Technician’s Manual

The figure of the White Queen gradually disappeared, and only the Black Witch was left on the bed.

She lay down with open hands, closed her red and swollen eyes, swallowed the cry from her throat back into her belly, and replaced it with another kind of tremor.

"Ha ha…"

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"She agreed, she agreed! But what's the use, she can't protect anything, we can't protect anything! Nothing will change, the princess on the tower will definitely fall, tonight is everything Turning point... tonight..."

When she got to the back, the black witch couldn't suppress the laughter from the deep folds of her soul. She twitched and shook her whole body. She even slapped the mattress vigorously, her closed eyes shed tears of laughter, and mocking saliva swept across her mouth. Several times he was breathless but still laughing until his body was relieved and turned into a puddle of mud.

Just like a madman.

"It's rare to see you so happy. Any interesting stories to share?"

The palace disappeared quietly, she opened her eyes and found that she had returned to the initial dream state.

The witch stood beside her head, looking down at her with interest.

"...Nothing interesting."

"Well, then you go back quickly." The witch said: "The short and pleasant game is about to end."

Snapped.

One hand grabbed the witch's ankle.

The witch turned her head and saw the black dress girl still lying on the ground, but she reached out and grabbed her foot.

When the black dress girl raised her head, the witch saw familiar and unfamiliar eyes from her pupils.

Dark, clear, and bright.

There is no blood and ink fainting, and there is no crazy turbidity.

"...Black?" There was a hint of disbelief in the witch's voice: "Are you awake?"

Hei didn't speak, she just stared at the witch like this. This is what the sisters hate the most. Even if there is no word, eye contact is enough to complete all the communication.

The only way for her to express her attitude was to grasp the witch's ankle, humble and firm.

However, the witch did not look at her, but cast her gaze to the other side.

It's the peak time for work, and the White Witch is also off work.

She was wearing a pure white dress that she hadn't worn for a long time, lying weakly on the ground, light and light without any weight, like a lost snowflake.

"Have you all played until they are completely dry?" The witch said, "In this way, I am more cautious?"

Hearing the voice of the witch, the pure white girl also opened her eyes, struggling to climb to the witch's feet, and grabbed her other ankle. She didn't speak either, just staring at the witch quietly, with pleading tears pouring out of her pure eyes.

"He wakes up, and White is back?"

The witch squatted down and looked at the two of them with a bewildered face, as if a child found a toy that had not been seen before suddenly appeared on the desk.

Soon, she clapped her hands suddenly.

"I see!"

"No wonder the viewer is so generous this time, allowing us to deeply interfere with reality!"

"It is impossible for him to predict the level of confusion in our behavior. According to his cautious action style, we are not qualified to take on this task. I thought he wanted to take advantage of our numbers. With the secret avatar, the two-pronged approach can make Asia Xiu a super invincible scum man."

"It now appears that his goal is not the gospel at all, but us!"

"Or it's you!"

"He predicted the impact of dreams on you, so he deliberately let us out. You two are his achievements. With a two-eighth chance, he won the bet."

The witch was full of emotion at the spectator's calculations, and looked down at the sisters who were lying on the ground: "However, he also lost the bet."

"Even if you are willing to sacrifice yourself." The witch said every word: "I don't necessarily allow it."

"I'm not the same as Jian Ji, she can watch Sonia lead a better life, but when I see Lisdiya get the happiness I haven't had, I will only feel sick and take sour water."

"I actually want to like her too. After all, she is the me who used to be. But I saw Ah Xiu treats her so well, saw her comfortably through all the difficulties, and saw her smile all the time... in my heart All that is left is anger and jealousy."

"It's like there are countless voices torturing me in my mind—"

"Why her? Why not me?"

"Why can she avoid suffering? Why do I have to endure everything?"

"What did she do right and why does it have everything? How bad is it that I can't get anything?"

The witch tilted her head and stared at the two of them: "Speaking of which, are those voices my heart's voice or yours?"

"I want her to double enjoy the fate I have experienced, and then be tortured and twisted into a monster that is uglier and more unbearable than me." The beautiful face of the witch is full of cruel and viciousness: "Only in this way can I be a little bit comforted. "

"It's too late for me to cause her, how can I help her?"

The boiling malice passed along the skin to the black and white hearts, but they knew that they were only in contact with bubbles that emerged after boiling. Underneath were the bottomless, pitch-black sea abyss, which was huge, turbid, and could not evaporate. Despair.

And this is already the result of being shared by the seventeen sisters.

Because the witch has assumed the most despair, she also has the greatest authority-although this is not voluntary.

"right…"

"sorry."

The witch and Hei were both stunned. They looked at Bai, as if trying to find traces of the latter's joking.

"Although it's a little bit late... it may be a lot late, but I'm sorry." Bai tried to suppress the cry in her voice, but failed completely. Choking interrupted her words repeatedly: "So, I hope, I can at least help …"

"Do you think that after so long, I still care about your belated apology?"

The witch stood up: "Yes, I care."

Snapped!

The witch kicked Bai's abdomen and kicked her more than ten meters away. The white mist on the crowd cleared away and made a tumbling road for her.

Then the witch bent over and picked him up: "What about you? Do you have anything you want to say to me?"

"No." Hei calmly said, "I have never been sorry for you."

"You really dare to say..." The witch sneered: "But why? Forget the white, black you are not a self-sacrificing person, I thought you are like me, you are not a good type to see others. UURead www. uukanshu.com"

She glanced at Bai who was struggling to get up in the distance: "No matter how much you give, you are not protecting your queen. Your past will not change at all, and the suffering will not be reduced."

"At the end of the day, the term'make up for regrets' is no different from'self-comfort.' It is a trick of self-deception. Like making up for past regrets, previous sufferings can be wiped out...never existed!"

"Hei, be good, go to sleep." The witch stared at the black pupils, her voice turned softly, and she was charming: "You are free from reality, so don't come back."

Hei shook his head.

"But I am dreaming now."

The corners of her mouth were upturned and she showed a sincere smile: "So, don't wake me up this time, just let me drown in my dream, okay?"

The witch was startled slightly, let go of her hand, and let Hei sit on the ground.

The dark deacon hugged the witch's waist, like a koala haunting his mother, and like a younger sister who acted like a baby to her elder sister.

"You are there, viewer."