I’m sorry.

He took me all the way to the door of my room, and he let me go, and he had a look on his face.

“What now? “I’m really tired, okay? I’m sorry.

“We haven’t slept with each other for a long time. I’m sorry.

And We stood still, and looked at him a little, but there was nothing to say.

He’s still begging, “Can I sleep with you?” I’m sorry.

“Why do we sleep together? * I wrinkled, very confused *

He said, “We used to sleep together. I’m sorry.

“That’s because you lied to me, you’re the Emperor, I’m the Queen, the Emperor and the Queen are married, so we can sleep together. Speaking of which, I pointed at each other, “You, me, us, not husband and wife, can’t sleep together, okay? I’m sorry.

“Oh, okay. * He seemed disappointed and had his head down, and if he had ears, he would have pulled it.*

I think he got it, and he was relieved, like a mother who was being chased by a child and asked how she was born.

Turning back into the house, closing the door, and listening to him in the back: “What do we do to be a couple?” I’m sorry.

It’s as natural as always, as if it’s just the 108 ways of talking about pheasant.

But I almost fell flat and turned my head, and he was looking at me. The eyes were very common brown, long eyelashes blinked — no shame.

For the first time I put on a cold face and started saying, “We can’t do it, we’re closer to each other than our best friends, we have to be in many places.” But you’re a male, I’m a female. I’m not even of the same sex. I’m sorry.

So you died sleeping with my heart.

I’m holding this.

After that, I immediately closed the door and gave him no further opportunity to ask questions.

I don’t know what kind of expression it is. Anyway, I put my tired body on the bed, groaned, closed my eyes and slept.

Chae-yun, though no longer in a life-threatening state, was struck by a ghost and fell into a constant coma.

Dr. Lee can’t keep this from me.

We had to tell him about the ghost, and Dr. Lee, after listening, was wrinkled and worried.

The young dragon has been trained in the world to know that human beings are always afraid and afraid of ghosts, and that it’s not easy to be considerate: “We’ve been planning to help, and Saiyun will be fine.” I’m sorry.

Dr. Lee lamented, and looked down to touch her daughter’s sleeping face, and said, “I’m afraid it’s too much to deal with, and it’s too bad if you’re in trouble. I’m sorry.

And We were busy consoling: “Dr. Lee, without telling thee, both my brothers are a bit of a magician and a very good man. Besides, we should have been grateful to you for so long. I’m sorry.

Dr. Lee shakes his head, saying, “Alas, it’s not just our town, it’s not just our guests from outside the town who say that people are afraid to walk around at night because of the recent events. I’m sorry.

We all listened to it for a while, after all, the three of us had first arrived, had little knowledge of the human condition and had little to say to Dr. Li.

So just promise Dr. Lee that nothing will happen to Chae-yun.

Dr. Lee gave Saiwon a pulse and went to fry medicine.

Bruce had tried to stop it, because Saiyun had suffered from the loss of his soul and the usual medicine had no effect on her.

But I shook his head gently, suggesting that he was going by Dr. Lee.

After Dr. Lee left, Bruce asked, “Why did you stop me? Those pills don’t really work for Chai-yun. We have to come. I’m sorry.

And I listened patiently and explained: “I know.” But Dr. Lee, as the father of Saiyun, must have been anxious to do something for her, although the medicine was useless, at least to comfort her. Why should we stop it? I’m sorry.

Little Dragon barely accepts that and nod his head: “Well, you can do whatever you want. I’m sorry.

“Something’s happening. “Is it because of the thinning of the six walls that the leprechauns are coming out of their own territory?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know much about this, but I can only look at Bruce and ask him his opinion: “What do you think? I’m sorry.

“Probably. It was rare for the young dragon to agree with him when he put his hand on the belly of Saiyun and treated her with his magic, saying, “It was a great gift that the great God of Tsaco opened up the heavens and the earth without them, and that the woman who created the earth and the earth gave her birth.” I’m sorry.

And he lamented: “But with a people, all kinds of shadows were born, when people were mixed up and disorderd, and sometimes strange. After hundreds of thousands of years, the Emperor was above, dividing the six sides and building the barrier with the strength of the gods. And then it’s been — oh, 60 million years. I’m sorry.

I can’t help but wonder, “Why didn’t the Emperor do this from the beginning? I’m sorry.

It’s not like you can’t get in the way, but you can’t get out of the way. I know!

But I didn’t talk to him on purpose, just looking at Bruce.

Little Dragon Dow: “Because the Emperor did not exist from the beginning. I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah?”

And Little Dragon scratched his head: “The emperor of heaven knows not how he came forth, or he appeared for no reason. Perhaps he was a tree, a flower, a rock, and one day he was suddenly hoarded, and he became a fairy.” I’m sorry.

And even more, We wonder: “Then how do you know that he is the Emperor?” I’m sorry.

“Ah, I don’t know, I haven’t seen him, but I know.” I’m sorry.

When I heard this, I suddenly had a question in my mind: how can the six-front barrier get thinner after all these years?

But when Dragon’s treatment was over, he withdrew his hand, and I threw it away and asked, “What’s up? Is she better?”

Little dragon wrinkled: “Good is better, but she has to slow down, after all, the body of a mortal, and I’m afraid she’ll wake up with something wrong.” I’m sorry.

I looked closely at the face of Saiyun, and it was still a little white and a little light.

She’s like a statue now, not angry.

I put my hand in the blanket for her, and on such a hot day, covered with so many covers, her hands were not warmer than my hands.

It makes me even more sad to find out.

And do not move to my side, and rub my shoulder with your face: “Don’t be sad, Saiwon will be well.” I’m sorry.

And I knew that he was kind enough to comfort me, so I answered, “Well, I know. I’m sorry.

“More ghosts appear at night, these days we must wake up in case something happens. Little Dragon stood up and looked at it, “You too, don’t sleep too much.” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m easy to wake up…”

Little Dragon grunted and turned away.

He sat with me, but suddenly thought of something, and stood up, and said to me, “I’ll go out and come back.” I’m sorry.

Then he went out in a hurry before I answered.

I watched him rushing into his back, and I was confused, but I followed him.

But he’ll be back soon. He hasn’t been back for a long time.

Dr. Lee closed the door and stopped visiting for a while, fearing that people would talk and behave.

In the hospital, apart from the three of us, there are only Dr. Lee, Saiyun and the cook, and Saiyun is in a coma.

So, at the time of the meal, everyone was gathered outside the Chauyun room to see her at any time.

But this night, not alone at the table.

I looked at the dragon across the street.

He doesn’t really need to eat every day. He sits here and just pretends. I can count how many grains of rice in his bowl.

He is not the largest eater in the heavens and earth, and never saw him eat less.

Dr. Lee spoke before me: “Why didn’t Mr. Long come? I’m sorry.

I looked at Bruce and waited for him to answer.

“Little Dragon: He had a lot of pastry this afternoon, and he’s not hungry yet, and he’s eating. I’m sorry.

His tone and his face are as usual, but I can see that there’s something wrong with him.

I’m sure it wasn’t because I ate too much.

His appetite has always been good, not to mention a few cakes, but to eat a few chickens, and not to go to a diet.

But Dr. Lee did not doubt him, and said, “Well, if it’s bad, then come to me and get me some of the grams.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, Dr. Lee. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe I didn’t look at you.

What do I care?

“What’s wrong with you? Why were you staring at me?”

Who knows, the attitude of the dragon is so strange, it’s like being silent, it’s like biting his teeth: “I beat him up.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think of that, but I was careful to ask, “What happened? Why are you fighting? I’m sorry.

“Oh, my God, he’s–” And Bruce grabbed his head, and he was like, “You stay away from him. I think something’s wrong with his head. I’m sorry.

“Isn’t he always like this? You know his character. Why are you taking him seriously? I’m sorry.

“He’s really sick! Little Dragon fell apart, grabbed my shoulder and shook it, “You know, he said he was going to marry me! I’m sorry.

“Ah, aah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. I’m sorry.

“Men and wife!” Little Dragon opened me up in circles, and looked like he was so mad, he came out of Saiwon’s room today, and he followed me for half a day and suddenly asked me if I could be married. I’m sorry.

“And then you hit him? I’m sorry.

The young dragon was staring at me with surprise: “Shall we not fight?” And then he said, “I don’t know where he came from. I’m sorry.

He said, “He shakes his head and denies himself: “He is a fox himself. How could he?” I’m sorry.

Where did that come from? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

God, it’s not really because of me, is it?

I said you can’t be married if you’re not the same sex.

I smiled a bit, “That you didn’t do too hard, did you? I’m sorry.

“No dead.” I’m sorry.

And I nod my head: “Good, good. I’m sorry.

Sneaking away from my little dragon’s eyes in fear of exposing my identity as the culprit.

But when Bruce came up with something, he stopped me and said, “Yes, Sze, why did you go so fast? I’m sorry.

I’ve come a few steps, and I can’t hear it back: “Ah-ha-ha. I’m just, that’s… sleepy. Yeah, sleepy. I’m sorry.

“Why are you acting so weird? Little Dragon came from behind me and looked at me face to face and looked at my face.

“I’m all right, it’s no surprise I’m just so obstinately aware that he’s not right.

I looked back and almost lost my soul. Why are you holding your neck so long? I’m sorry.

Little Dragon’s body was still there, but his neck was stretched by air so his face could face me.

He doesn’t think of anything, he’s swinging around, and he’s light: “I’m a snake, is my neck a bit strange?” I’m sorry.

It’s not surprising that the snake’s neck is long. I can’t even see where the long one is, but!

You’re a man now, brother!

It’s weird to have a neck so long, okay?

I look down, I’m afraid I’ll go back to my nightmares, and I’ll have no choice. I’m sorry.

“Oh, okay. “The dragon’s head was turned around in the air, and suddenly it shrunk back.

I can almost hear bone skirmishes, squeaking — it’s just so sour.

“I just remembered something. Do you remember how old the dead fox said he was when he entered the mirror? “Little Dragon finally moved and came and spoke to me himself.

My eyes were always staring at his neck, thinking for a while, and he answered, “He said that when he entered the mirror, it was as if he were a hundred years old. I can’t remember. Why? I’m sorry.

“Hey, I’m not sure, but I think you’re really leaving him.” I’m sorry.

I’m even more confused: “Get away from him.” What’s wrong with him? I’m sorry.

Bruce was very confused, and he hesitated to say, “He might want to…”

But in the middle of it, it stopped and looked back at me.

The first thing I know is that I’m sorry. What a coincidence to be seen again?

I slowly turned around, and I knew I was not alone.

He was standing next to me on the back porch, in the dark corridor, looking to me.

This time, he didn’t turn around like he did the last time, and he couldn’t seem to bet on his face.

But that’s why he’s a little indifferent, always smiling, with a narrow eye, without a smile, and with a slightly picky eye that shows the murky shadow of the fox.

Not alone at this moment, there’s a beauty… too dangerous.

It’s like a blade-lighted, sharp blue, and if the eyes of a beautiful woman lose their hearts and lives.

I felt danger to him for the first time.

So I didn’t make a sound right away, so I tried to ask until I was a little more calm, “No, when did you come?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer. He walked two steps forward to the nightlight.

I saw him with a scratch on his face, with a solid blood color, like a half-turned moon teeth.

So I asked, “What happened to your face?” I’m sorry.

“How did I get hurt? He said again, softly and calmly, and looked down on me, “Don’t you know? I’m sorry.

That’s what he said. I don’t know yet.

Bruce fights with him. It’s still my fault.

In order to avoid any misunderstandings like the previous one, I immediately explained: “What sex did I tell you before to be a husband and wife? Little Dragon is in a hurry. He didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s my fault you’re hurt. What else? Does it hurt? I’m sorry.

“And we were just saying,” I said, “I’m going to go back to Bruce, and I want him to explain it, but who knows?

It’s not moral!

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

“What are you talking about?” Stay away from me?”

…that’s fucked up.

I have no idea how to explain it, but it’s half the story and I don’t know why I can’t be alone.

But now it seems that there is something wrong.

I reached out and tried to pull his hand, but I did not carry it alone, but I turned away and said, “Listen to him, stay away from me.” I’m sorry.

When I didn’t hear it, he passed by my side, and I only had time to shout, “No, I’m not alone.”

But he didn’t even give me a look except for half of his cheek.

I’m standing there. What’s going on?

Night wind, cool shirt.

I went all the way to the room and thought about it.

From the beginning to the end, did I say something wrong?

Is my explanation not timely?

It’s more strange than last time.

The unnamed fragrance that comes from the wind is supposed to come from the garden, summertime, and the flowers.

Even at night, it’s warm and sweet.

The room was right across the street. I looked at it on purpose, no light, no movement.

I wonder if he’s asleep.

For the next few days, we’re waiting for the ghost to come again, except for the day-to-day treatment of the cloud.

Bruce and I were able to make arrangements around the clinic and several of the main rooms, as soon as the ghost came in.

Surprisingly, the ghost did not appear, and the rest of the town was safe, as if overnight the ghost had disappeared.

On that day, she went to see Saiyun at lunch, and she was much better, and was even able to wake up briefly.

The little girl’s voice was like, “Dad…”

Dr. Lee, too, was ashamed of his face, and he held his daughter’s hand and said, “Where else is it? Tell Dad.” I’m sorry.

“I, Cough …” A little white face in Saiyun, but still a little smile, “I don’t feel bad.” I’m sorry.

That’s true, but I can’t help but get my eyes wet.

Sometimes that is the case, even though all fears and frustrations can be swallowed up, one cannot bear the care of others, especially in the face of parents, who suddenly turn from strong adults to vulnerable children.

In the hands of Saiyun, the young dragon drew a charm, with which she did not have to look at her from time to time. Once her spirit was different, the young dragon could see it first.

It looks simple, it’s just a couple of threads, and after a little light, it’s not in the hand of the Chaiyun.

But I couldn’t help but notice.

It’s just that it gives me a sense of understanding.

Have I ever been in contact with this?

“Sister. “I know it was you and the two brothers who saved me. Thank you. I’m sorry.

“Don’t say thank you. We’ve known each other for so long and you’ve taken care of us, and we can’t ignore it. “I’ll bend down and smile softly at her, “You’ll be well, take us out to play. I’m sorry.

Chai-unn’s head was lit, and there was a light in his eyes. I’m sorry.

He looked behind me and wondered, “Why didn’t he see the Dragons?” I’m sorry.

My smile was a moment of rigidity.

It’s normal to be not alone these days, to eat, to drink.

It’s just, it’s a little less talk, and it’s not like it’s ever been like that.

To be honest, he used to be annoying like a kid, and now it’s like he’s suddenly grown up, and I’m a little out of it.

I tried to talk to him about that night, but he either kept his eyes low or he turned away with other things, and in short, he avoided.

The response of the young dragon was particularly dramatic, reaching the point where he could barely come within three steps of me.

But I’ll adjust my face right away: “My big brother, they’ve got things going on out there. Don’t worry, everyone will be fine. I’m sorry.

“I know, I’ve always believed, you’re all good people. Chae-yun said, “And he frowned and looked at me with a bit of fear, “It’s just, don’t argue again, sister. I’m sorry.

“Uh…” I’m sorry, but nod.

If I say something, it’s a bit of a waste.

I left her room with Dr. Lee, and went out to the outside, and Dr. Lee said to me, “Long, there’s a hot spring in the back of the hospital. You’ve been working hard lately. I’ve put some gas in your body, and you have time to take a nap.” I’m sorry.

And when I heard it, I said, “Oh, no, no, no. I’m actually in good health, and that was a small problem. Dr. Lee, you’re welcome. I’m sorry.

“Not at all. Dr. Lee is serious, “The doctor’s parents, even if you’re not Caiyun’s life saver, I’ll do it.” It was only before that that the spring had not been saved, and yesterday it was deposited, so I asked you to take a bath. I’m sorry.

In the end, even if I refused, Dr. Lee insisted that my body was dry, that it looked good, that it was very weak and that a bath would be good.

I couldn’t. I had to go in the afternoon.

I was going to go back to my house and sleep for a while. Who knows that it will be one afternoon, and when I wake up, it will be almost sunset, and the clouds will burn like blood.

I shot my head.

Remembering the pharmacological bath, Dr. Lee was very kind and, having said yes, he couldn’t live up to it.

The back house was not really a real house, rather than the rear mountain, which was more appropriate, moving away from the square, moving deeper and further, through a green bamboo forest, before I finally saw a hot spring.

The hot springs are not large, they are made of gravel, but they are clean and clean.

Dr. Lee must have cleaned it up early, and there was a wooden box next to it, which contained an insulin for bathing.

And I took off my clothes, and I tried to see the tip of my toes, and the spring was hot, but it was not hot, it was warm.

To tell the truth, it’s colder in the evening, and I’m afraid I’ll find it too easy to eat when the sun comes up at noon.

I noticed that there was a large bag of gauze in the water, and that the spring flowed through and washed it, so that it melted into it.

Dr. Lee is so careful.

And I sat in the water, leaning on a rock bank, and the warm water covered every inch of my skin, and the heat rose, and there was a faint breath of bitterness.

It’s full of bamboo leaves, and the evening winds are passing through the forest, and it’s cool.

A bath in such a quiet and restful environment, rather than the effect of the drug, is a pleasure in itself.

I looked down at my abdomen and, without surprise, saw the cyan mark expand a little bit, and under the water’s blistering light, it was about a little bit of gold.

Well, it seems that the ghosts are going to have to step up and go to Shangshan as soon as possible to find a solution.

If there’s a way out.

I’ve just groaned, but I feel wrong, and then I look down, and it turns out that the small gold dot on the mark is not because of the water, but because of the cyanide.

I couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, and see the gold dots coming together into a thin line, woven into a circle… ?

What’s this?

My finger left, and the trail disappeared.

Go touch it again.

Again.

I’ve seen it a little longer, and it’s getting clearer, and I try to remember, since it’s me, there must be a reason.

I’m not in the mirrors for no reason, I’m not dreaming about that woman, and there must be a reason.

In fact, in the middle of it, I always felt that — I shouldn’t be like Bruce, but just a simple stone.

That woman… I closed my eyes and felt her whispering in my ear, so sad and so tolerant.

Don’t trust anyone.

Don’t come back.

We all want you to be a free man.

I don’t know.

I was thinking, “Golden is hot, my mind is splitting.”

And it appeared that I was standing at the top of a mountain, at the edge of a cliff, as if the clouds and the sea were tumbling like a snow mountain, and the earth and the red dust and the strangeness of the mountain.

And in it I felt that there was a big tree with a bouquet of flowers, which I should be familiar with, and I could smell as if it were a secret memory.

At this moment, there is a very long buzz behind us, which is luminous and soft, while the Quartet is being spread as if it were calling.

I turned around under the tree, and I was happy, and I said a name: Spring.

When it is, it is as if even the spirits were lit, the body and the flesh were lit, and none of them suffered from uncharted cracks.

It was like I was kicked out so hard that I went back to reality, but the pain didn’t abate, and I was in deep pain, even with a warm water parcel, like hot oil.

But it’s so drenched that it can’t even climb out of the hot springs that it can barely slide to the bottom.

I had no breath, and there was no harm in sinking water, and when I knew it, I let myself slide.

Forget it. For the time being, just…

But the next moment, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the water: “Pull!” I’m sorry.

The skin was touched, and the pain was even worse.

And We cried, with a sense: Ah! I’m sorry.

He let go of my hand and brought me back to the water, just to hold me back if I could.

After a while, it disappeared, and I didn’t suffer anymore.

Look, he’s on his knees on the shore, and he’s looking at my movements.

This man is not alone.

Of course it’s him.

For some reason, I smiled softly, and then pulled a piece of shore clothing over myself, sank a bit into the water, and sat a little further away with my legs.

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Even if it were to last, my voice could not stop after the pain.

Who the hell carved me a talisman like that?

What I just saw, was it my past memory?

Who are you?

“Your face was painful. * He was so nervous and now he’s getting cold, he pointed at my face, “Why are you crying? I’m sorry.

That’s why I feel so wet in my eyes.

But I just shook my head: “Water, not tears. I’m sorry.

“…Ishisei. * Not looking at me alone, a moment of silence, then calling me by name and name.*

He’s calling it too serious and straight.

It also seems to be alienated.

I feel weird.

It’s been getting strange lately.

Maybe he saw my face, and he asked, “Do you think I’m making another scene?” I’m sorry.

I smell a scent, mixed with a taste of bitter medicine, like the sweet smell on the way back that night.

Huh? Can the fragrance of the garden float so far?

I was distracted, but I answered the truth: “I didn’t.” I’m sorry.

It wasn’t a smile, it was short, I couldn’t tell what it meant.

He only heard his voice as stinging, with some kind of rage: “and lies.” I’m sorry.

As soon as his words were completed, I felt the wind passing through my eyes, the water drops down and melts into the water.

“You always lie to me, always lie to me. “No matter what you do, the first person you think of will never be me.” Are you happy?

You’re not alone without the wind that happens.

He accused me while he used his power to shed tears for me.

“No, you’ve been… really weird lately. “I’m not very sober, my sweet breath is so dazzling, I’m so immersed, I’m a little anxious to say, “I never thought I’d make fun of you, I didn’t trust you. But there’s something you have to say, and if you don’t, I really can’t guess. I don’t want you to be angry for some reason I don’t know, or with you…

“I said, do you hear me?”

No one’s ear came out and stood straight above his head.

I was pushed closer and closer by an invisible force until he could meet me.

He’s close.

The eyes are also turned into chalk.

As if I had been compelled to nod my head: Say thou! I’m sorry.

His eyes were red, and his tears were hanging at the end of his eyes, and the eyelashes there were so long as to be like tail feathers, and as if a pair of them were not weeping, it was as though they had suffered a great burden.

I almost thought he was going to hold me like before.

I feel like I’ve been held in my waist, but I’m not alone in my hair. He’s just closer.

There’s almost one piece of paper between me and him.

His eyes will swallow me up, and then We will hear his voice cold and light, as a command, as a plea.

“I want you to be closer to me. I’m sorry.

I turned my head and looked at him and said, “You smell so good. I’m sorry.

The eyelashes were flashing, and I noticed that his throat slipped.

And the next minute, he took the paper between us… His lips fell on my lips.

He kissed me.

It really smells like it’s not alone.

So warm, so sweet.

It’s so beautiful, it’s so distraught.

Not alone in a kiss. How can you say that?

He only stopped at the very beginning and licked my lips carefully.

He rolled me out of the water with his tail, and I almost sat on it. I can’t believe a hairy tail like this can bear my whole body.

The tail was raised a little, and I was slightly higher than him, and he was kneeling on the ground and kissing me on his head.

And I saw his eyes flowing out of the water, and flowing towards me.

He seduced me, without realizing it, that I might give more.

It’s probably a fox’s race gift.

The next minute, he showed his second tail behind him, and I was surprised to see it open.

He really has two tails! I wasn’t wrong!

I asked him, “You…”

But he only rolled me with his tail and put me in his arms, but did not embrace me.

The sun fell like blood, from the shadows of the trees, and he raised his eyes slowly, and a light red light was laid on his eyelashes.

And his eyes were not lost, and he reached out to me, and whispered, “I want to hold you.” I’m sorry.

And I snuggle, and I can only follow his signal and open my arms. I’m sorry.

His hand grabbed my waist and held me tight.

I was soaking wet in the water, and the clothes I had just wrapped up on my skin, and his hands were near me and his hands were warmer than his tail.

He kept kissing my face and whispering.

I’m sorry. I was so mean to you that day. You’ll forgive me, won’t you? I heard you say stay away from me, and I’m so sorry I came home crying for so long.”

I remember the night he was so cold and… oh, no wonder. So you left so fast because you couldn’t hold your tears?

“I forgive you…”

As if we were no longer in the depths of the bamboo forest, we were in the wilderness plains.

The wind frowns endlessly, and I just want to drown in the warm embrace, and let him ask for it.

I’m not alone.

So when he said, “Don’t leave me and stay with me, okay? I’m sorry.

I hardly hesitated at all.

His mouth is full of smiles, his eyes are dark and green, his eyes are dark, his eyes are dark, he kisses me, and he says, “You’re so beautiful, you hold me.”

His kiss became tougher, and he kept running on my lips and I was almost drunk.

But the next moment, a white light piercs the peace of the place, and the bamboo branch breaks, and the sound of crack.

I was shocked, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the little dragon’s coat coming out of nowhere, and my face bursted and yelled at me, “Ishiki!” Wake up!”

No one singles out a tail to crush the snowlight, turn his head and shout at the dragons — the beasts of anger.

Sharp, violent and inviolable.

The dragon stood a few steps away and whispered, “You don’t have to scold my voice…Die fox.” I’m sorry.

Then he waved to me, “Ishiki, come here. I’m sorry.

I wiped my lips, kissed too much, and it stings.

I’m also aware that something just happened.

It’s not just an obsession.

I feel like I’m being compelled.

So he took his feet and went to the dragon, and he asked, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

But just as soon as he took a step, he was pulled to his wrist.

My back hit on the unsolved chest and he took a shirt and put it on me — drying me up with wet clothes.

He did not look at me, but took me in his arms, and I looked up and saw only his tweaked jaw.

“I’m not here to rob you. Calm down. You’re not awake. Look at her. I’m sorry.

I do feel exhausted and sleepy, out of the drunken mood I just had.

“She won’t go anywhere.” I’m sorry.

I also looked to Bruce and asked, “How’s Bruce?” I’m sorry.

“He’s got a second tail and he’s about to start having an affair!” Then he yelled, “Damn it! It’s a nine-tail fox! I’m sorry.

“I’m sober, I said to stay with me… right? * And it was only when I looked down at me that I noticed that his eyes were so narrow, and the rading of his eyes was an unknowing *

Hey! You don’t look sober!

Get that stupid fox back!

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