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After boarding the bus.
Grandma's body is undergoing wonderful changes.
The doll, which is held in the hands of the old woman and is responsible for providing sensory and language abilities, is transformed into a girl, about 14 years old As for the old woman's body, she again leaked air and turned into a dark red kimono with patterns and colors, which was worn on the girl's body.
This series of changes indirectly shows that grandma is just a puppet.
The doll that is used to tell a story is the real noumenon.
The girl has a kaleidoscope of pupils, once it looks at each other, it is difficult to remove the eyes Except Han Dong.
Gently patting one side of the seat with the palm of your hand, indicating Han Dong to sit down.
"I don't know what to call you, miss."
As a girl like this, Han Dong always feels that it is too much to call her grandmother.
"I am not entitled to regain the name my parents gave me Your name is Ling. This is my usual pen name. "
"The writer?"
"Well, to tell the story of the origin, it has something to do with my book..."
Then, Ling touched Han Dong's thin body with her cold, slightly stiff arm like a soft puppet, and began to tell the story of its origin.
"One of my favorite books since I was a child is" the night journey of ghosts "written by Mr. Gong Zhuzheng. The ghosts and ghosts in it fascinate me very much, and even accompany me in my dream every day and night.
I have always hoped that I can create a similar book to write my own more terrifying demons and monsters, as well as contemporary background and urbanization stories.
Later, I called it strange talk.
I started to write from literacy.
I don't know why, when I write, I always see some strange things I thought at first that they were just illusions in my head, a kind of spiritual representation in my creation.
It wasn't until one day, when the woman squatting in the corner of my house cut off my parents' heads, that they were all real In the process of creation, I will introduce some things that do not belong to our world to "this side".
Also because of my ignorance, killed my parents, I do not deserve to have their name.
From that day on, I ran away from home.
Wandering around Japan to create Maybe it's because I'm too involved, starving to death on the way to creation, but I don't know it myself.
It took me more than a month to realize that I was dead, but I was still in the world and could be seen by others.
All in all, I can be counted as having Han Dong's team members' heads printed on it.
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After boarding the bus.
Grandma's body is undergoing wonderful changes.
The doll, which is held in the hands of the old woman and is responsible for providing sensory and language abilities, is transformed into a girl, about 14 years old As for the old woman's body, she again leaked air and turned into a dark red kimono with patterns and colors, which was worn on the girl's body.
This series of changes indirectly shows that grandma is just a puppet.
The doll that is used to tell a story is the real noumenon.
The girl has a kaleidoscope of pupils, once it looks at each other, it is difficult to remove the eyes Except Han Dong.
Gently patting one side of the seat with the palm of your hand, indicating Han Dong to sit down.
"I don't know what to call you, miss."
As a girl like this, Han Dong always feels that it is too much to call her grandmother.
"I am not entitled to regain the name my parents gave me Your name is Ling. This is my usual pen name. "
"The writer?"
"Well, to tell the story of the origin, it has something to do with my book..."
Then, Ling touched Han Dong's thin body with her cold, slightly stiff arm like a soft puppet, and began to tell the story of its origin.
"One of my favorite books since I was a child is" the night journey of ghosts "written by Mr. Gong Zhuzheng. The ghosts and ghosts in it fascinate me very much, and even accompany me in my dream every day and night.
I have always hoped that I can create a similar book to write my own more terrifying demons and monsters, as well as contemporary background and urbanization stories.
Later, I called it strange talk.
I started to write from literacy.
I don't know why, when I write, I always see some strange things I thought at first that they were just illusions in my head, a kind of spiritual representation in my creation.
It wasn't until one day, when the woman squatting in the corner of my house cut off my parents' heads, that they were all real In the process of creation, I will introduce some things that do not belong to our world to "this side".
Also because of my ignorance, killed my parents, I do not deserve to have their name.
From that day on, I ran away from home.
Wandering around Japan to create Maybe it's because I'm too involved, starving to death on the way to creation, but I don't know it myself.
It took me more than a month to realize that I was dead, but I was still in the world and could be seen by others.
All in all, I can be counted as having Han Dong's team members' heads printed on it.
www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
After boarding the bus. Grandma's body is undergoing wonderful changes. The doll, which is held in the hands of the old woman and is responsible for providing sensory and language abilities, is transformed into a girl, about 14 years old As for the old woman's body, she again leaked air and turned into a dark red kimono with patterns and colors, which was worn on the girl's body. This series of changes indirectly shows that grandma is just a puppet. The doll that is used to tell a story is the real noumenon. The girl has a kaleidoscope of pupils, once it looks at each other, it is difficult to remove the eyes Except Han Dong. Gently patting one side of the seat with the palm of your hand, indicating Han Dong to sit down. "I don't know what to call you, miss." As a girl like this, Han Dong always feels that it is too much to call her grandmother. "I am not entitled to regain the name my parents gave me Your name is Ling. This is my usual pen name. " "The writer?" "Well, to tell the story of the origin, it has something to do with my book..." Then, Ling touched Han Dong's thin body with her cold, slightly stiff arm like a soft puppet, and began to tell the story of its origin. "One of my favorite books since I was a child is" the night journey of ghosts "written by Mr. Gong Zhuzheng. The ghosts and ghosts in it fascinate me very much, and even accompany me in my dream every day and night. I have always hoped that I can create a similar book to write my own more terrifying demons and monsters, as well as contemporary background and urbanization stories. Later, I called it strange talk. I started to write from literacy. I don't know why, when I write, I always see some strange things I thought at first that they were just illusions in my head, a kind of spiritual representation in my creation. It wasn't until one day, when the woman squatting in the corner of my house cut off my parents' heads, that they were all real In the process of creation, I will introduce some things that do not belong to our world to "this side". Also because of my ignorance, killed my parents, I do not deserve to have their name. From that day on, I ran away from home. Wandering around Japan to create Maybe it's because I'm too involved, starving to death on the way to creation, but I don't know it myself. It took me more than a month to realize that I was dead, but I was still in the world and could be seen by others. All in all, I can be counted as having Han Dong's team members' heads printed on it. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
