Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Bang... Boom... Bang....

A little later, a rhythmic knock sounded on the door.

Sarah's familiar voice followed:

"It's me, open the door."

Sara did not hesitate this time and quickly asked Ruud to remove all obstacles in front of the goal.

Opening the door and seeing that familiar face, Sara couldn't help but pounce, and the milk swallow returned to Robb's arms.

"Robb~~

" Robb patted Sara's little head and praised: "Good job this time." I am also always ready to answer your call Sarah.

"Of course! I'm the one who successfully passed the Goblin King's test. Sara's little face lifted, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

But soon, she said a little embarrassed: "I was almost summoned just now."

"To last so long, Sara, you're already great." Robb Road.

"Wait until you go back to the academy,"

he was about to continue.

The sound of hurried running and roaring sounded outside the house and got closer and closer.

"Outsiders, you offended the greatest rope ball!"

"Death is your only way to atone for your sins!"

"Hand over the girl! She's also going to visit the hemp rope ball!

Suddenly

, the whole town woke up.

The sound of heavy footsteps had already appeared in Robb and Sara's field of vision, and those who arrived first either took some clubs or some guns, and killed them angrily.

"Who the hell are they? Also, why do you always let me visit the hemp rope ball?

With Robb by her side and not worrying about safety, Sara asked.

She had assumed that everyone who came to town would be invited to visit the hemp rope ball.

Now it seems that it is only himself, but Robb is not among the invited.

"Maybe hemp rope ball prefers beautiful and cute little girls." Robb said with a slight smile.

"Thanks for the compliment. It would be better if you removed the 'little' and just called you 'girl'.

Just as children always yearn for the adult world, Sarah said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her joy.

She doesn't consider herself a "little girl."

Whether it's the mind, or the body.

Facing Robb's gaze, Sara proudly straightened her chest.

But after only a few seconds, she shrunk back with a shy face.

Robb had to admit that in contrast, Zoe and Madison were still a little behind.

Robb, who felt that he had a long way to go, carried Sara to the open space outside the house.

It didn't take long for all the town to arrive.

Not much, only sixty or seventy people.

Much less than expected.

One thing is worth noting.

Among those who arrived, young men and women, middle-aged and old, but there were no children.

Not even someone Sara's age.

Robb said thoughtfully: "It seems that I guessed correctly, the hemp rope ball likes children the most."

Sara naturally knew what Robb really meant by "favorite."

Thinking that she had almost visited the hemp rope ball before, she approached Robb with some trepidation:

"What the hell is going on with these people?"

"People? They can no longer be called people. To be precise, it should be the puppet of the hemp rope ball.

Finally, Robb looked at a bungalow not far away with a spire with a star and stripe banner hanging on it.

The pride of this town, the largest hemp rope ball in the United States, is there.

Let's solve the miscellaneous soldiers in front of you first.

Robb, who had made a decision in his heart, looked at the fierce and strange townspeople who gradually gathered around.

He smiled and said to Sara on the side

, "Sara, want to have a bonfire?"

Sara was not discouraged: "Of course.

So, without waiting for this group of townspeople, who had long been reduced to hemp rope ball puppets, to help the abuse, react.

Robb swept his gaze around.

Moment!

One by one, the soaring torches covered all the townspeople who surrounded them.

For a while, the originally dark sky was dispersed by the bright firelight, and a lively and boiling bonfire party began.

The only difference was that the laughter that should have come next was replaced by a scream.

Looking at Sara's forced smile, Robb shrugged.

Looks like screwed up.

He snapped his fingers.

The burning torches rushed upwards, burning into oil and burning the townspeople to ashes even faster.

A bonfire party ended in vain.

After that, Robb didn't talk any more nonsense and took Sara to the center of town, which is also the signature place, in front of the bungalow with the most cannabis rope balls in the United States.

Pushing open the glass door, most of the space inside is occupied by a huge hemp rope ball that is much taller than a person.

On the surrounding walls, historical photos and newspapers about hemp rope balls are pasted.

The moment Robb and Sara stepped in, a radio loop introducing

the hemp ball was introduced: "Welcome to Cork, home to the largest hemp ball in the United States, pioneered by Greg Cork in 1954. Weighing nearly 20,000 pounds and standing 14 feet tall, the hemp ball is a modern miracle wrapped around linen thread... Mr. Corker is a doting father who created the hemp ball in honor of his two children. For 29 years, he spent hours winding hemp rope balls every day until he was finally able to show his results to the town..." Sara

looked at the giant hemp rope ball in front of her and wondered: "This hemp rope ball is the culprit that made the town look like today?"

Listening to the radio introduction, his gaze was withdrawn from the photo of the largest hemp ball maker Cork and his two children hanging on the wall next to him, and Robb looked at the hemp rope ball in front of him.

His gaze passed through the obstructions to the center of the sphere.

There, the bodies of some children are laid out in different positions.

Among them, two children who match the children in the photo are holding hands, happily staying in the crowd.

The moment Robb saw them, they opened their eyes, and their dead gray pupils looked straight over.

Robb's face remained unchanged, and he answered Sara's question: "It's so lonely, I want to find more partners to play with." Just used the wrong method. "

Looking for a partner to play?" Sara asked with a look of inquiry.

It's just that she can't let her think too much, and reality suddenly changes.

Thick hemp ropes suddenly stretched out from the surface of the huge hemp rope ball, and in the harsh sound of air friction, they turned into hundreds of whip shadows, and threw them towards Robb and Sara.

Robb, who did not want to have an American bondage, stretched out his hand, and an invisible wall of air condensed.

No matter how the hemp rope whips, it will not touch Robb and Sara in the slightest.

No more opportunities for the hemp ball to react.

Robb's pitch-black pupils were covered in a sea of fire.

A fierce flame suddenly ignited on the huge hemp rope ball.

Seeing this, Sara breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is it over?"

Robb shook his head calmly: "Not yet." "

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The hemp rope ball comes from the most cannabis rope ball in the United States in the Thriller Fifty States.

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Florida News: A man who goes to the nearby park every day to bask in the sun claims that by placing his chrysanthemums in the sun, he can directly absorb the energy of nature and strengthen his body. In the end, the price of this was that the man was severely burned and spent half a year in the hospital.