Find Dragon dagger _482

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Find Dragon dagger

  I am a fairy. For this, I know you do not mind, right? So, I decided, for the time being to think so.
  I live in Wonderland being. The so-called Wonderland, in short, can be arbitrary; including homicide, arson, looting ,****, and all the evil. Perhaps, you have to question: in Wonderland, is not beautiful right? How would there be evil?
  You are wrong, Wonderland, but immortal creation. Wonderland, the only non-existent is the consequences. Because the heart always changing wonderland.
  back to arbitrary this topic. Perhaps I should be very happy, or that I am very happy; even, you can then give way, or at least, I should be very satisfied. But not so. Because, I do not ****。 Or, my **** too little and mean, can not satisfy, as long as life time.
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  this day, as usual, I dip into Wonderland. Not happy, of course, not age. Vaguely, aware of the emptiness of heart. Therefore, defects, and perhaps there are always some.
  among the clouds, there are a myriad of flowers, the mighty, swaying, blowing smelling fragrance. Gradually thickened, pale, Shuer disillusionment, and suddenly lights up. So forth. And I, as cooked as the reason, seems like no.
  running water and gurgling sounds, followed by surging Bencuan, huge sound of thunder sounded. Shortly after, a sudden silence. Robins in the shade of the shade under the ring the tweeted. The sun is warm and enthusiastic. Suddenly, then, suddenly turned gloomy.
  If I think of Emma, the sky became clear up. Among the highest heaven, led by full I call ideas. Did not reply. Overcast sky and some, I continue my call.
  Fourth, the sky is black ink in general, like the dark heavy rain. I retract the ideas, the sky filled with raging fire, disheveled sinister light.
  endless flowers, yellow wilt become coke. Billowing smoke, the air was filled. A rich, dark brown fairies, being descended from the smoke coming. Delicate facial features, delicate skin, a strong desire to stir up a moment. Take off her clothes, and we dwell in the flames and smoke break.
  just a moment, disappeared. Cold faint sun hanging in the air, gray fog. Yingyingchuochao a bamboo forest, came a babbling voice. While agitated in my heart, I brandished a knife and break into it. Bamboo came crashing down. Between a green, darting from the carnage and messy red meat.
  suddenly felt the air came the idea of calling such as Yan. I do not want to answer. As epiphany, as I am, and between Emma, is so far away. Just a moment ago, I remember her. However,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so easily, I rejected the idea on her outside. Approached her, in fact, difficult
  as bamboo, has quietly turned into a river under moonlight. In the crickets singing, I saw an old man. Mindanao crown with Bo, Sheng Fu Pei-ying. br>   paved Jinbo, biting the middle finger, he wrote the song after another Qice and noble blood of the song. Like the waves of dizziness hit the apex. Have some power, my body began to flow within the cold of the soul of the country, began to slowly rebound.
  me into a mortal. Search for a better mortal. I began to desire, planted white band, Pandan, wheat, and rice. They are so real, I wholeheartedly, upright and pious. Bit by bit, care of them, in every ordinary day.
  I began to like it, sitting on the grass, lying in the middle of the white band and Pandan, watching the distant green waves and floating rice flavor.
  On this day, warm sunshine and warm, I sat in the River. Holding a fishing rod fishing. Tired, Qu Yuan Fu and a pillow, watching the sky Yunjuanyunshu. A woman floating in the air from the river Huanxi clothes. She and I chatted, has since become a habit.
  wheat harvest that day, she came to help me. Night, a quiet month. Quiet bamboo forest, began to chant cricket. She asked, Perhaps, but also love. I just do not want to let you come near me, I feel so hard. A person, always approached another person. Nobody wanted to, two people close to, would be so difficult.
  She cried and asked, do you sympathize with me? I said no, I do sympathize with me. I saw the heart, the wounds of the past. I have no right to ask for, but I would rather, give me good.
  late at night, she wiped tears. Said: desire to obey, but only sold to love? I plan to next year in how to grow, I received a mission to find the
  I do not know what Dragon dagger? Do not know where it will appear.
  I am full of doubt: it can help me grow it? Or, let me get my love? No one gave me answers. With doubt, I hit the road. Because this is my mission.
  no roads, no direction, but I know I'm looking for Dragon dagger.
  If I think of Emma, but also thought, River woman. Perhaps I should go back to planting my good? Or, should I believe the mission to find the Dragon dagger?
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  as empty: no joy, no sadness, or even a speaker who did not. I know, I have some little longing, I want to meet. So, I went back to the wonderland, a fairy. I think I love such as Yan. I once appeared in countless wonderful fairyland. Hui Chih, Pandan, Osmanthus, a flash in the dawn with his waving in the breeze, glistening dew, dotted with flower petals, flowing at the tip, and the nectar drips into wine. Intoxicating aroma floats in the air, like the taste of happiness.
  pull my thoughts once again filled the sky, and brought me to her call. I love you, such as Yan. I want to hold you, like the woman holding the river, as the heat of my life, all delivered to you. If Yan, you know? I desire?
  such as Emma came to my side. I hug her, because of the wind and dispersed, a swirling petals, broken Liu Xia.
  with Wonderland, seems to have been scared broken. Once again sounded the urging of Huang Ji, go, go. Find Dragon dagger.
  my screams, as the wolf Beihao, pain and lamentable. Calm and swift. A myriad of flowers, the mighty glow. The beautiful fairy from the flowers out of the sea, Manwu breathed.
  Dragon dagger in sight, where is that it? Finding mission, and more recently, in front of the force.
  beautiful fairy, strong and sweet, the flesh Run is so good ... ...
  The Poetry of Qu Yuan, but also in the depths of a dream flashback ... ...