Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart
Han and Coral energy
Time can be counted down or deleted and stopped. The day does not go and the world does not turn. All the ink written becomes its own boomerang to choose between two options. It is removed or burned to dust as a substitute for the blue honey verse in space.
Not yet exhausted the flooding that is trying in this dam stabilizes the movement of water. There at the end of the land of jinn, some have been incarnated to resemble the story of the jinn nature and mixed planting vessels of destruction for the sun and moon. After deciding all these things, the moon pressed the light brighter than usual.
Rinsing back the broken glass powder that is still not fully cleanable. This half-dead soul tried to rise from the poison yesterday. There is only a puddle of the former warmth of the wings that are still a barrier to the departure of the moon that is almost covered by the darkness of the night.Struth is only like a handful of unseen genie hands that try to kite in order to flood the thirst of endless longing.
A circle about the faces of the ancient jinn and all the stories stored. The arrival of the Han psychic who tried to uncover the veil and bring the power of the Coral psychic that has passed away. Flakes of green dandelion powder seeding towards the royal roof.
The blood flow of the previous ancestors that were smelled by Ganga made him a protective figure of Han shaman. The commander's finger was almost cut off as a movement pushed the Han psychic a second time outside the palace gate. Ganga really wanted to pluck out the warlord's fingers with a single pull.
“Gangga, what are you doing?!” the commander-in-chief snapped suppressing the pain on his injured fingertip.
He subconsciously pulled the sword from his waist and aimed at the giant beast. Ganga the grumpy animal stomped the foot to the ground puffing the beak and approached the commander. The unstable body of the commander in chief facing Ganges instantly fell, hands up waved the member code to a halt.
“Have I been sorry!”
He is aware of his actions, moreover Ganga is the beloved pet of the princess of Arska. The commander opened the way to the palace door. The psychic walked up to the front door and walked into the kingdom
His arrival became the center of attention of the courtiers, some of the ladies and eunuchs.
“Say, what brought you here O stranger” said the king's escort.
He did not answer the guards' questions. The Han shaman only shows the identifying mark of the green estuary. The bodyguards immediately took the identification and showed it to the King. Symbols that are very familiar or not foreign in generations passed through several AD. The symbol of Muara greens, the source of the power connecting the supernatural pond near the kingdom of teak jajar.
"Hey psychic, tell me about the news of Pura Muara greens and what makes you lighten the steps towards the palace teak jajar?” Asked the King frowned.
“O Great King, may I first ask for your trust?”
Hearing Han's psychic question made the king's bodyguards glare and walk one step then hold off continuing the steps.
“No need to rush, you are pleased and enter the palace safely has become one form of trust in me” replied the King with a smile.
Shaman Han banged his forehead against the floor and repeatedly apologized until his forehead blushed blue almost spitting out blood. The main dayang stopped his behavior and gave him a piece of cloth to wipe his face.
