Super Trick or Treat System

Standing on a golden waist, the waist is high, stiff and stiff. In the large cave room behind him, there are countless groups of warriors, no doubt the leader. However, it is the true leader of the rat tribe-the chief-and the assembled guard of its high priest. Under the flood of light on the wall, their eyes were circles of fair skin. There are black spots in the center of each spot.

--Talking. His artificially whitened face made an ugly face. The sharp howling made no intelligible sound. But in some way, Li Huai implied a vague understanding of his gestures.

-Pointing at the captive; a slender finger pointing down is more suggestive than a human hand. "Guavaro," he said. During his whistle, the word was repeated many times.

""-What does it mean? Then Li Huai remembered. This is the word he heard in his dream, the name of Huohu.

The clergyman's clamor rang out amidst the fierce protests, and even Faye remained silent. They are rulers everywhere, and Li Badi knows they are demanding him for themselves. Then, a person still holding the body in his arms swooped forward, and his long claws caused indescribable damage to the body and face.

Li Huai looked away from the terrible glasses. Because he soon saw something more terrifying than desecrating a corpse. He saw that he was still alive, tortured and tortured by those beasts. Sheriff Downer's dead face was staring at him from the red, eyeless socket, and Li Badi leaped over and flew over the golden wall. His gun was ten steps away. At the moment he realized it, he knew why his life was spared.

In the fire room, he destroyed their priest. They saved him from further torture.

Put your hand on the gun, die and fight-this thought is a silent prayer in his heart. Devilish screams echoed in the room behind him. In front of him is a metal shelf. When he fell to the floor, his outstretched hand was just under the blue .45. The copper wire is on him.

Halfway down, he hardly knew when they dragged him to his feet. He faced the golden figure of --, but now the ruler's indecision had disappeared. He is exercising all his power, and even Li Huai's moving brain understands the doom that is about to be announced.

"Jevaro!" he screamed. "Jevaro!"

The priest swept the metal table clean next to him. All his clothes, guns, and radio receiver were looted and thrown into a huge box. - Still yelling. Soon after, Li Huai took off, rushed to the separation wall, and was thrown out of the sacred house he had invaded. Then, the Red Guard's hand closed him before he struggled to stand up. A shiny object came down from above his head. This is the last one he knows.

It's a dream come to nothing. He always realized this steady or even declining phenomenon when he was half awake, and he knew it had been going on for several hours.

Once he saw the black wall sliding smoothly, he kept going up. Groping, he tried to organize his facts into an understandable order. He fell, fell to the center of the earth, what he saw was not a rock, nor any metal he knew.

He said to himself faintly: "It's completely different, new thing. Rocks will flow; this is under pressure." But he knew that the air pressure had increased greatly. The blood echoed in his ears. He wants to sleep.

It was this heat that awakened him. The air suffocated him, suffocated him. He struggled to move his heavy body, and when he opened his eyes to know that he was in a bright place, he was fighting this nightmare. The first thing to see is the wall, which is no longer black, and even no longer features rocks or even metal. As you can feel, here is the new material that forms the core of the world. Under normal light, it will turn red. It turned orange, frightening in the brilliant yellow brilliance from the end of the tunnel.

The brain is not working properly. The unbearable weight seemed to be pressing on him—he thought he was not used to this pressure. The air itself is hot!

The breeze blew steadily towards the yellow scary place at the end of the tunnel. Yellow, that is, reflected light; but when Li Huai dared to turn his head, its source was a scorching, dazzling white.

Both hands clasped his **** red hand. A person's body looked like it had melted copper in the dazzling fire and approached. His hand drew a circle on Li Badi's bare chest. Straight lines radiated from the circle, stinging the helpless. He saw the same sign in the Fire Temple and in the big room where he stood.

He prepared a living sacrifice. The symbol of their legendary sun **** was burned into his flesh. The priest's body was covered with a shiny copper film, which must have some heat resistance, so it caught him.

The red warrior flinched. Then, - appeared. He joined the death march led by the regiment. The voice is shouting-blowing the horn somewhere. Then, Li Huai moved like a man in his dream, knowing that the pastor was leading him to that incredible wait.

The tunnel ends. About him is a hell, hot and hot colors blend together. The whole world seems to be burning, but at the end of the tunnel is a boiling pit, no one can see and live with the naked eye.

At first glance, he could only see the unbearable white color of the lake of fire beneath it, and then his stiff chain broke, and Dean Lee was struggling frantically under the grip of the two copper giants.

They have been chanting monotony. They have stopped fighting now, and they are struggling to drive the man out of the last ten steps, even a step that they dare not even go.

Beyond the scope of consciousness. Closed his eyes to the unbearable heat, he fought desperately, and then knew that his last strength came from him. He still struggled to open his eyes. Some thoughts of facing death forced him.

One

The ugly bronze face stared very close. It disappeared miraculously, disappearing into the white clouds. Then, the blazing wall disappeared-there is nothing in the world, only white clouds rushing, the gust of wind, the roar of the explosion and the cold, so bitter, burning like fire.

He vaguely wanted to know that he was still holding his hands tightly. In the dimness, he felt other corpses nearby. The other hands made him lie on the ground still struggling, still struggling, making him free to break free. There was a narrow opening in the wall, and the billowing white clouds enveloped the darkness. They dragged him in, and there were other people hugging him, they were white-white vapor whirled on him.

Ahead, his previous dream girl is guiding him, her hands are cold and soft. Others helped him. He stumbled to a steep and narrow place.

White! They had reached out to him with a vision. Is this also a dream? Is it just death? The cold-did the liquid fire really entangle him?

Dean Lee is not sure. He only knew that his fate was completely in the hands of these white men, and when the priest fled, the ugly eyes on the bronze priest's face glared at them.

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