Manual of Space-Time Interference

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"Ascension!"

"Mighty..."

There is a plaque 'The mirror is hanging high', the yamen on both sides are staring at the tiger's eyes, the killing power stick is dark red like blood, and the county magistrate in front of him is sitting high behind the koan.

"Who plays the drums?"

"Caomin, the king of the Pedrolula Kingdom, representing the 30,000,000 people of the Blue Star, please uphold justice!" The King of Pedrolula Kingdom, who was already waiting in the courthouse, fell to the ground and cried to the county magistrate directly above.

"Prisoner, dialect!"

"Ding, dang, tick..."

With anklets on his feet, he raised his head in a shackled dialect, walked to the court under the constant pulling of the yamen next to him, and then stood beside the king.

"Kneel down!"

The yamen next to him glared at him, and the dialect glanced back contemptuously, then looked at the county magistrate directly above him again, and raised his hands bound by shackles, "What's the crime?"

"Kneel down!"

The yamen next to him shoved, and Fang Yan tilted his head, looked at the yamen who focused his eyes on himself, and said again, "I am innocent, why should I kneel!"

"Kneel down if I tell you to kneel down!" the yamen next to him roared, kicking directly on Fang Yan's leg, and Fang Yan's figure shook, but he didn't fall down.

"I don't kneel to the sky, I don't kneel to the ground, I only kneel to my parents, how can you make me kneel down!" Fang Yan roared, the strange thing was that he didn't think of any resistance.

"Contempt for the court, let's play 20 big boards first!" The county magistrate above roared angrily, and as a token fell, the killing power stick fell firmly on the dialect.

"Bang, bang!"

From the stick to the meat, the dialect let out a cold snort from time to time, coldly looking at the high-ranking official above, his eyes were full of disdain, even though his body was shaking, his legs did not shake at all.

"boom!"

The whole person fell to the ground directly under the force of the back, and the dialect blushed. He turned his head to look at the grieving king next to him, bit his lip, but didn't make a sound.

"Dialect, do you know the sin?"

As the last killing stick was pulled away from Fang Yan, Mr. Guan asked Fang Yan this sentence. Fang Yan looked at it coldly, then smiled, and licked the bloodshot from biting his lip. Gritting his teeth, he replied,

"I, what's the guilt!"

"You slaughtered 30 million people on my planet, yet you dare to claim that you are innocent, you..." The king next to him pointed to the nonchalant dialect, his face turning purple with anger, but he couldn't say the next thing, so he had to face the county magistrate. He kept kowtowing and cried, "Your Excellency must decide for us, for our 30,000,000 wronged souls!"

"My lord, this is a serious crime..." The county magistrate next to him couldn't bear to whisper into the county magistrate's ear.

Raising his hand, the county magistrate indicated that he already knew, then looked at the two people below, and asked, "Is there any witnesses to testify?"

"There are more than 30,000 grievances out there, all of which can prove it. Your Excellency, please be the master of the grass people!"

"Pop! Dialect, the evidence is conclusive, you still don't plead guilty?"

"What sin do I confess, what do I have to do?" Fang Yan raised his head and replied, then struggled to stand up from the ground, and glanced at the king next to him contemptuously, "He, being weak is the original sin, so why am I guilty? ."

"grown ups……"

"Crack!" Gavel collided with the koan again.

"Quiet!" The county magistrate called to the two of them, and he thought of a mighty voice next to him. In a trance, what the dialect saw was not the yamen who were staring at each other, and the county magistrate above the koan had also changed. Appearance, become a monster, become a ghost.

"Dialect, do you know that the crime adds to the crime?" The county magistrate asked.

"If you want to add a crime, why don't you worry about it!" Fang Yan sneered, then turned to look around, and looked outside the county office, "Where are the 30,000 grievances he mentioned?"

Dialect pointed to the outside of the county government office, then turned to look at the county magistrate, and smiled sarcastically, "I'm right, why do you want to be tried, I'm not guilty, why do you have to wear this shackle, who are you, and what do you have? How can He Dehe come to judge me!"

"Sir, please be the master of the grass people..." The king next to him, trembling, crawled to the front of the koan and cried again.

"Me, you can call me destiny, you can call me God, or you can call me 'Heaven', I have the right to judge you!" The county magistrate replied, then looked at the dialect and shook his head, reached out and took out a token , "Obstinate, come here, press down the eighteenth floor of the dungeon, and ask for the execution at noon tomorrow!"

"God, kill this demon, kill this butcher..." the king next to him cried out madly, cried, and said madly.

"I'm not convinced!"

Dialect shouted, but under the drag of the yamen next to him, after a token fell to the ground, and a clear 'click' sounded, it was pressed to the bottomless eighteenth floor dungeon.

No one, dead silence, silent, crying and scolding seem to be entangled in the ears, death and hatred seem to condense in front of him, dialect watching all this, feeling the unknown pain, slowly, the forehead oozes out sweat.

"Come on, I'm not guilty, I'm right!"

He yelled wildly, but it didn't work. He didn't know why he had such a big reaction to the deadly loneliness now, and he slowly shrank to a corner.

"Give my life back..."

"You butcher, you should fall into the eighteenth hell..."

"I'll be waiting for you in hell, as long as you come down, hee hee, a lot of fun!"

"Uncle, why did you kill Nikon? Did Nikon do anything wrong?"

Beside his ears and in front of his eyes, scene after scene flashed constantly, Fang Yan was afraid, he shrank his body, his body was shrunk, his eyes were full of alert, "Don't come, I can kill you once, and I can kill the first time. Second time!"

"Uncle, do you still want to kill Nikon? Nikon is so cute, do you still want to kill him?"

"Come and kill, you have the ability to kill, we are in hell, come and kill, you don't have that armor, you don't have that thing that sprays white mist, can you still kill?"

"a ha ha ha……"

"Get out!" Fang Yan shouted, then stood up, waving his hands and feet constantly out of thin air, "Get out of the way, get out of here!"

Seemingly fearful, Diao Yan's ear became silent for a while. He looked at everything around him, and then shrank back into the corner of the wall again, shrank his body, and hid his chin in the crook of his arms.

"Dialect, do you know it's wrong?"

A voice seemed to sound in Dialect's mind, he raised his head slightly, and the scene just now appeared in front of him, the mocking soul, and the mad self.

"I don't know, don't ask me, get out! Don't ask me!" Fang Yan stood up and shouted, as if he felt his mind clearing again, he slowly sat down against the wall.

A long time, a long time, until he was chained by the yamen, until he was taken to the execution ground, where he was taken to the execution ground under the grimace and ridicule of ghosts all the way, stood, and then his head was bent down again.

A big sword was on one side, the official was on the top side, and countless unjust souls were cursing.

"Dialect, do you know the crime?" Master Guan asked.

"I……"

"It's noon, let's execute!"

A little wine aroma, a cold wind...

……

"I...I...I..."

Dialect, who was constantly struggling on the bed, stood up straight. He kept shouting something in his mouth, but he couldn't understand it. He kept backing away to the corner of the wall, and then shrunk into a ball.

"I don't know, Ramones, I don't know, I don't know..."

"Dialect, dialect?"

The awakened Luo Qiao ran to Fang Yan's side and kept shouting, but Fang Yan just kept screaming in panic, "I don't know, I don't know..."

"Dialect, wake up!" Luo Qiao kept shouting, patting Diaoyan's face with his hands, and the shrunken Dialect also seemed to have found some support, and slowly squeezed himself into Luo Qiao's arms, Cold sweat broke out constantly on his forehead.

"Wake up!"

It seemed to be shocked by something, and it seemed that the moment the big knife was slashed, the dialect was pulled out, the dialect's eyes opened instantly, and then stared straight at Luo Qiao, absent-minded, sluggish, murmuring in his mouth The same sentence was murmured, "I don't know, I don't know..."

"You know, you know, dialect, wake up, you understand." Luo Qiao kept wiping dialect's forehead and said softly.

The voice in his mouth gradually diminished, his wide eyes began to slowly close again, his trembling body began to calm down, and his breath returned to gentleness, like a child who fell asleep again after a nightmare.

"Huh..." Luo Qiao exhaled slowly, then gently moved Diaoyan's body and moved him to the bed.

She actually understands everything, and she also knows what the dialect is doing now, but she didn't say it or mention it, because she knows that what the dialect needs is actually a warmth, a kind of plainness, and no loneliness.

Wiping his forehead, Luo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put down the dialect.

"Luo Qiao, am I really wrong?" Fang Yan opened his eyes and asked, looking at Luo Qiao under the dimly lit light, his eyes were extraordinarily bright.

The movement of his hands paused, Luo Qiao smiled, then slowly put the dialect's head down, sat cross-legged aside, and asked something that seemed to be irrelevant, "What are you afraid of? "

"I don't know..." Dialect shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"You know, you've always known." Luo Qiao asked, gently caressing Fang Yan's forehead with his hand, which was unusually gentle.

"Is that so, maybe that's loneliness..." Fang Yan thought for a long time, "I'm afraid you will disappear, I'm afraid that you will disappear again in the future..."

"I'm still here, we're all still here, dialect, we won't disappear." Luo Qiao looked at the dialect's eyes and said, then took off the bandage on his hand, pulled up the dialect's hand, and pointed to it A shallow red seal said, "Look, you have it, and I have it too. In fact, we have always been there."

Looking carefully at the two red marks, the dialect lay there quietly, then turned to look at Luo Qiao, and said softly, "I was wrong, I was too extreme, I was just afraid, just afraid, Luo Qiao, You know, I'm so scared, I'm afraid it's all a dream, a dream that will never wake up, I'm afraid of the future..."

Crying a little bit like a child, Luo Qiao picked up the dialect and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's weird, don't think about these things, just let the past pass..."

After a long time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dialect took a breath, leaned against Luo Qiao's arm, blinked a few times and said, "I'm fine."

"What are you going to do next?" Luo Joe asked.

"I want to farm, I want to rest, I'm tired, Luo Qiao." Dialect said, leaving Luo Qiao's arms, looking at Luo Qiao and saying.

"Alright." Luo Qiao said with a smile, as bright and warm as before, making people extraordinarily comfortable.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you persuade me before? You should know what I have been doing, and you also know my mental state." Dialect asked, waiting for Luo Qiao's reply.

"Like Li Jie?" Luo Qiao laughed, then shook his head and continued, "My intuition tells me that it doesn't have any effect, men and women do things differently, and this is your heart Demon, I believe in you."

"Thank you!" Fang Yan looked at Luo Qiao in silence for a while and replied, and then wandered into a relaxed smile, as if he saw the glaring officer in the dream again, who called himself 'Fate', 'God', 'Heaven' The official master, then shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'll go first, women staying up late is not good for the skin." Luo Qiao said with a Hache, then got up and stood up, stretched and walked to the bed, in the hazy down, looking so beautiful,

"Let's go, don't sleep here, you're 29."

Dialect, who was still in his thoughts, asked in a daze, a sentence he didn't know why he said it, but then, he felt a breath of death and a sharp eye, of course, one word was indispensable.) !!