Super Trick or Treat System

The woman smiled and said, "He must find Scris’ gem, or the lovely Janet has gone and slipped out of his hand. Charles is just a poor little sheep with white hair and two inches Scar, who is it? When Janet, I will become cold and lonely."

"Stop, **** it!" Fairchild said, but he didn't stand up, his voice was thick.

The woman said, "-Janet, her voice is even and unforgiving." She will sleep with other people who can afford it, and poor old Charles will tremble alone on his **** frozen bed, thinking about it. , Want to know who it is? Yes, burn his old jealous liver! "The woman turned to face her husband.

The man held his cup tightly with both hands, and Kane could see the whiteness of his mouth. The woman began to laugh, and a soft, smiling laughter entered Kane's brain because of its hardness.

She returned to the chair and raised her cup. The laughter stopped while drinking, and then started again. She turned her head to look at her husband, her eyes were dancing, her lips curled. Her body trembled with laughter.

"Who do you think it will be?" she asked her husband. "If you can't find the gem?" She turned to Kane. "Mr. Kane, do you have money? I mean, maybe you don't need as much money as Charles. You know I might make some compensation for my energy."

Jianjian ignored her. "Mr. Fairchild, tomorrow we will face a rugged country. Of course, this is your party, but if you continue to drink..."

"If I continue to drink?"

Kane checked the man's eyes and his loose mouth. "It's okay," Kane said. "No." He believes that at least Scotch may stop acupuncture and pressure on the man. Maybe he deserves so much.

The woman said, "Mr. Kane, you didn't answer me." "About you and me. I want you to answer so that my husband knows you know before he falls off the chair."

Kane said calmly: "I think we all should sleep."

"Mr. Kane, really? Was it too sudden? Of course I have to check your passbook first. Although you gave me your words..."

Kane said, "If you don't mind," his voice was harsh, "No matter what conflicts you have with Mr. Fairchild, I want to remain neutral."

"Oh," she said. "Well, that's because you haven't seen the full potential. Let me show you everything you can get for your money-the way you see it." She raised her glass again, drank, and stood. Get up and cross the boat. She climbed up the ladder very gracefully to the cabin and touched the radio switch. Music whistled in the warm air.

This is a secondary music released from Colonial Radio, the music is taken from the local melody of Venus. It has transformed and adapted to the heavy rhythm of ancient Africa on the earth, and seems to suddenly become part of the Venus Jungle.

The woman stood at the door, and then she walked down the ladder, as if it were a slip. She stayed there, leaning on the silver metal on the boat, shaking her head and moving her shoulders.

"I am a dancer, you know what, Mr. Kane. I used to work in a very expensive club in Hubble on Mars. I am very popular and very good. Sweet Charles took me from here. It's taken away, isn't it, Charles?

Kane could see that Fairchild had difficulty focusing his eyes, but the rhythm music filled the air, slapped on his ears, Kane knew that the man knew what had happened.

The woman started walking towards Kane with ease, her movements were the swinging movements of the head and shoulders. She said, "Mr. Kane, this is why Charles kept me away from Kim." "'Come with me,' he said, and then he put a diamond on my ear and a ring on my finger .'Let me move away from everyone's **** searching eyes on Mars. Let me hide so no one can see you or touch you, but I, I will give you what I have. Isn’t it, Charles? She said, looking at him with shimmering eyes.

The man raised his glass and drained it slowly. He let it fall to the ground tightly, while the woman kept the rhythm. Seeing the rhythm of the head and shoulders, only slight swinging movements had hints.

The woman said, "Only now, poor Charles has nothing else, so I will do it again."

She raised her hands above her head, her palms split together. Her view shook, her shoulders shook. Her fingers were caught by her hair, her teeth were white, and her whole body was shaking. It is the rippling of muscles and pink skin, and the architecture is shocking.

Fairchild Semiconductor pushed itself out of the chair. His eyes were wild and empty. "Don't..." he said, his words meshed together, making his voice hoarse and painful.

The woman laughed, and the wild laughter merged with the music and the crazy movement of her body. She rotated and slapped her hands, shaking her body.

The man staggered a step. "Janet, don't do this..." He fell and spread to the ground. Gradually, the woman stopped exercising, and laughter sounded in the wet jungle.

The figure in the gray hat stood still around the muddy silver ball. A green head rooster. other. The golden walls envelop them, and only the circular opening near the spire can emit dim light and a small amount of external vapor like water vapor. The fingers loosened, and the green stuck out from the gray cloak. The hand in the hand is swept into a ball, split from the symbol, pure and evil. Second-hand imitation. one third. A dozen. The sound blew towards the muddy ball. The cat growled. Mind exploration.

The lights were dimming, and she was a crooked dark figure standing on the crumpled figure of the man. The music kept beating. Kane stood up.

He looked at Fairchild Semiconductor’s motionless form and said: "Every time I take a trip like this, I promise that I will be the last time, and now I promise myself again."

The woman stood quietly, with only a smiling mouth, white teeth and reddish hair. "But this is not over yet, Mr. Kane. We still have a long way to go." Her eyes were beating.

"Yes, Mrs. Fairchild," Kane bent over and lifted the man. "Unfortunately, this is right."

While the woman was watching, he picked up the man and carried him to the boat. He climbed into the cabin, trying to overcome the astonishing weight of the little man. At his age, he is a very tough and critical person. It seems that he has spent most of his life fighting in the unfamiliar and diverse wilderness, constantly looking for new adventures and excitement.

Kane put the man in a bunk at the back of the cabin. The tip of the wide scar can now be seen above Fairchild’s open shirt. The thin lines on his eyes and mouth are like handwriting on his face, indicating that there is too much Scotch, maybe too much redhead woman. Kane thought wearily, all he lacked was an empty bank account to show the price he paid for loving this demonic woman.

Kane straightened, walked through the cabin, and turned off the radio.

He jumped to the ground. The light is very dim now, and women are just silhouettes. The screams of the birds fluttered high again, and in the distance, the stumbling waterfall was monotonous.

Kane said briskly: "You can use the cabin with your husband, Mrs. Fairchild." "I'll buy a blanket and sleep here."

"Are there no animals?"

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