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Dream Weaver _ Cangyue _ txt Novel Paradise (14th Feb 23 at 2:46am UTC)
And their eyes, appearing in the window of zero every night, watching her and exorcising evil spirits through time and space, made Xiao Yin tremble slightly-she was just a mortal, unable to bear such eyes as exorcising evil spirits. Saint, "to ward off evil spirits, stood in front of the window and spoke from an overlooking angle.". At that moment, his eyes and tone, completely different from the usual time with her, but completely-the tone of God, one hand over life and death, "Please stretch out your hand to take over the new day's" dream volume "and guard the new cloud wasteland." "Thank God for the gift!" All the priests in the temple knelt down and repeated the daily ritual. Xiao Yin was suddenly a little confused: "The volume of a new day's dream?"? Today she didn't write a word at all, where is the newly woven dream that can be given to those gods on the cloud wasteland? To ward off evil spirits is not a dream weaver, how can you promise so lightly? However, she was surprised, but she raised her hand quietly to ward off evil spirits, and a few pages of manuscript paper were lifted from his palm by invisible forces and floated into the air. Xiao Yin suddenly froze: "It's those pages!"! A few pages of that little girl Amy's afternoon daub! The dream-weaver is still surprised that God's hands have begun the process of "turning dreams"-using his power above all things to slowly turn the words that condense the dream-weaver's spiritual power into the volume of dreams! Thin paper floating in the hands of evil, as if by a strange force to destroy, A4-sized paper actually slowly extended. Bigger, thinner.. In the end, it seemed to turn into an endless scroll, flowing like a cloud to the open window. The evil hand held the cloud, but the fingers quickly drew a complex spell. With the direction of his finger, the long scroll like a cloud suddenly shook! A fantastic miracle appeared-the words on the manuscript paper gave off a faint light,Carbon in Pulp, and then one by one, the words emerged from the long scroll and stood in the void. God's fingers manipulate the power of turning over heaven and earth and transforming all things, and those words gradually change and move in midair, turning into scenes of living scenes! Drought, refugees, fires, spies, prayers.. As if infused with vitality, everything is alive, deducing all the joys and sorrows written on the thin pages. It is a dream woven by the hand of the writer and the hand of the God. The long scroll flows into another time and space like a cloud from the hands of exorcising evil spirits, with enough vitality to support the cloud for a day. The golden dream weaved flows down from the open eye of heaven and falls to the top of the white tower of Galan. The saint in the temple of Galan piously stretched out her hand to receive the scroll of dreams from the void. Behind her, there was a dark priest kneeling on the ground. In order to maintain the illusory signs of survival in the dead continent, coltan ore processing ,small gold wash plant, more priests were needed to deal with and distribute these scrolls of dreams. These dreams were scattered all over the world and merged into the hearts of the people who were still sleeping on the cloud wasteland, weaving a new day of illusory life. Thank God for the gift-the cloud wasteland continues because of your willpower. The saint's snow-white hands held the golden scrolls stretching down from the sky and thanked God for his grace in a pious voice. Looking up from the temple at the top of the white pagoda of Galan, the dark blue sky before dawn was surging with clouds and clouds, as if manipulated by tremendous forces, condensing, rotating and inhaling towards a certain point on the top of the temple, and disappearing into a dark hole. On the other side of the black hole, the face of the God appeared: handsome, calm, majestic and unattainable. However, looking down at the white pagoda and the vast land, the face of the God in the sky suddenly showed a trace of loss and compassion, and opened his mouth: "You.." Do you think living like this is really'alive '? "God?" For the first time, the saint looked up in shock when she heard the God speak outside the dream, and the oracle behind her raised his head together-would God ask such a question? Has God also been shaken? A thousand years ago, the disaster came too suddenly, and countless people died in an instant. The power of despair, pleading and prayer that broke out at that moment shocked the world. As the last saint of Yunhuang, she also rushed into the temple, stabbed the idol in the heart with a knife, and put forward the most pious prayer to the patron saint with holy blood: please protect Yunhuang.. Bless the people.. Ask God to continue the existence of this continent. At that moment, the dying saint raised her head and saw the blood-red tears suddenly falling from the eyes of the high idol. God was so moved by the overwhelming despair and prayer that he did not hesitate to go against the cycle of heaven and earth and reach out to protect the land that should have died. In the thousands of years since then, the saints and priests of Jialan Temple have assisted the gods in exorcising evil spirits, creating boundaries and weaving dreams on the sunken land of the deep sea, and using all their power to continue all the dead lives on the sunken land of Yunhuang. However, after thousands of years of survival, facing the exhausted saints and priests, the gods on the clouds appeared for the first time to be shaken and confused, looking at the sleeping continent before dawn. God, every mole ant in this land wants to live! The saint raised her eyes and looked solemnly and piously at the God in the clouds. "We depend on your protection to survive-now, are you going to abandon us?" In the black eyes of God, there was a sudden flash of loss and pain-that was the fragility of mortals. God? The saint was shocked by the change in the eyes of the cloud and blurted out an exclamation. However, in the blink of an eye, the sky is full of wind and clouds, the eyes of heaven are closed, and the face of God has disappeared. When the window was closed, several manuscripts fell from the air-the dream had been completed. Xiao Yin looked at him in surprise to ward off evil spirits, watching him ask such a question to the other world outside the window for the first time. At the moment when the window closed, she clearly saw blood-red tears falling from the eyes of the God. Her angry and troubled heart was suddenly startled, and then miraculously calmed down. She sat in the scraps of paper on the ground,manganese beneficiation plant, staring at the tearful God, and her eyes flashed a complex expression. God's will has always been difficult to ask, and now she knows: to ward off evil spirits. The original is also painful and confused. She held her confused and blank forehead and gave a low wry smile. ore-magnetic-mining.com
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