Super Trick or Treat System

"I don't need the box and its games anymore," said the priest from hell. "I have started a noble work."

"What the **** are you talking about?" Li Huai said, clutching the knife Mai Dong gave him.

"I have closed the order, and in order to start this work, I have been planning your life. It seems that you refuse to be strangled. You have been spared from the challenge that no one can match. I have chosen the eyes that should witness the birth of a new world I need a mind that will retain the events that will happen from this moment. I chose you, Li Bad.

"What? Me? How about the fritters over there?" He threw a shirt gesture at Felixon. "Why not?"

"Because **** makes your business prosper. Or you make **** yours. Maybe both. Witnesses like you will not forgive me. Indeed, I encourage you to find the weakest signs in me, if you find any Signs, please enlarge it in your final will."

"My last will?"

"You will not simply witness what will happen in **** from this moment on; you will prove it, in which you will elaborate on my actions and philosophy. They will be my gospel, and I will ban them in their chapters Anything, as long as I abide by the truth, no matter how far I am from my ideals, I will fall.

"Your job is to witness. Seeing and remembering may change depending on the sights you are about to see, but you will get rich rewards."

Mai Xia stretched out her hand to him and to Damon, but Mai Dong grabbed her arm and gently bound her. But he cannot be helpless.

"I know how these transactions will end up," Maisha said. "There is always a trap. It is always a trick.

Hell priest said: "My intention is clear." "Your decision, detective?"

"In some way, \'fuckyou\' doesn't seem to be tough enough," Li Hao said.

As if in response to the priest's anger, the flames around the fiery door suddenly lost the parity of brightness and were polluted by darker colors, as if something was burning alive, and the boiling blood dimmed the flames. Its withered thing fell from the burning wall, emitting a cloud of black-gray smoke, eclipsing the flame.

"You don't understand what part of \'fuck\'?" Lana said.

When he turned his wrist counterclockwise, the demon issued an incomprehensible command. This action caused Lana to fly across the road quickly. She hit the barbed wire fence, unconscious, not even hitting the ground. Although the demon's spell was not heard, his message was clear. The devil has powers he shouldn't have.

The devil said: "Detective, what is your answer now?"

By replying to the letter, Li Huai drew his gun, walked towards the priest, and fired at him. He didn't waste time on bullets, and even smaller demons could dominate without slowing down. Instead, he aimed at the head. If possible, he would show **** eyes, Li Bad thought. He leveled the pony cart, aimed as carefully as possible, and fired. The bullet entered the demon's cheek from an inch below his left eye, and the force of the bullet suddenly tilted his head back. He didn't lift it again, which gave Li Badi a clear shot, and he grabbed his throat. It opened a hole in the center of his throat and the air blew out.

Li Huai heard Mai Xia shout from behind him: "Let go of me! Li Huai help me!"

Li Bai looked back and found that Pingdeheide's accomplice slipped past Mai Dong and grabbed Mai Xia's hair. He held a crescent-shaped knife, like a small sickle, pressed against the lower part of her abdomen. Through his crazy eyes and the vicious way he pierced her with the sharp horns of the weapon, it was obvious that if Li Huai or his compatriot made the wrong move, he would be happy to defend her. Mai Dong raised his arms high and pleaded with that thing.

"Take me," Mai Dong said. "let her go."

"I like that they are vulnerable," Felixon said, retreating to the gates of hell.

Li Huai moved away from the corner of his eye and saw that Dell was slowly moving towards the magician, which obviously did not attract attention. Li Badi felt relieved for a while. Then the priest cast a spell. Li Badi felt a bit tingling in his sinuses. Turning his head to see, the devil was leaking a black ominous exudate. The exudate was so strong that it dissolved the falling asphalt.

The black exudate is a kind of dark blood flowing from the wound that Li Badi caused on the demon. The blood followed the scar line on the demon's face, from top to bottom, down, and down, until it dripped on his neck and branched to each arm.

The blood dance kept Li Huai's gaze for a long time, enough to make the opponent's power reach a critical point. The priest waved to Li Badi, some of the stinging spots of black venom loosened and burned Li Badi's gun.

An idea emerged in Li Badi's mind. Before he had time to think about it, he took off his jacket and flattened his head. While doing so, Pinhead released another explosive mud, and Li Huai quickly avoided it. Li Badi determined not to give this **** a third chance.

"What are you doing, Bad Li?"

As if answering, Li Huai wrapped his coat around his hands, and then had no time to make a clear plan, so he used it to grab the devil's arm. This action has been proven to be effective before, so Li Huai thought that it would not hurt to try it again. The demon made a kind of cry, full of anger, but mainly annoying and angry. Wild thoughts flickered in Li Badi's mind like sweet lightning. His idea proved to be correct. The devil lived for a long time without being affected by the surrounding environment, and of course not being polluted by human nature, so much so that an impulse of disgust passed through him and immediately gave Li Huai an advantage. He used it. Before the demon fully controlled his will, Li Huai pressed the demon's arm to the ground between them. The agitated dirt continued to spray from the creature's fingers, and the asphalt it hit broke and scattered debris in all directions.

Li Huai rushed into the surrounding creatures, but because of such violent and suddenness, the filth from his arm was thrown into the dark street. It hit Mai Dong's van and screamed when the metal was torn apart. The dirt apparently threw itself into the car, causing damage beyond expectations.

Five seconds later, the fuel tank exploded in a yellow and orange fire. There was obviously combustible in the feces of Piend's murder, because the flame immediately followed the trail of dirt and returned to the demon.

It came at an incredible speed, even faster than the speed at which the demon could not destroy it with words, and climbed up the poisonous weapon that Li Badi had been holding. Li Huai reluctantly let go of the remnants of his coat. When the fire burned it away and a burst of scorching energy hit him violently, his coat was almost eaten up and he fell to the ground.

The demon was blown back, and the combination of poison and combustible dirt oozing from his arms disappeared, as if it had never existed. The demon stood up and tried again to concentrate and restore the mysterious lethality of his black blood.

The trouble is, this kind of magic is not part of his training as a senior. This is what he learned from the humble magic essay. He was sure that he had mastered it, but the rumors did not mention the instability mentioned in the paper: once the element of ridicule was introduced, Li Huai had a dirty figure on the left side of the despicable man, and the bonfire on the right. The equation was abandoned catastrophically.

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