Super Trick or Treat System

The above is that it was never intended to be used strictly, and it turns out that it can avoid crashes better than most other devices. Along the line, the activated beam network shuts down and releases power on a series of fixtures on the coffin bed. For five sleepers, there is nothing. The cabin that hugged them was smeared on the side of the mountain. Another two-thirds of the people were aroused, lived, and spent their lives and breathing in the dark. It was a short nightmare and gave in.

But in the cabin closest to the rent from which the coyote had escaped, a young man suddenly sat up, widened, looking into the darkness with fearful eyes. He grasped the purchased items tightly on the smooth edge of the box he was lying on, bent his knees in some way, weak knitting back and forth, half fell and half pushed to the floor, he could only stand on the box.

At a loss, sick, and weak, he swayed there, only conscious of himself and how he felt. There was a small voice in the darkness, quietly groaning, and sighing. But it doesn't make much sense. Deep in his heart there was a compulsion to be expelled from this place, and his horror made him retreat.

His waving hand slapped painfully on an upright surface, and his probing fingers vaguely identified it as an exit. Unconsciously, he fumbled along the surface of the door until the door yielded under the weak pressure. Then he went out, his head swimming, attracted by the lights behind the wall.

He moved toward that step in a crawling manner, over the broken skin of the earth. Then, with a harsh roar, he fell onto the mound where the ship pushed during the descent. He fell helplessly on a small piece of dirt and sand, and hit a rock that was not easy to move with enough force to turn him over and stun him again.

The second smaller moon of Topaz revolves brightly in the sky, and its weird green light turns the blood-stained face of the explorer into an alien mask. It spread well to the horizon, and when a hoarse voice broke the small sound of the night, its big yellow companion star rose.

When,, gradually rose, the man got excited and put a hand on his head. His eyes opened, he looked at him vaguely, and sat up. Behind him was a broken ship, but he did not look back.

Instead, he stood up and hobbled into the direct path of moonlight. In his brain, there is a whirlpool of thoughts, memories and emotions. Maybe one of his assistants could have explained this chaotic mixture. But in fact, Lee Bad Fox Lee Bad Fox US jet lag, the members of Operation Cochs are no longer a thinking animal, but are more than these two coyotes to pay for the moon that does not belong to their disappearing home Ceremony etiquette.

Li Badi swayed and was inexplicably attracted by the cry. The familiar things passed through all the broken debris in his mind. He stumbled, fell, and crawled again, but he kept going.

Above, the coyote lowered his head, testing a new smell. She realizes that this is part of the right way of life. She yelled at her partner, but he was addicted to the night song, his gun pointed at the moonlight, and he was mourning.

Li Huai tripped and leaned forward on his hands and knees, feeling this kind of landing can hit his stiff forearm. He tried to stand up, but his body only twisted, so he lay on his back, looking up at the moon.

A strong and familiar smell... and then the shadows enveloped him. There was steam on his cheeks, and the animal tongue was waving quickly on his face. He raised his hand, held the thick fur, and held on, as if he had found a rational anchor in this crazy world.

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Li Bai's knees were supported on the red ground, and when he blinked, he separated a tall rusty brown grass with cautious fingers, and looked towards the valley. The golden mist covered most of the landscape. His head aches from dull persistence, and this pain is aggravated to some extent by his confusion. Studying the land ahead is like trying to see through a very different image. He knew it should be there, but what was placed in front of him was very different.

The light gray shapes were flying in the tall grass, and Li Badi tightened his face. \'-Coyotes? Or is it his actual companions-spirits who can choose their shape at will, and, strangely, this time assumes the bodies of man's cunning enemies? Are they allies or \'? In this crazy world, he didn't know.

Love Dick? His thoughts formed a word he did not speak: friend?

Yellow eyes saw him directly. Since the dawn of the morning woke up in this unfamiliar wilderness, he has been dimly aware that the four-legged trot he chatted with him when he walked aimlessly, has the characteristics of a non-beast. Not only did they face him face to face, but in some ways they seemed to be able to read his thoughts.

He yearned for water to relieve the burning pain in his throat, the ever-present pain in his head, and these creatures pushed him in another direction, leading him to a pool in which he drank a strange sweet , But not unpleasant taste.

Now, he gave them names, which were derived from dream names, which concealed his stumbling blocks in this weird country.

\'---It is the woman, she has been with him, never risked his side. Naquinta, who is he, the Boy Scouts are the men who do this, disappearing for a long time from time to time, and then returning to face the man and his partner, as if to convey the necessary reports on their journey.

It's searching now, and when she was panting, her red tongue slipped from her mouth. He can't be determined by hard work. No, she is excited and eager for the hunt! That's it-hunting!

Li Bad's own tongue stuck to his lips, leaving a deep impression on people. Right in front, there is meat-rich and fresh. Living flesh, waiting to be killed. In him, his intense hunger aroused him and made him escape the dream of ending.

His hand reached to his waist, but his groping fingers did not find a vague memory telling him that he should be there-a belt with a knife.

He examined his body intently and found that he was fully covered by smooth, dull breeches. The brown material blends well with the surrounding vegetation. He wore a loose shirt, tied a folded cloth belt around that narrow waist, and the two ends of the cloth floated freely. The high-footed moccasins are on his feet, the legs and calves extend up a certain distance, and the toes are rounded.

He found that some of them were familiar, but they were just fragments of memory. His thoughts are once again above another painting. He does know one thing-he has no weapons. This recognition rushed home with a real and terrible fear, which tore up more confusion covering his thoughts.

\'impatient. After taking a step or two, she now looked back at him, her yellow eyes split, and the need for him was real and real, as if she had said something understandable. Meat is waiting, she is hungry. She also hoped that Li Huai would help hunting immediately.

Although he couldn't compare with her smooth elegance in the grass, Li Huai followed her and kept hiding. Despite the painful sting, he shook his head violently, the action cost him, and he paid more attention to his surroundings. Obviously, the ground below him, the surrounding grass, and the valley of golden mist are all real, not part of a dream. Therefore, the other villages he has been seeing in a spooky way are hallucinations.

Even the air he inhaled and expelled from his lungs had a strange smell or taste? He is not sure which one. He knew that hypnosis training would have strange side effects, but...this....

Li Bai stopped and stared at him unconsciously. The coyote's passage was still waving grass. Hypnosis training! what is that? Now he came up with three photos: two mismatched landscapes and a gloomy third one. He shook his head again, and stretched his hands to his temples. This-this is only true: the ground, the grass, the valley, his hunger, waiting for the hunt....

He forced himself to focus on the present and the part of the world he could see, feel, and smell, and these worlds existed around him.

As he chased after Nari Kiddyu, the grass became shorter and shorter. But the smog has not decreased. It seemed to hang on a patch, and when he ventured across the edge of a patch, it was like crawling up and down in a golden fog, the dancing dust was here and there, the sparkling spots spinning and flying like living things . Covered by something, Li Badi stretched out his hand and brushed it and sniffed.

It was a warm smell, he could not recognize a strong smell, but he was connected with a living creature. He lay flat on the ground, pushed his head and shoulders under the bushes, and looked forward.

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