nasilvergunsquattedontheground，thesilvershellinthesunthelightsoordingtosaidbeforethewindwilldropofbloodisgod
added，owind，generalwearbeforeyoufromoneendofthebambootubedripintotheindexofblood，inthosehecanputon，aftertheeventbecauseofdreamisself-awareitwillcontinuewithyoudialogueinconsciousness，aslongasyougiveitanameandthenletitquiet
ithinkit‘sinterestingtoputtwoblackliketentwiththedreamthatthrewhimfrombehind，thewindwassostronghehavetwothumbsjusthold，clotheswerescrapingthelidonhisface
mybloodhasthepowerofthedream，thedreammadenotonlyplants，butalsotheirownconsciousness，ifithasabsorbedmybloodwillchange，butitdidn‘tactuallydon‘tknowwhatwill
owindcametoaboardinfrontoftherock，rockfracturebeingpewterlooksveryhard，owinddownwithbothhandsontheedgeofthestone，themouthopensoundyouwillthatpiecelooksnearlytwometreslongmorethanametrewide，thicktwohandbreadthwidestonelifted
therockisrevealingadarkentranceaswell
thesestonesdesultorily，grotesqueincanyonedge，ifnotmakethemarkissimplycan‘tfindtheentrancetothebelow
general，wewaitamomentgodowntoyouandtheblackgeneralchangeclothes，suchasinthefollowingweneedprotectionofdream
i‘lldropofblood，godsaidtotheendoftheopenbambootubeplug，cutthemiddlefingeroftheblooddripintotheinside
clothessuddenlymovedonce，twoblackandwindcansee，bothofthemaregatheredtogetherhere，justhelpmetoblockthewind
thenattachedtospillthetentaclescoarsenedvisibletothenakedeye，andthenasafilling，rootsattachedtoclothesalsofollowtodrumupatoneend
lookingatitsoistillhavesomenottrust，activebuthavedroptorecognizethelord，itwasputonfirst，thengoahead
attacheddreamisactuallyabigcoatandapairoftrousers，theaboveisasetofheadoftwocuffs，herehavetwolegs，ipickedupaspillonthewaist，firstworerobesoftwolegsandatowardthehead，aputonthedressassuddenconvulsionsoftwistedtogether，screwsleeveliketheropetightonmysoftarmor，pants，too，thetentacleslikeacordaroundthesleevesandhems
thegreatpowerthroughthesoftarmorialsocanfeelitspower，howcanitbe，iheardthewinddifferenceofsaid
sosaidthedreamstateisnotnormal，attachedtwoblackhandovertotheattachmentofthisdreamrip，waitaminute，thewindwhatstoppedhim
hereistheworkofwaternadis，thisattachedanddripintothedreamoftheblood，meigeneral:itisanatureseemstobechanged
beforehemet，thetentacleslikesteelwereallsetupandthelocationoftheclothesandotherbecametransparentlikealiquidbegantosoften
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