Oasis West, where Siam-Sween Witch resorts.
There’s a god, there’s a god, there’s a saint, there’s a witch.
They arrested me for blasphemy.
To be precise, it was an attempt at desolation.
“Why are you always so naughty?” I’m sorry.
And We fled from his touch, full of loathing, and the silver crown of the head, as I swayed, made a crumb.
Watching his palms rubbing on my silver crown, suddenly his heart was free.
“The blind. “I hate you, I hate you.” I’m sorry.
The man in front of him was not angry. He simply opened the chains that were trapping me and took me behind my back.
This road has gone so many times that he has not been able to walk half the way he said: “He is a bad child.” I’m sorry.
I bit him in the back of the neck, my teeth pierced his skin, and my tongue tasted the sweet smell of rust.
No reaction at all. He’s used to it.
I can’t kill him. I have to do something to make me feel comfortable.
The twilight never stopped.
He said…
“Wood is my bad boy. I’m sorry.
“Wood”
One.
I’m blind.
From the moment I remember, he was.
No strength, no long life, no unprovoked favouritism, all of which comes at a price.
Pleasant out of his eyes.
But he is the god of the Siam Shaitan.
He is God, God, how can he not have eyes?
God needs a saint.
So I became his eyes.
But it does not seem that my help is needed, that my eyes are not visible, and for him, it has not had much impact.
I exist more to call him not lonely.
People believed in him, admired him and built for him a glorious temple.
The temple can’t hold.
I’m stuck in the hole.
Two.
“Aw! Good girl. I’m sorry.
And in the room where the night bells send forth a bright light, and they hold me in comfort: soon there will be no pain, no pain. I’m sorry.
Half an hour ago, he just broke my arm.
I’m sweating. I can’t feel anything but pain in my left hand.
He did it on purpose.
I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid of pain.
But he did not hesitate to break my left hand.
I’ve softened my voice and I’ve been sulking and calling him, “Aw!
And he bowed his head against our forehead: “Woods are good.” I’m sorry.
“This is punishment. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, I’ve been so angry, I’ve been so arrogant and annoying.
And half a hour passed, and his fingers passed through my left arm, and he disappeared when the pain was unbearable.
It’s like a dream.
I should have been used to the pain he gave me, but I couldn’t.
I envy everything in the world that makes me happy, and I fear what causes me pain.
I will not change what is born of evil.
I didn’t have to be so careful to punish me, I didn’t have to prepare another room.
The followers of blasphemy will be thrown into the cliffs of God, and will suffer from infestation.
How dare they.
I’m looking at the side of the twilight, the twilight.
“I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
But in that case, it seems…
I am the one who deserves to be devoured by insects.
III
The gods don’t eat people’s fireworks, and so does the platinum.
And though I am a holy woman of the Siam, I am a child of the flesh, and I am not free as he is.
And he will not allow me to stain the outside.
Every time I was hungry, he cut his skin and fed it with the blood of the gods.
Since then I have not seen anything else, but my heart, and remembering that he is my food alone.
Only the blood of God will fill us with famine.
Me, when I was a child, only the blood of a thin lips would suffice.
And the wound of his fingertips heals quickly, but I keep holding his finger, and he will not let go except with me.
Then I grew older, fingertips, wrists and necks, and it became harder and harder to reach.
An empty temple facing the same face day and day.
Life has been repeated for more than a decade.
I’m tired.
But I couldn’t help but hate him and rely on him.
He kept me locked up and stopped me hungry.
He raised me, taught me how to make, how to control, how to recognize Siam and how to worship.
And he sat barefoot by the windows of the temple, with me young in his arms, and the wind and sand covered an oasis and a round of red sun.
He held his camel’s nails, and his long fingers touched the words that had been carved on them, his eyes were dim, his eyelashes were long, his face was low to me, and he showed a moment of tenderness, and he took it away.
“Wood. I’m sorry.
He had a low voice and softly called me.
“Good boy. I’m sorry.
He is the Shaman of Siam.
And I’m his saint.
Four.
I don’t like my contacts outside the house.
He can’t see, and in order to make sure I’m still with him, he holds me in his arms.
I sometimes in his arms, sometimes on his back.
But I can still breathe.
The power of the Zen came from the gift of the true God, and every ten days he would spare a moment to worship the true God.
No one can disturb me, including me.
If I ignore the silver chains on my ankles, I think I am free at this time.
The temple forbids people to come near, but occasionally some of the incompetent children slip away to play, and they are free, I envy them.
So I called them through the windows.
Play with me.
I’m lonely.
But he found out, there’s nothing to hide from him in this desert.
The cost of touching the outside world is heavy, and I’m afraid of anything, I’ll be punished for whatever.
But I’m so lonely, even though this time I’ve been punished, and I’ve been in pain, but the next time I see them, I can’t help but ask, “Go play with me…”
And then again and again and again.
Allow me to offend him with disrespect, and I will not let my anger spill on him, but I will not allow my rebellion against him.
I hate his control.
But he’s too powerful to rule me.
We prayed daily, hoping that one day we would truly flee him.
God has mercy.
I have to get out of this.
Five.
There are countless bones in the temple.
It is written about many cultures, intenseness and prophecies.
Maybe there’s something I want on the nails.
He never stopped me from looking at them, so long as I was not in the temple, he could let me do anything.
Finally, I got what I wanted on 13,47 blades.
There’s no other way out of God.
Only–
Holy shit.
Six.
It doesn’t seem surprising.
He’s always kind of lightheaded, and it doesn’t seem like a big deal.
However, it is true that whatever way I come up with, it is not for him.
Those wounds that have been cut with a blade heal at an eye-to-eye rate and become the same as before.
And he only thought that I was just playing with him.
Until the day of the prayer, when We will bite the veins of his neck in front of the people.
They arrested me for blasphemy.
Put me in a cage.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve come to the outside world.
He went back to the temple behind my back.
“Three inches in the oasis. I’m sorry.
It was not the first time that he was standing by the window, lashes down and whispering.
And then he turned around and his fingers rubbed my face.
“What does witch want? I’m sorry.
“I want to get out. I grabbed his hand and shook it, and I said, “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
“If I kill you, I can get out. I’m sorry.
The twirls seem to grieve for me, but their voices are tender.
He said, ‘But did He think that he would be hungry without the gushing?’ I’m sorry.
“He doesn’t like to starve. I’m sorry.
Yeah, that’s right.
I hate to go hungry, without the tummy, it’s impossible.
“What should we do? “I have some trouble, but there is a way for the Qur’an. He is God, the Shaman of Siam. He knows everything.
“Ooh. I held him around the neck and begged, “Tell me what to do. I’m sorry.
Smile.
“Good. I’m sorry.
VII
He promised me his heart.
“Eat my heart. I’m sorry.
And I lay down on his back, licking the wound of his neck, and watched it heal quickly, and heard him say, “We are not hungry.” I’m sorry.
Ate your heart, so you’re not hungry?
“Then dig your heart out for me. I’m sorry.
I hastened, and I couldn’t wait to touch his chest and feel his heart’s encouragement.
Just eat his heart and I’ll never be hungry again.
He never lied to me.
But he refused.
Grab my hand and insist that I wait, “Wait for the day when I’m 16. I’m sorry.
I’m a little disappointed.
But I have no other choice but to wait for my heart to be dug up willingly.
As I remember, I have one hundred and thirty-four days left.
“Only one hundred and thirty-four days. * And comfort me * I’m sorry.
I believe him.
I did give everything but to leave the temple.
His heart, of course, belongs to me.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
And with his head, and with his cheeks, We bestowed praise upon him.
“You’re very kind to Ophelia. I’m sorry.
VIII
Time passes day by day.
Every day he stands in front of a window, and while he can’t see, he looks away.
“Three inches in the oasis. I’m sorry.
“Five inches in the oasis. I’m sorry.
“Two inches in the oasis. I’m sorry.
“In the oasis seven inches. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
His face was not sad, as if it were ordinary.
I don’t care how many inches I’ve lost in the oasis today, but nothing but the heart of a man.
I didn’t want to be a saint myself.
That’s weird.
How could a selfish man like me be his saint?
I looked at him.
The hyena is a god, and his face is beautiful, and the first feeling of beauty in my life is from him.
His body is perfectly well-balanced, and I sense the sound of blood flowing in his lower skin veins.
I also know that blood in the waist is much more sweeter than elsewhere.
I’m willing to give anything, even though I don’t know why.
Probably for being lonely.
He held me like a baby.
And I heard him ask me: “Will he be with him after he has eaten the heart of the twilight?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think about it.
Without heart, will he die?
I got the heart. Want to leave?
He doesn’t know. He asks him, “No good.”
What difference does it make to leave the temple?
I looked at the gill.
And he is still the same, but I have some troubles: “Aw, Ophelia doesn’t know.” I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.
And touch my head, and comfort me with a warm voice: “It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know.” I’m sorry.
“Wood got what he wanted. I’m sorry.
“As a price…”
“Sow will be with you for a long time…”
Nine.
I don’t know if I want to leave the Queen.
I was sick of him and I couldn’t see him any longer.
But he’s so pretty.
I love pretty things. He looks like a very nice guy.
And when he didn’t control me, he was pretty.
♪ Bang, bang, bang ♪
I slightly repeated his name, and he was holding my hand.
It seems like there’s something in the heart, and the face comes to me, and the eyes are empty and thin.
“Wood, what are you thinking?”
I shook my head, and my voice was squirming, “I was wondering if I should not leave the squirm.” I’m sorry.
It was no surprise, but he continued to ask me, “Did the witch have a plan?” I’m sorry.
“No.”
I sneered, and I repeat: “Wood didn’t think well. I’m sorry.
Somehow, it suddenly occurred to me that a long time ago, I was given a beautiful worm with many fine and tiaras on its back.
He’s a good boy.
I love it.
It was raised day by day, and it was fed with its own hands, and it was placed on my shoulder to receive prayers from the people.
But soon I got bored.
‘Cause Zip sent me another bug.
The second worm is all pale and blue, and the light is clear.
It’s a different kind of beauty.
And I was repulsive, and loathed the first of them.
He said, “If I don’t want the first one, put it back on the cliff.”
But I’m not going to let go.
Even if I don’t like it, it still belongs to me.
But then I got nothing.
There’s no beautiful first, and there’s no beautiful second.
Even Ziu Zhu broke my ankle.
I’m in the mood of the two worms.
But… . . ..is not a worm.
And there’s no second one.
Besides…
I’ll find something as beautiful as him when I leave.
Ten.
But soon, I made my decision.
I don’t want to be with her.
Even if he’s so pretty, he’ll be different.
Eleven.
Time goes by so fast.
He said I’ve been good lately.
They’re not arguing to go out, they’re not looking at the kids outside.
I nodded my head, but I didn’t want to make peace with you: “O Zhi Wei is the sweetest of all.” I’m sorry.
So…
You have to be the best and the best.
The heart of the twilight is mine, but only the heart of the twilight.
XII
I got out of control once.
And I don’t know why.
Remembering nothing but the hunger and thirst in the abdomen, which caused me to fall down and to bite the skin of his neck, and to swallow his blood without knowing it.
Zen didn’t reject me.
He showed his arms submissively.
So I bit him in the arm, in the light cyanide, and blood flowed.
But not enough.
But it’s not that there’s enough blood.
I need something else.
Pow, pow.
He sat on a silver throne, and We were in his arms.
I put my hands on his face, and he’s so nice, I love it.
# And the gills #
His eyelashes moved, softly responding to me, “Hmm? I’m sorry.
If it’s sweet, I’ll just open my mouth, and there’s no cucumber. I’m sorry.
“Your eyes, like the moon. I’m sorry.
Say I kissed his eyes.
Then the cheeks, the nostrils.
Then I saw his lips, and he was amazing in my eyes.
“The lips of the radiant like the sun. I’m sorry.
After that, I bow my head and gently mark his lips.
Zips closed their eyes.
My hand reached into his white robe.
I don’t know.
When I woke up, I was still lazy in my arms.
And what happened last night was forgotten by me, and I can’t remember.
Touch my long hair.
“Wood, what a bad boy. I’m sorry.
“Don’t remember anything…”
XIII
I was 16 years old.
He wore a white robe, put on my silver crown and led me out of the temple himself.
I only knew that the City of Siam was so rich.
The people fell on their knees on both sides of the road and took me to the centre of the oasis.
Here’s a little lake.
Somehow, oasis has become so narrow.
I looked around, and the wind was like a wall, and the cage covered the sky, and covered the sky.
On the left is the sun and on the right is the moon.
But I don’t care.
Whether it’s the sun or the moon.
They have nothing to do with the witch.
The only thing in the heart of the Shaitan is a twilight.
“Pip, pip. I was rushing, “Give me your heart. I’m sorry.
Laughed, didn’t promise immediately.
He turned and said to me,
“Come on. I’m sorry.
I followed him into the lake and went to the centre of the lake, where he stopped.
The moon in the sky bends.
The full moon of the lake.
The Democrats cut open his chest.
Take out his heart.
Like pearls,
Or like the sun?
XIV
I am not a god.
Even the hysteria.
But I saw the heart of God with my own hands.
Not pearls, not suns.
The heart of God is light.
It’s full of light.
I swallowed the heart of the tummy, filled not only with the belly, but also with my chest.
For 16 years, there has not been a day when, as at this very moment, the pain and the burning caused by hunger and thirst have not been felt.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m full.
It’s true that he didn’t lie to me and ate his heart, and he never again felt hungry.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
I scoundrel, “You’re so nice to Weaver. I’m sorry.
The voice just fell, and the twig suddenly held me.
“Wood. I’m sorry.
He whispered to me.
“Remember the price promised. I’m sorry.
Cost?
At what cost?
I don’t have a heart, but I’m still alive.
I don’t want to be with the Zen for a long time, and the witch will leave and do what he wants.
Witch is free.
I turned my eyes and buried my head in the chest.
He seems to believe me, and the arms are coming down.
# And the gills #
And We called him gently, and drew his hand slowly upon his chest, and at a certain point suddenly he worked hard to earn, and tried to push him away.
But I failed.
The more I struggled, the more he held.
Let go of me!
My heart is filled with a blaze of ridicule, and hidden in it is fear and panic.
What’s he doing?
The brain is clamouring for me to run, but the body is trapped in the arms.
What do we do?
The wind and sand are growing, and I’m wailing and my fingertips are growing.
I looked at my finger knife, and I didn’t hesitate to put it in the chest, one at a time.
The blood was not left, and the gills were not let go.
He just looked at me with mercy.
It’s like looking at a child who’s angry because he doesn’t get candy.
I don’t know what I want to do, but I’m scared.
It’s probably an acute sense of danger.
He’s dangerous.
He wants to leave him.
The mind’s crazy drumming, only two warnings.
But I didn’t get a chance to escape.
He held me and took a step back, he fell back, and took me with him into the lake.
I am like a drowning man, and I feel no suffocation.
I can only watch the lake get away from me.
There is a deep, deep hole in the middle of the lake, where Zilong stands.
Reach out, I want to catch something, but I don’t.
And I, along with the Quil, are sinking into this hole where the sun is not visible.
Why can’t I escape from the temple?
He’s a god.
Why?
And in the morning, it seemed to me that I heard it whispering in my ear: “Woe, be good, stay with her for a long time…”
Scorpion.
Holy Virgin Witch.
And from that day not see the heaven,
More than a hole.
[Scoffs]
One.
He actually knew about the child.
Zilong stood in the center of the lake.
One step is a deep hole.
On the left side of the day is the sun, on the right side is the moon, and the people are standing around the lake and waiting.
It will soon come to this world, is it him or her?
I don’t know.
He asked the true God before he came, and he left only a pitiful look in between vain time and space.
The low tremors at the bottom of the lake and the humongous sound of the hole appear to be pre-delivery pain.
It’s coming.
The body was buried in the lake, and there was a vortex in the lake centre, but it was not violent.
A quarter of an hour later, the vortex faded, and the Elm stood up with a baby from the lake.
The clan cheered.
Their deity has finally met his own saint.
Step by step, walk into the temple.
It’s a girl.
The little baby in her arms was naked and her finger was cut and put in her mouth.
Feeding with blood.
He sleeps in the arms of a saint, and of an evil nose.
Two.
The eyes of the twilight do not see.
And it is He who took his eyes for sacrifice to the true God, and He gave him a heart of light.
So he’s not invisible.
It’s just people look with their eyes, he looks with his heart.
He watched the baby grow up with his heart.
She calls the little devil a witch, because she’s always got big eyes and she’s making a “hoo-ho” sound.
Poor and cute.
The devil’s skin is full of lies.
The hyena is God, but it is only half God, and he can’t be cruel and pitiful like God.
He can’t let the clan go, and he won’t kill Shao.
Even though he seemed extremely harmless, it was clear to him that he lived under the skin of a demon.
He chose to leave the child.
For no reason.
Just because he wants to.
Perhaps everything has long been written into words.
And the Shaitan –
Just lonely for too long.
III
Winds and sands continue to erode.
The devil came to oasis.
It’s not dying.
It’s hungry in its belly.
It’s screaming, singing, dancing, dancing.
It feeds on blood.
It rejoices with killing…
The lake is dry, the grass is yellow.
God loves people.
We will eventually be abandoned by the great God.
We lost our happy homes.
We’ve broken into hundreds of bones.
Dear God, we are your faithful.
You are the moon, you are the sun.
You have the saddest eyes in the world.
You have the most ruthless heart in the world.
Darkness eventually triumphs over light.
Siam’s no more worms.
And in the far west,
No more oasis.
Four.
A long time ago, when he was young, he gave her a worm.
It’s beautiful and complex.
Watching her day by day, she nursed her hand and put it on her shoulders, receiving prayers from her people.
So he sent her another beautiful worm.
Ziwei knows that witch likes beautiful things.
But for the first time, he finally felt that he was almost innocent and cruel.
“I don’t like this worm anymore. I’m sorry.
He spoke to him as soon as he received the second insect.
“It’s okay. Smiling softly, “He doesn’t like it, put it back on the cliff.” I’m sorry.
She is an honest child who is clear and forthright and who speaks out how unsatisfied and detestable she is.
Even though she’s always lying about how much she likes to talk.
Put it back?
As if she never wanted to let go, “Why put it back? I’m sorry.
“It’s my thing, Zoo. Why put it back? I’m sorry.
It suddenly became clear that this was the real witch.
Selfish, cold, greedy.
Since then, Zhu has been thinking about changing the witch.
So he said, “No. I’m sorry.
“There can only be one of them, Ophelia. Don’t be greedy. I’m sorry.
But witch is greedy.
She won’t let go of either.
Even though she no longer likes the first, she still wants to possess it.
So the Shaman waved, and cast the first insect on the earth, and then she stretched out her bare feet, and crushed the beautiful and fragile one in pieces.
The bells on the anklets send out a clear moan.
The green water covered with the feet of the Shaitan, but she was unaware.
I wonder how such a soft little foot can crush a beautiful worm?
He also saw a happy and satisfying look on his face, as if he had solved a long-suffering problem.
“Well, that’s good. I’m sorry.
Witches did not know that their actions were cruel.
She just knows she doesn’t have to worry anymore.
And Ochi knew that Hew had no heart, and her love was as light as smoke, as thin as a layer, and spread so quickly.
He crouched down his body, raised the small feet of the Shaman, and purified them with his white robe, gentle and purified.
He’s got a little blue worm in his eyes.
And the worm turns to powder when she touches it at her fingertips.
At the same time, she crushed her ankle.
He knows that he fears pain most.
It’s a punishment for the witch.
But it’s not because she stepped on the worm.
Five.
I’ve raised a witch.
The devil’s nature is unchanging, naive and cruel.
Zhui knows the witch.
He knew that witch’s desire for killing would never stop.
Just as she used to seduce children who had no intention of breaking into the temple while she was worshiping God.
晏奚 allows the witch to vent his grievances.
He took it willingly.
However, it does not allow the Shaman to harm the Siam voodoo people under his protection.
Especially kids.
So when he broke a child’s arm, when he arrived, he cured the child’s wounds and erased his memory.
And then…
He broke his arm.
It’s punishment.
It’s also domestication.
Even if he knew, he would never succeed.
Witch has no heart.
The devil has no heart.
He held her on his back and in his arms.
But it didn’t work. It didn’t work for Weaver.
She’s just bored.
Six.
Witch will eventually grow up.
Ghosts are always ghosts.
I can’t control her that day.
God loves people.
The hyena is God, but it’s just Siam’s god.
So he loves the Siams.
The witch is his holy daughter.
Well, he’s supposed to be a witch lover.
And put the armnails of the Shaitan where he can see them, and think that he will give him a heart.
The Elves want to try, can they tame a demon with a heart?
Witch, will not love him.
Just like he loved her, come and love him.
VII
But it failed.
He found out that evil spirits can’t be tamed.
Nothing can be done.
Even if he’s a god.
Not even.
Over the years, every inch of her bones has been crushed as a punishment when he stretches his hand to another living soul.
But these pains do not make him realize what is right or wrong.
Rather, it increases her fear of him.
The eyelashes fell down, and he didn’t want to, but he had to.
He doesn’t know what to do with the witch.
And then he understood.
The witch is the witch and will never belong to the hyena.
VIII
The more we grow up, the more we starve.
She got out of control once.
On the night of the moon hanging around.
She felt the witch swallowing in her neck, and she was starving.
So he went to the white robe on his arm.
But the witch is not enough.
Her mouth was covered in red, her head was raised slowly, and every inch of her body was viewed with greed, as it was in her own territory.
And let her go wild.
He held his face, boasting how beautiful he was and kissing his face.
She ended up on his lips.
God has fallen.
And the Shaitan is intoxicating, without knowledge, and is in a clear state of decay.
I’m sorry.
Great God, I’m guilty.
Please punish me.
Then…
And please don’t save me.
The followers of the true God chose to sink.
The hand of the Shaman is covered with the chest of a twilight.
Nice fingertips. Drop the veil on yourself.
He was mildly burdened with evil spirits.
This is the sacrifice of the gods.
Nine.
The oasis will eventually disappear in the desert.
I can’t remember how many years I’ve been a witch.
He’s got nothing to lose.
But he is still willing to protect Siam’s last journey.
The real God abandoned Siam.
Elm didn’t.
And gibberish–
He doesn’t want to be separated from Shao.
The temple can’t hold the devil.
Is God okay?
Ten.
And on the day when Shaitan was sixteen, he walked out of that gorgeous temple with him, and saw the frenzied yellow sand around him, as if he was going to swallow the whole of Sishah.
They came to the lake of the birth of the witch, and one step from it was the bottomless hole.
She gave her heart to her.
Witch finally had a heart, but she still didn’t want to be with him.
Seeing her lying down in his chest, with all her eyes full of slyness, and groaning in his heart.
Silly witch.
Even if I let go, you can’t leave.
After all…
My heart is inside you.
I’m not lying.
Indeed, He will not suffer from hunger and thirst again.
But he didn’t say that God’s gift was a curse.
Curse those who have received the heart of God and can no longer leave it.
The witch has the heart of the hyena and can no longer leave it.
This is the price of what was agreed at the outset.
Witch didn’t say no.
Isn’t it?
Eleven.
Go to the birthplace of Shao.
Like seeing her first day.
He picked her up.
And follow her.
From the beginning.
Go back to your place.
This hole is connected to the dark river beneath the ground and is the source of water upon which the Oasis of West Sahara depends.
And he turned his body into a cage.
To be a prisoner, to be confined to God.
I’m not going anywhere.
He’s got a heart in him.
The half gods are immortal.
The same devils are born together.
The hyenas and the hyenas who raised them themselves will sink into the deep lake and stay under the ground and remain separate.
The lake will shrink, but it will never dry up.
With water, there is hope.
The Elves and the Ghosts are entwined, leaving a last refuge for Siam.
“Ow, be good…”
“Stand tight in the arms of the witch, with a strange eye, whispering in her ear, and it’s not clear who the real devil is.”
He said…
“Long and long stay with me…”
Nanji
“…the Shaolin and the Holy Virgins went to the bottom of the lake and protected us the last journey of the Siam Witch. I’m sorry.
“Time has passed, soon, a thousand years have passed and when it’s time to go to sleep, Arlo, why are your eyes open? I’m sorry.
The little girl in the woman’s arms rises up.
“Ammy…”
She’s got beautiful eyes, so sweet, “Is it true that the gods and the saints sleep under the ground?” I’m sorry.
“Aro. Grandma touched Aro’s head, “That’s God’s thing. I’m sorry.
It’s like, “Apa! I’m sorry.
Apa’s got a ravioli bowl in his hand, and he’s looking at Aro.
“The goat milk that’s just squeezed, Aro drinks and sleeps. I’m sorry.
After Aro’s drink, she covered her mouth with a round of milk, and Apa was watching over her until she lay down and closed her eyes and left together.
Arlo didn’t actually fall asleep.
How can she sleep with so many strange thoughts in her little head?
Grandma said that the small oasis in which they lived were once lakes, and the wells on which they now depend are holes at the bottom of the lake.
The devil and the saint live at the bottom of the well.
Aloisine.
She did not tell her mother that on several occasions she had approached the wellhead without telling everyone, but heard their voices.
Holy Mother’s Crying.
Elm sighs.
Sometimes it’s interwoven.
She asked Ursa, she asked Ami if she heard anything.
But they always shake their heads.
Allo knew. Only she could hear it.
Nanji
The Aro family has been assigned ten worms this year.
They’re not pretty, they’re dark, but they’re pretty.
Grandma hid them in a can, in the shade.
The 10 bugs were handed over to Apa’s hand by the chief himself.
Because these years, Arlo’s insects have survived the most.
It’s actually Aro’s.
She was born close to these little things.
According to the elders, Siam had a magic cliff a thousand years ago, raising thousands of beautiful and powerful worms.
Later, it gradually disappeared as a result of sand erosion.
Arlo looks far away.
A thousand years ago, the temples were left with the rubble.
Tighten her fingers, she wants Siam to return to the glory of the past.
Nan San
Arlo never thought that he would see the troops of Nakahara in the desert, and that he would carry with him a man of the great moon.
In order to save his daughter, the Emperor of Delighted the machine to find a place for the Siam Voodoo. At the expense of his return to the city, he sought nothing but the consummation of his heart, and died for his young princess.
This is too tempting to be rejected by the chiefs.
No people can refuse.
The suffering of the mother-in-law is unbearable and can only be accepted by the Siem Reap witches.
And the seed of the child shall be on the Chinese people, and the host of the mother shall also be of Chinese origin.
The Emperor wanted his princess to live longer.
The commander of the army then suggested that they needed a baby with both Siamese and Chinese origin.
The men of big moons sent their message.
The clan is silent.
This means that a Siam witch will be sent to China.
Arlo squeezed his fingers so quickly.
She stood up and saluted the Chief.
“Let me go. I’m sorry.
At this time she’s just 16 years old.
Bugs are born close.
It’s the voice of the Holy Virgin.
This leads Aro to believe that he is the one recognized by God.
She has ambitions.
Arlo took a heart attack and said goodbye to her mother, Apa, and set out on the road to China.
The chief swears against the gods that, when Araud returns, she will become the new chief of the Siam Witch.
Nan Qi
Arlo was placed in the government.
She could not understand the Chinese but knew that her task was to have a child.
It is a good thing that the father-in-law is greedy of her foreign eyebrows, and that in a few cases she has become pregnant, and since then she has given birth, waiting for the child in her belly to land and leaving with the reward promised by the Emperor.
As for this child as a chip, she didn’t think much about it.
Even with his first eyes, Arlo did.
But Siam is even more important.
Arlo wouldn’t choose to stay here for him.
And…
Neither will the Emperor of Delight.
Arlo returned to Siam.
She became the new chief of the clan and, with the help of his family, led the people to rebuild Siem Reap.
Once upon a time, the Episode of God could not return, but Araud rebuilt a pit.
She did not choose to become a wife or mother.
Re-emergence of Siemens is far more meaningful than marriage.
Five.
After many years, she became the queen of the Siam Dynasty, standing at the top of the palace, remembering occasionally the child she had given birth to, and occasionally hearing the breath of the deity and the saints deep below.
Arlo’s hands are united and devoutly looking in the direction of the temple.
It is no longer a ruin.
And she recites it gently,
Great God.
You and the Virgin.
In the end, I didn’t abandon Siam.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
