Super Trick or Treat System

The **** priest would linger happily from the cover of the woodland of hell, watching how Death's farce developed in his former residence, but his business was more urgent. He took three steps and led him to the thorny bushes surrounding the forest, marking the end of the forest. Its rough branches are intricately intertwined and look as strong as a wall. The giraffe reached into the knotted bush, and the barb tore his flesh. He pushed deeply like his wrist, then grabbed the tangled branches and pulled hard. Several small white lights spread from the cut branches, and they spread out in all directions.

Felixon watched in awe. He has seen a lot of work more spectacular than this, but to feel the power it is generating, it is worth his surprise. The jungle was overgrown in the energy changes of his master, and its thorns suddenly swayed and swayed like thorny seaweed in the wind.

Ferickson felt the old feeling in his stomach and on the ball just seconds before the incident. This feeling meant that the work he was doing was changing from a pure theory to a reality. He held his breath, this is the meaning of the action he is watching now, far beyond the basic state of his own magic skills, so he doesn't know the consequences of doing so.

The whole forest was shaking. Felixon could hear the sounds of fireworks in the distance, waves rising one after another. There were fires in all directions. Felixon glanced at his master's face and was surprised to find that it was an expression he had never seen before: smile.

"Hide your face," the **** priest said.

Felixson followed the instructions, covering his face with his hands, but his curiosity made him better. He stared at his fingers and watched the glasses continue to upgrade. The smile did not leave his master's face. Felixson saw that the **** priest raised his arms to the posture of being victoriously nailed to the cross, and it really became clearer. The energy response is instantaneous. They wrapped themselves around his arms and fingers.

Felixon knew what was coming, and he couldn't look away from him.

Li Badi looked back at Lana. "How close is it to your home?"

"Walk another mile or so. What the fuck?"

"Good," Li Bad said. Then he opened the door and got out of the car. "Everyone is waiting here. It's no coincidence."

"Lee Badi shouldn't-"

With a light wave of Li Bai, Mai Dong's protests stopped, and he looked left, then right. This street is empty. Except for Maidong’s truck, the only other vehicles were abandoned, and all vehicles were deprived except for paint. None of the nearby houses were burning. Despite the bad atmosphere, Li Badi's tattoo did not sting. This is either a real deal or a mirage.

Li Huai crossed the road and shouted at the little man standing on the corner, "Hey! Uncle! Are you lost?"

Dale looked up at Li Badi, as if he hadn't even noticed the existence of another soul.

"Bad Lee?" Dell asked. He walked into the street and turned 5% of his attention to Li Badi, and the rest to the surrounding environment.

"Something has happened, see you here," Li Hao said.

"I'll go..."

"Your dreams tell you. Yes. I remember. Your dreams tell you..."

"Stand in this exact position at this exact moment."

"Do they tell you I will be here?"

Dell smiled. "No. But it's really a surprise." He said, his voice full of sincerity.

"Don't Saul and Bemer want to come?"

"Saul will never show up. And Miss Bellmer... well, she was found dead last night, her mouth full of huge sex. This is not the **** they cut off."

"For friends from high places, too much."

"Very good, I said."

"You can't see me crying, can you? So, do you want to take a ride?"

"Oh. The van? No. I'm afraid it didn't show up."

"Wow!"

Li Badi paused. Every drop of ink on his skin suddenly made the cry of war, and the thousand silent air raid sirens disappeared immediately. It's like a kick in his stomach. His breath disappeared, and he fell to the ground, seeing nothing but the tink of ink. Dimly, he heard Mai Dong yell to him: "Get up, get up; get up. Mai Xia said that Li Huai must leave here!" Then, Mai Dong knelt beside him in some way.

"Damn it! Your **** ink is screaming." He said.

Then, the voice suddenly rose, and the voice fell. Li Badi opened his eyes, and his senses returned to him. He put everything in: McDonald and Dale were staring at him. Mai Xia is listening to the wind.

"Everyone," Li Badi said softly, "See Dell."

"Like in \'Alan-a\'," Dale said. "obsessed with."

When everyone said hello, Li Bai took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

"He is a friend I met in New Orleans. He is a good person, isn't he, Dell?"

"It's easy," Mai Dong said.

"I'm fine," Li Hao said.

"It doesn't look good," Lana said.

"I am. Very good," Li Hao said. "Very loud. Very fast."

Dell said: "It must be close."

"I guess. No matter what it is, it's big." Li Huai said. "Li Huai should go now. Before it gets here."

"Before you get here?" Lana said.

Dale turned to answer her question.

"hell."

"Damn it. There will be a violation point here," Maisha said. "The person who is pale on the other side wants to enter this place... Damn me." Maixia stopped. "I just realized that there are no ghosts here." She half-turned and pointed her face to the sky. Then, after a few seconds: "Not one."

"What's that sound?" Mai Dong said.

It suddenly began to surround them, not one sound but many sounds. Li Huai turned to the scene and listened to the source.

"It's the house," Li Hao said. The window rattled on the door frame, and the locked door vibrated as if it was about to tear itself open. The loose tiles on the roof were randomly shaken and slid off, hitting the ground below, and the sound of countless household objects dancing inside the house. The noise of falling and smashed objects (tableware, bottles, lamps, mirrors) escalated, as if every house was destroyed at the same time.

Mai Dong said: "It looks like Li Huai is fighting."

"Damn it," Lana said. "Wrong place. Untimely. The story of my **** life."

Mai Dong reached under the driver's seat of the van and pulled out a carpet. He put it on the sidewalk, squatted down, unfolded, and shouted to his friends.

"Does anyone want this?"

Li Bai glanced at the knives and other deadly tools laid on the two-foot-long useless carpet. The longest is a machete with great deflection (Li Huai used it once before), and there are six blades to choose from. The longest is a sturdy hunting knife. The butcher gave Mai Dong the smallest one on Valentine’s Day. Of the knife. He has dated.

"No, thank you. Too many bad memories. But please give Mai Xia a knife."

Mai Dong nodded and chose Mai Xia. Dell picked up the scimitar.

Still, the energy scattered on the streets flooded the houses, exploding some windows, and some were exploded, as if the rising force was almost the tide. The street lights went out suddenly, and despite Li Bai's earlier protest, Mai Dong still inserted the knife into Li Bai's hand. Li Huai nodded in agreement.

"Your tattoo?" Mai Dong asked.

"Mad," Li Hao said.

"Any ideas?"

"I don't like it either."

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