Super Trick or Treat System

Ah, "Are you sure that's it?"

"What else?" Li Badi said, keeping his eyes on the glasses.

"Stop watching the brutality for two seconds, Harold. This is me. Mai Dong, you know, anyway, I will keep following you into chaos, right? I'm here to gather Mai Xia, and I don't There will be no her. But I need you to look at me with **** eyes now and tell me the truth. And don't do it for me. Do it for you."

Li Huai turned to face his friend and said a provocation, "What?"

"Do you like this?" Mai Dong asked.

Li Bad's face fell off. After a moment, he opened his mouth to speak. At that time, Lana shouted: "I can't stand it!"

Mai Dong and Li Huai turned around and saw Lana falling to the ground, with their arms crossed above their heads, as if they had been forcibly grabbed their own sanity. Mai Dong sat tight next to her.

"It's okay," Mai Dong said. "Li Huai will be fine."

"How can you say that? Look at them! See what this place is doing to them. They live here! Li Huai has no chance."

Li Bai sat in a long white grass in their yard, sat down to condole Mai Dong's condolences, and then again turned his attention to the chaos in the pit. Li Huan didn't know anything about those poor creatures, and the screams of these creatures were flying like heaven, and it was possible that they were deaf. Maybe they deserve the pain. Maybe not. Either way, their plea plunged him into the unwelcome headspace and mixed with the rest of the sensory attacks on him. The penetrating smell of sulfur mixed with the burning meat, and the tattooed tattoo defeated him. The wild roar on him made him feel more about that never-ending night. Even now, in a distant world, he can still hear the voice of the devil.

evil! Li Huai heard the word tearing on the inside of his skull. He hoped he could do something different that night. If he has, then maybe he can shake himself, feeling that he is now exactly where he should belong in hell-where he has always belonged.

"What are you thinking?" Dale's voice penetrated his thoughts like a knife. His words are innocent anchors.

"I'm trying to figure out how Li Huai fits together," Li Huai said. "Why Lee Bad is here."

Dell smiled. "You didn't have the first idea, did you?"

"Nope, what about you?"

"Ah. That's a big problem, isn't it?

"You already know."

"I confirm."

"Want me to know this secret?"

"Simple: Watching is different from watching."

Li smirked. "What does this mean?"

"I heard it in a dream."

Obviously, Dell thought the dialogue was over here, because instead of uttering a word, he kissed Li Badi on the top of Li Badi's head and then walked away. At the same time, McDonald coaxed Lana to stand up inexplicably and blocked the city behind.

"I don't want to go down," she sobbed. "And none of you can let me."

"Li Badi doesn't want to." Mai Dong replied.

There is a flock of primitive birds above the head.

Li Bai looked up and found that the noise came from the longer of the two winged creatures hovering over the city. They gathered together at an astonishing speed, attracted both by the hopeful and painful hustle and bustle of the street, and by the smell that had only become apparent until now. The aroma is very complex. There is blood in it, the fragrance of old incense, and another smell that cannot be repaired, so it is more attractive than other smells.

When he was sitting on the top of the mountain, his communication with a mystery of a possibly crazy southerner (almost impossible to be called a dialogue) still stirred his mind, and Li Huai accepted the blend of hell's glory and grotesque. He is more exhausted than he left the apartment in New York, and he also needs to spend ten years of vacation in Hawaii-just him, a hut and a fishing rod-but if he is going there, he will have to do it first this matter.

"Okay," he said. "Li Huai, let's start."

There is little impression of Mai Xia in the fog. The priest from **** did what she requested. What kind of protection did he use to protect himself from the mist, and he had expanded his influence on her. However, the voice she heard was so clear that those affected by the fog made terrible noises behind her. Some are simply grunts made by painful creatures, some are pleading for help, but the poorest are those-after seeing the majestic image of the **** priest emerge from the dirt-with as much etiquette as they can They are as polite as possible. Free them from pain.

Felixon suddenly started yelling. Mai Xia, who was holding onto his clothes, felt the fabric torn from her hands.

"Oh, God in heaven, no!" he screamed. "I can smell the mist. It is in my eyes. My mouth! Lord! Lord! Help me!"

Maixia stopped. "Hello? What happened? Do I think Felixon is protected?"

The demon said near Maisha's ear: "He is." She heard his voice and jumped up. "But I have stopped."

"what why?"

"His story is over. His service to me is complete. I have everything you need."

"You can't! I express pity on his behalf."

"You don't want to take on such debt."

"He eased my pain."

"Because he doesn't want to hug you."

"I know. Even then, I still know. But he did it."

"Very good. All he needs to do is ask. Did you hear that, Felixon? Ask, you will get it."

The magician had a reply, but it was not similar to any words that Maisha knew. Maixia gasped at Felixon.

"Talk!" she said. "Felixen, listen to me! Your lord calls your name! Answer him this is what you do." She took a step in the direction of the man and stretched her arms. The toe of her right foot touched him first.

"Can you hear me?" she begged, bending over to find the magician.

She received grunts in reply.

"Felixen! Say these things."

She heard a poor voice indicating his last attempt. Then she heard nothing.

"Felixen?" she whispered in the dark.

"He can't hear your voice," the pastor said.

"Oh my God," Mai Xia murmured. Her fingers didn't believe that her head would still realize it, and she continued to search for the devil's body. When her fingers touched something hot and sticky, she was already kneeling. Immediately, she opened her hand, and the unwelcome picture of carnivorous cutting was drawn in her mind.

She said: "I don't understand." "This person is loyal to you."

"What do I get by feeling?"

"Don't you care?"

"All are death, women. All suffering. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way Li Badi takes, Li Badi is defeated. Li Badi's only real legacy is death. And Li Badi's only legacy ,dust."

With that said, he turned and left, leaving the dead behind. Maisha gave a brief prayer to Felixon, and then followed him, worrying that if she stumbled, he would decide that she was no longer worthy of protection. Despite her age and poor eyesight, Mai Xia can still stay healthy. No matter what protective work is done to her, it seems to enhance her physical strength, and she does not have much trouble in the hunt of the monster.

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