Super Trick or Treat System

The soldier yelled and seemed surprised that Hesilah tried to hold his weapon while describing his weapon

Involuntary somersaults, or that she did so without causing minimal harm to herself. She met his pale blue eyes,

Fear and despair, seeing him shrink his eyes, as if her eyes had the power to make him die. She feels pain everywhere

The limbs, her spine is a river of fire, but the feeling of burning heat is exhilarating rather than debilitating. Although she is depressed

When her opponent was standing, the soldier could not make the most of his advantage.

He pushed back again and again, but Sisera blocked the two thrusts with enough force to make his steps unstable.

The soldier did not risk falling, but moved sideways to restore balance, which gave her the opportunity to change herself

Own position. When he attacked again, she was still on her knees, but when she blocked his fourth thrust, she borrowed a little

His offensive power made herself upright-now she has an advantage because she is a few inches taller than him, and

Longer coverage.

Imperial soldiers should have confidence. After all he is a trained man, and Sisera is young and female-but

The eyes of men tell true stories. He could hardly bear to look at her, she became so scared. She doesn't lack

The beauty shocked him; he knew and understood that she was moved and transformed by witchcraft. He is a brave man,

although. He opened his mouth to say something that might be praying, and then attacked again. His courage was for

His life.

Never trained any weapons, but she and Dezan and her other companions played the same game,

To her advantage, the boy always decides which games to play. She participated in swordsmanship competitions,

Branches and broomsticks, now she has the power to complement the agility of hands and eyes, and her reflexes are very good

Enough to stop the increasingly desperate attacks of Imperial soldiers.

Sisera was satisfied for three to four minutes, checked him, and then she started fighting, and then chased her.

opponent.

His training enabled him to master enough skills to resist six strikes, but his skills were not enough to save him

His life. Although she was still suffering, but the pace, the power within reach and the devilish power made him even more powerful.

First, she chopped his arm so that he could no longer use his weapon, and then she stabbed his arm upward.

In the abdomen, push the blade through the intestine and liver, piercing the diaphragm.

He died much faster than she had imagined, and he must have lost consciousness in front of the creature that was once Nimian.

He walked out of the alien forest carelessly, picked up his body with two big hands, and lowered his head.

What was originally seen on the skin was just a sketch, now it is clearly shown on the colored scales and shawl

feather. This creature now has wings. They were picked up temporarily, but she estimated that their span was at least thirty feet. they

The colors are also bright. The monster’s hands and feet are huge claws, but its face still retains the human echo-

Even if the nose and mouth are twisted and twisted into shapes, they can still be recognized like cotton

beak

If she had seen such a sight two days ago, Sisera would have been very shocked, perhaps paralyzed by terror, but she saw

Sheila is in many stages of this strange perversion, almost feeling that she is looking at a friend's face-she is a friend

She can or will do better than anyone else, and anyone can say the same to her. This strange person

Touching her, this touch is not a casual salute or caress. She has been attracted by its evolution. She was interested in it-but

She does not feel that she is a slave or a victim. She feels proud, as if she has more control over her destiny now than ever before

Give her the former secondary self.

She pointed out that when the monster continued to cook with the **** corpse, she might help me.

It said that there is no need. Sound seems to be everywhere. The creature’s beak obviously cannot

It forms the same particles and popping sounds as human lips, but the words are clearly audible and the pronunciation is perfect.

Nimian's speech is slurred.

I just want to know where the new language commands of the daemon come from to know the answer, as if by

Inspiring guesses. This is no longer Nepal, but the king of change: a very powerful king of change. It can hear

Humans...no, don't listen, to be precise, but share.

No secrets exist, at least all languages ​​are safe.

It shares the language of people who have been in contact with people who have not, and is not entirely fragmentary. It shared everyone's

Intelligence, as well as everyone’s imagination, hope, anxiety and ambition. It completely owns her, but even Li Badi has

Reserves, more distant glimpses and even more ideas; but the sum of all the different parts

It rules not only a whole, but it is much stronger than any whole. This is a crazy patchwork

Chaos, but at the same time a million minds and one mind: a mind suitable for a daemon.

Looking at the eyes of those bleak birds of prey, realizing that the daemon is happy to have such fine fragments

And was completely attracted by the scope and complexity of its theft and lending. The daemon must know

Will not live long-but it will only increase the excitement of the experience and the special power gained from it

Know how.

She realized that, in a sense, the daemon is a kind of brute force: something of primitive power, its destructive power still exists

Underdeveloped. But, in a sense, it is still a baby: owned by young people, and all curiosity about children.

Naive. The reason she knows this is because in a sense, she has now become a pot of the daemon: not just extra limbs

But additional information.

Leaning back on the radiator of the truck, she did her best physically and mentally. Grille very

It's hot, but the heat doesn't seem uncomfortable.

Her body was absorbed, and the fire in her body burned brighter. She feels very tired, but is determined not to sink

When the monster looked down at her, she fell to the ground. She didn't want to risk being mistaken for another one

Tooth-like debris is used more as a nutrient than a living thing.

"What should I call you now?" she asked, hoping to provide more evidence that she was not eating, "Master or

friend?

"," the monster replied.

"." She said mechanically. Who gave you the name? Gavalon?

The monster seems to have considered this question very carefully, as if it was a question that needs to be considered directly by himself.

Want to know if she really should regard this creature as "it", or is it more appropriate to revert to it?

"He", but she thought it might not be a big deal.

The giant finally said to her: "The king of change needs a real name." "I am the great king of change: a very, very great God

change. This name is mine and it is deeply rooted.

"Well, Sasolar, the king of change," Sisera said slightly amused at her strength, "Of course you changed me."

"Yes," the monster said, echoing her entertainment. \'I changed everything. That is my nature and my purpose. I change. I change

I. I changed the world. I changed the game. I changed. Changes are concentrated; changes are crystallized; changes are clarified. Thank you

You asked.

\'why? \'She asked, a little surprised.

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