Controlling time from Naruto

The butterfly is holding a small fist, and the mood that cannot be controlled makes her body tremble.

But at this time, Xiang Nai Hui smoked tone, slowly closed his eyes, when he opened again, it has resumed the original peaceful and gentle appearance.

"Forbearance, if he creates the god of this world, we should not resent him, but should be grateful and respect to him."

"..."

The butterflies are finished and look at my sister and bite your lips.

Xiang Nai is smiling and said: "Because Shenming created the world, there is us in our existence, no matter what we have experienced, you can't pay them out, and the opposite is that we can meet him. It should be lucky enough. "

When you hear my sister, the mood of the butterflies and the mood slowly sang.

Yes.

God is impossible to deliberately designed everything they have experienced, the sorrow and pain of them have experienced, and the source can only point to the ghost dance.

On the contrary, if the god has created the world, then they exist here, this should be full of respect for God.

If you want to think about it, Maple Night takes the little girl, but gave them a chance to change the fate as an exchange, leaving a hair.

This is even lucky.

It is more grateful to this.

After thinking about this, the butterflies finished the fist gradually slow down, and the orientation of the empty one is deeply smashed.

"I am so sorry."

"If you are watching here, I hope you forgive my gap and something."

distance.

Maple Night looks at everything here, watching the butterflies and retreats from the obstacles and resentment, and you can't help but smile.

Many people are in such an existence, and they will find the suffering yourself, think that it is God or God's fault.

The butterflies are in the case of emotional failure, it is also attributed to the pain of God.

But she is awake very quickly.

After all, she is a column of the ghost team, is an excellent Swordsman who is beautiful and 'gentle'.

Maple Night recovered his own sight, turned to look at the chestnut flowers in the side, while observing her state slightly, continued his own test.

......

After several days.

Ghost killing headquarters.

In a spacious room, the leader of the ghosts is in the first place.

On the left and right sides are one after another, some sitting cushions are vacant, some seat cushions have quietly sitting there, including true and butterflies, and the butterflies.

After a moment.

There are also two ghosts of the columns.

One of them was a new promotion of the newly promoted, the purgatory Apricot Shou Lang, he killed the thirteen of the tweets in the 12th day, plus the past merits and strength, and the pillars of the father The background, finally slave his position, became the new inflammatory column recognized by the ghosts.

"The main public."

Purgatory Xing Shoulang walked into the room and respected to the production house.

The production house is gentle and gentle, waving the way: "Don't have more gifts, let's take a seat."

Time will be nearly half a year.

The columns of the ghosts have gathered again.

After all the columns have dropped, the production house is clear and swept through the whole game. It is slightly closed and then re-opened. But you have to inform one thing before discussion. "

All columns have seen it.

In addition to discussing future strategies and subsequent strategic approaches in the future, there are some major events, but this major event often occurs.

Notice before the meeting is obviously a major event.

Therefore, in addition to Chanel, the attention of all columns is concentrated.

The landscape of the production house will become solemn.

"The thing to be notified is ... confirmed the presence of God."

The voice falls.

A silent.

Almost all columns are all, they are stunned, and some are even opposed to each other, they have seen the eyes of each other.

God.

One can be said to be a very distant word.

The columns in the scene are almost all struggled from pain and hardship, but they also believe in the presence of gods, such as rock columns.

But no matter who, the heart is only one concept for the existence of 'Shenming'.

It is more simple, it is faith.

That's just a hust of mind, a prayer, from no one, will define the godmache, define it as something in the cognitive.

However, the production house is laid, but it is confirmed that the presence of God.

So a time, whether it is believed to be god, or there is no belief, it is a fascinating.

"God ... Is it existing?"

"I see."

Yanzhu Purgatory Apricot Lang double arm stacks on the chest, slightly closed the eyes and then nodded, and then re-opened his eyes and looked at the production house. He said: "So, is the gods standing on our side?"

The purgatory Aprico is very easy to accept the existence of God, and a sentence points to the only essence he cares about.

The production house is launched to see the purgatory Apricot Shoulang.

"From now on, He should not stand in any party, but we are friendly."

If Shen Ming stands in human beings, as shown in Chanie Huihui, it will make the ghost thoroughly disappear from the world, but Maple Night does not do it.

It is noted that maple night is not standing here.

The same, no standing on the side of the ghost.

The only message is that Chanel has been in touch with Maple and gets a hair from Maple Night. A hair contains the essence of unimaginable.

From this point, it is barely analyzed, and at least Maple will treat them is friendly.

"I see."

Pleuca Xing Shoulang nodded, said: "Although some regrets, the situation is developing to now, it can also see that God should be the development of everything in the world."

The voice falls, and the room is resumed in the room.

The atmosphere is somewhat strange.

Obviously, everyone is not like the Pyrus Shouran, which is very strange and awkward to accept the existence of God.

"Hey, feed ... What is joke."

The sound column is supported by the panel. The forehead has a green gluten, which is unacceptable and has an angry gaze. Nothing ... "

The sound is abrupt.

One hand was on the shoulders of Yu Tianyuan and stopped he continued.

That hand belongs to the rock column.

"Yu Yu Tianyuan, until this, don't continue to blasphemy."

The grief of the rumor is going back to the palm, and the hands are in front of them. Fault. "

"Sorrow ..."

Yu Tianyuan looked at the sorrow, and the emotions were still unstable.

The sorrow of Ming Yintang turned his head to him, and his expression was aunt: "Who is the people who have suffered from all of our people?

I heard this sentence.

Yu Yu Tianyuan Huoran awakened.

Then he pinched his fist and was filled with hatred.

"Ghost dance is not!"

See.

The sorrow of the lack of life is calm and rests.

He has a slight down with his hands and prayers whisper. "Please forgive him to the disappearance, forgive him."