Super Trick or Treat System

Since the mental power of the remaining Martians is not enough to support it, the monster's head is rapidly decreasing. The thing shrank a little and fell to the ground. There were less than a hundred dry Martians left, and they quickly disappeared in the flames of the rest of the stars.

Then suddenly, the head disappeared, and the unconscious Alana form fell from the horror. The few remaining Martians were resurrected. They jumped from their seats and started to run straight to the dead star fire.

In the chaos, Rohr slowly and gently lifted Alena into his arms. She is still alive, obviously not injured yet. Her knowledge of monsters and her ability to refuse to believe that monsters would harm her saved her life.

Within an hour, a dozen guards arrived on the phone. Then, Shorty gave Rohr a patrol ship to take Alanya to Heliopolis. When Calvin arrived, the whole place exploded. However, as the truth was revealed to him, his anger finally died.

On the small patrol ship, Alena sat next to Roll, watching the sunrise over the desert. Her eyes were dewy, and she immediately seemed happy and shy.

She said: "I found one thing that made me happy."

"what is that?"

"My father is not the drug addict I believe. The Martians can never impose it on him, so they had to change his brain. I know that what I do is not forced by a thousand people."

Rohr smiled at her. He thought, she must be reading his thoughts. He said: "Your father is a great man." He said: "He tried to solve a problem that has plagued mankind for ten thousand years, that is, how to unite incompatible races."

"Maybe he has achieved something. This conflict will expose the problem. I think the earth will find a solution."

"The Martians will follow the path of the Indians. Maybe we may eventually find some worthless and barren planets and keep hundreds of them. But the problem is as old as humans. There is no solution. Overcome it. For the weak, people call it progress."

"There will be a solution one day."

"You are a dreamer like your father. Never forget your dreams. That is the only thing that makes life worthwhile."

"Sometimes dreams come true, don't they?"

Roll tightened her eyes and drank the wine with cute eyes. He said, "I think I will go."

A temple sits on a moist plain and dense jungle, on smooth rocks and shiny leaves. Like most shrines of ancient order, the narrow spire points to the sky. The man, Venus man, quietly walked through the maze of this temple, with green fingers woven into a net under the long sleeves of the gray shawl. The green faces were expressionless under the holiness of their gray turbans. There was movement, these people wearing cloaks formed a circle of silver balls, located in the dead corner of the golden wall. They walked, there was no sound at every step. The green fingers were taken off, opened, and then gathered again. "It's great," said the flute-like voice. The other said. The silver ball was scattered like a fist-sized cloud-covered metal ball, emitting dull sparks, while a dozen brains searched the vast space of Venus for the evil and pure core. The pace was quickened, his face was still, and the thick air made a harsh scream from the throat of the giant black cat with dense orange eyes. The movement stopped and the uncovered gaze met. "Grittle?" pronounce one. "Grittle?" pronounce another. And the pacing continued, but the green lips remained unchanged. Thought search....

In that season, the jungle of Venus became a wet, humid swamp. The buds of sleet gleamed like long, thin snakes, and the leaves fell soft and moist from the vine tree. Nicholas Kane felt the tingling of sweat on his forehead, and then slipped to the sides of his face. He noticed that Fairy Boy was also sweating, so that the man's shirt turned black, and his head was curled with gray hair. Only women still look fresh in white shirts and shorts.

She was standing next to Kane's helicopter, drinking pure Scotch from a silver glass. Her husband Fairy Tong is also drinking, because he sits quietly in a folding chair under the tip of the left wing of the ship.

Kane thought, this is indeed a sweet thing.

The air breeze blows, and moist clouds hang on them like huge blankets of suffocation. The man stared at his knee, and the woman was playing Scotch in the glass. Kane's palm was flat on the arm of the chair.

He watched the woman closely. Her heart was full of light, full of tension, as if she was burning herself, she had to keep on exercising, laughing, insulting, seductive, because she was still burning alive and could not stop. Kane knew it was not a strong drink, because they had just begun a few minutes after he put the boat down.

They are about four hundred miles away from the colony. In the wilderness of Venus Jungle, four hundred miles is like the distance from day to night. Here is darkness, strangeness, weirdness and wilderness.

The birds screamed in the distance, and their sound was like the sound of a person being touched by fire. A thick muddy river crossed the cliffs above and behind them, hitting the transparent rock with a steady impact, just like the thunder in the sky in the distance, these sounds endlessly on Kane's ears.

A bird with black wings and a curly yellow beak emerged from the sultry sky and swept over the treetops in the surrounding clearing. They screamed as the pigeons rushed, keeping in harmony with the invisible still kitts. The chilling nerve harmony.

"Don't you drink with us?" the woman said, her teeth white between her smiling lips.

"Thank you, no," Kane said. The woman looked up at him. Her eyes were blue and they mocked Kane and mocked him while her husband was sitting there drinking and looking at his knees.

Kane decided to quickly break this into pieces and rubbed his palm on the arm of the chair.

On the other hand, because the husband is too quiet, too contemplative, too deliberately to not see the way, eyes and movements of his wife and Kane play.

She bent over and rubbed her fingers on her left knee. "Are there insects in this part of the jungle?" she asked Kane.

"some."

"But is there no malicious cat?" she said, straightening.

Kane said, "Not here."

"Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Yes." Kane looked back at the man. Kane judged that he was about fifty years old, at least twenty years older than this woman. His face is slender and sad, and the thin lines protruding from the corners of his eyes and mouth contrast sharply with the youthful cut.

The two men came to Cajun because his reputation in the colony was established. He has been bringing tourists into the jungle for more than three years. Although he cannot predict the entire country, he at least knows the general characteristics of these areas within a reasonable radius of the colony.

"Have you ever shot a malicious cat?" the woman asked, looking at Kane on her cup.

"No," Kane said.

"But have you heard that they are very scary and dangerous?"

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