Super Trick or Treat System

The rope was short, the rope was tightened, and the rope loop was dropped again. In the end, he tried again and again unsuccessfully, holding his breath, we watched the noose settle on the rock mass. Pulling the rope slightly, we saw it stretch above the rapids. Tighten the knot, fasten it. Grinned and exhaled.

"There," he said, pulling the rope hard, pulling hard. The rock outcrop broke, split, split, collapsed completely into the rapids, and the sudden leap almost made the foot fall off. The boulder was rolling, and with the huge bouncing, the speed of descending the mountain was getting faster and faster, clutching the rope tightly.

We just stood and stared for a minute. Yarma vowed to be terrible, the unprintable filth of Zhongshan Road tongue, and his brother joined the "Devil How do I know rock will split?"

"It splits better now than when we depended on it," Keira said stubbornly. "I have a better idea." As she spoke, she was untying the rope and knotting one of the spare parts with a belt. She gave the other end of the rope to Lyris. "Hold on," she said, slipping out of the blanket and windbreaker, shaking in a thin sweater. She untied her boots and threw them to me. "Now let me stand on your shoulders, Jamal."

It was too late, I guessed her intentions, and yelled: "No, don't try!!" But she had already climbed up to an unstable height on the shoulders of Dakota and grabbed the drag man. The lowest ring of the bridge. She hung there, swaying slightly and disgustingly, because the loose vines made her heavy.

"--Call her down!"

Keira yelled: "I am lighter than any of you, and not heavy enough to be used on a rope!" She added, her voice trembling a little, "- and hang on that rope! If you Without it, I will do nothing!"

She clung to the ring of the vine tightly and reached the next ring with her empty hand. Now she swayed on the edge of the rapids. I force my mouth to signal to others to spread out slightly below-if she falls, it will not help.

Jamal watched the woman suddenly change the third lap-jogging vigorously towards her weak weight-suddenly shouted, 113 "Kayla, hurry up! The cycle of transcendence-don't touch the next cycle! It's worn out! -Rotten!"

Keira moved her left hand to the right in the third cycle. She stretched her hand far, missed the grip, swayed again, breathing tightly, clutching the safe fifth lap. I watched, afraid of fear. The **** girl should tell me her intentions.

Kayla lowered her head and we glanced at her face, trying to paint a mixture of sunburn cream and sweat. Her tiny swaying figure hangs twelve feet above the white tumbling water. If she loses her grip, only a miracle can keep her alive. She hung there for a moment, shook slightly, and then started a long swing back and forth. On the third forward swing, she jumped a long distance and caught the last lap.

It slid her fingers. She used her other hand to grasp the vine frantically. The vine was drastically immersed in the water under her weight, ran with her fingers, and quickly folded in half. When it separated, she screamed wildly, twisting her body frantically in the air, causing the torrent to reach halfway and half into the torrent, but on the other side. She raised her legs on the dry ground and squatted there, soaked to her waist, but safe.

Dak mortals cheered. I signaled to Lyris to make his rope end 114 yell around the heavy tree roots, "Are you hurt?" She said in a pantomime that the thunder of the water drowned people's words, and she bent down and tied the rope with the rope. Caught the rope. I gestured to her in sign language to make sure they tied the knot. If someone slips and falls, she has no weight to support us.

I dragged the rope to test by myself, and then fixed it firmly. I wrapped her boots around my neck with the rope of the boots, and then holding the fixed rope, Kendricks and I went into the water.

It was even crueler than I expected. My first step was almost the last step; the rapids rushed to my knees, I struggled, and besides putting my hands on a fixed rope, I could also measure my own length. Buck Kendricks grabbed me and let go of the ropes to do it, and I swear to him, we stood up again to resist the surging waves. When we were struggling in the turbulent waters, I admitted to myself. Without the rope to repair at the risk of our lives, we will never be able to cross.

Shaking, we walked over and dragged ourselves out. I signaled to the others to cross two at a time, and Kyla grabbed my elbow. "Jason-"

"From now on, **** it!" I had to yell so that I could hear the roaring water, because I reached out to help Raf gain a foothold.

"This-can't wait." She yelled, holding up her hands and yelling to my ears. I opened her. "what!"

"There are draggers on the top of the bridge! I saw them! They cut the ring!"

Regis and Jamal struggled. The lightweight Regis was swept over his feet and Jamal turned around and grabbed him, but I yelled at him to stay alert-they were still tied together by the rope, and if the rope was contaminated, we might drown. Someone. Lyris and I jumped down and dragged Regis away. He coughed and spit out cold water, soaking his skin.

I signaled to Lyris to leave the fixed rope, although I hardly expected it to be there when we returned, and quickly looked around to discuss what to do. Regis and Rafite and I were soaked; the others were far above knees. At this height, it is dangerous, although we are not enough to worry about frostbite. With trailing or no trailing, we must take less risk to find a place where the fire can be ignited and dried out.

"There-there is an open space." I said briefly, and then hurried away.

Now we are climbing **** the rocks, and in some places we have to struggle to grasp, and then flatten ourselves on the almost pure wall. As we climbed to a higher place, the strong wind rose, wailing in the dense forest, coughing in the rocky outcrop, and then biting 115 people through our icy teeth soaked clothes. Kendricks is working very hard now, I tried my best to help him, but I always feel cold. We obtained a clearing, a small clearing on a smaller mountain peak, and then I instructed the two Dagowan brothers to collect dry bushes in the driest place and set them on fire. There is hardly enough sunset time to set up camp. But when we did enough, safety was fine, so I gave the order to put up the tent, and then angrily walked around Kaila.

"Seeing this, don't try any dangerous tricks unless ordered!"

Regis Hasdull said: "Relax, she will never cross without a fixed rope. Good job, girl."

"Don't worry about this!" I did, but Kayla's plain, gloomy face gleamed under Hastur's praise, but my heart was full of dissatisfaction.

The fact is-I reluctantly admit it-a light person like Kayla is less dangerous on the acrobat's bridge than the roaring current. That didn't alleviate my troubles. Regis Hastur’s intervention and the stupid smile on the girl’s face made me boil.

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