Super Trick or Treat System

Mai Dong maintained control of her. Dale gave a mischievous smile. Li Huai moved between the buffers, facing Dell, and brought his hand close to the handle again.

"Mind to explain what the **** it is, Dell?" Li Bad asked.

"Fuck him! What else do you need to know?" Lana said.

"I'm very sorry. It really only needs to be done. The dream told me. I realized this moment and I was involved."

"I think your friend might interrupt, Harold," McDonald said.

"I'm going to be sick," Lana said.

"No, you are not," Mai Dong told her. "Don't look at your hand. Look at me." He shrugged, took off his tattered leather vest, took off his black T-shirt, and tore it into bandage-like strips. He assured Lana: "I will be out of sight in just a few seconds." "You will be fine."

"This is **** horrible. This is the hand I use...er...you know."

Mai Dong smiled and tried his best to tie the wound tightly enough to stop blood flow. At the same time, Li Bai was watching Dell closely, and he was trying his best to apologize to him. But his plea fell on deaf ears.

When Li Huai pointed the finger at the short man, his alarm did not sound, but then he was tapped in the middle of the land that was no longer desolate. It is said that the villain there has reached karmic justice, and his The tattoo looks abnormal. Li Bai went with old-fashioned intuition and separated Dell from the team.

"You are on probation," Li Hao said. "In the front. There are other tricks, I let Lana accompany her."

"Can't I?" Lana said.

"Wait a minute," Dell said. "You will see. Dreams can never be wrong. I found you, didn't I, Li Huai?"

There was silence for a few seconds, at least among the bipeds in the grove. The cockroaches continued to sing boiling hoarse among the rotten fruit.

Finally, Lee Badi ignored Dell's question and spoke.

"Let Li Huai be the priority here. At the risk of expressing the obvious, this is not easy. Li Huai needs to find Mai Xia as soon as possible to avoid the powerful demon that makes me his slave and get out of hell. I'm sure, Li Bad will encounter some heinous, incredible, scarred **** in the process, but I hope all of Li Bad will survive."

His friends remained silent. Lana gripped the tender meat of her injured hand tightly, leaned close to her chest, and snorted, "Coach, I'm so excited. I feel better now."

Mai Xia has been sitting in the dark and she thinks it has been dark for several hours now. For the first time in her life, she saw nothing at all. Her blindness oppressed her. She longed for a cure-to be able to see the demon and his human lower limbs, the breath of a man with a stomach ulcer. Although the world of sight is a closed book for her, she saw what they could not do: the appearance of phantoms-everywhere-their faces, full of needs and unspent passions, from like pollen The hungry flowers passed their hunger for hours, but refused to wither and disappeared.

So far, these sights are enough to make up for any glasses she has been rejected. As long as she had ghosts, she envied the ignoring crowds walking on the streets below the apartment. But there is no ghost here. She heard the dusty whispers, she knew it was a sign of their existence, but no matter how loud she called them, no matter how much she wanted them to appear, they would not come.

"You are alone," he said.

She flinched. She did not hear him come in. This made her feel uneasy. Usually, she knows when something is nearby. But the devil is quiet. It's too quiet and he stinks. Almighty God, he stinks! Her sensitivity to nuances of smell is another gift for her poor eyesight, and this animal smells so bad. Of course, this is a man who traffickers in demons. They have countless kinds of bitterness everywhere. An irresistible smell emanated from the butcher's apron, and so did the blood. Any traces of wounds on his waist disappeared.

But the strongest scent is also the oldest-this is the perfume of his offense. She can also smell other smells, such as fragrance, books, sweat, etc., as well as many smells that she does not have a name.

He barely talked to her, just reminded her as if she didn't know that she was an expert in providing suffering, and if she did anything to irritate him, she would immediately understand his expertise. Only when her nerve endings and sanity are abandoned ("only then", he said), can she be given death without dignity.

So she didn't move.

She has stayed in the darkness in the dark, doing her best to get past the horror, leaving some comforting memories: the face of a happy wanderer, she took her to a place where her relatives would go, or she and Li Badhe A bottle of brandy had a wonderful, happy time, recalling some common craziness. But for some reason, the memory now makes her unhappy. There was a stone in her belly, which made her heavy and prevented her from flying over.

So, in fact, what made her happy is that the demon finally succumbed to her existence, even though his bitterness attacked her senses. In this way, she at least avoids boredom.

He said: "The detective and his series of incompetent people will definitely come to you." "I will keep you alive. Despite the protests of your friends, he has started his work as my witness. "

Then he hit her in the stomach without warning. One blow made her double bend. She stayed there, panting. Before she could breathe, he pulled his left, right, and then the other left leg toward her face, each blowing a loud and shocking sound on her head. There was a break for a moment, and then he returned to her, grabbed her by the shoulder, threw her against the wall, and lifted her so that her body would not bend. Once again, breathing came from her, her legs became more and more numb, threatening to fold under her.

"No," he started. "You are standing."

He put his right hand on her throat, raised his head, and his left hand hit her again and again, hitting her liver, heart, kidneys, and stomach, and then jumped to her heart again, twice, three times, Go through the already painful place.

She was sure that it was his honor. Even now, because she has hardly maintained consciousness, some parts of her that cannot give up body language research still hear the devil shrink back for a while, reveling in tears and pain, and satisfaction emerges from the devil. The face was bleeding and swollen.

She felt that his gaze was like a subtle pressure on her, and knew that he was looking for happiness in pain, she gathered every force in her soul together, and brought those tears to her face, denying his satisfaction sense. She knew it would irritate him, and knowledge would only make her stronger.

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