Super Trick or Treat System

Now I know very clearly that not I am the deliverer of the ultimatum. She exhausted the future of the entire world, and her golden voice foreshadowed some details in Punjabi.

She began to say, "Princesses, although some of them are undoubtedly not princesses," the holy and kind Mahatma was sentenced to death tonight because those people were dissatisfied with women who trusted him to have royal secrets. Compassion; indifference to their own well-being in order to avoid unjust punishment; but there are some people who are proud, and they are not indifferent!

"The women of Li Badi are proud that Li Badi couldn't let this gray Mahatma die! Li Badi cannot say that Li Badi agrees with the death of the man who made Li Badi see the ancient mysteries for the first time! I said, the Grey Mahatma will be tonight Immortal!"

The challenge came on the roof, and the women were excited about it. I admit that this excites me, because I don't like thinking about Mahatma's death, but like this person. The only person in the hall who was not interested was the Mahatma. He squatted on the carpet next to me like a bronze idol, his yellow lion eyes watching Yasmini facing him.

Continue to say: "These self-righteous people possess the secrets of royal science. Like Li Huai others, human beings are not inferior. If I learn the secrets by myself, they may make them in my head. There are other people, they don’t know how many people there are! Now there are more; not only women, but men! Not only men, but famous men! Men the government knows! They dare not give up!

"Indeed, if they wiped out the Grey Mahatma, no one would ask him because he left the world behind him a long time ago, and no one knew his real name or where he could get it. But among these other people, One of them is sitting next to him. Emperor Jihabihar has inquired about their names and business here by telegram. Government agents will be here within a day or two. These two white men must be accounted for. Then, let them Explain the life of Mahatma Gray to Li Badi!"

I glanced sideways at the Gray Mahatma. He seemed completely indifferent. He is not even interested in the prospect of probation. I think his thoughts are thousands of miles away, even though his eyes are straight. But he was interested in something, and I got the impression that he was waiting for it to happen. His attitude is almost like a telegraph operator, listening to voices that are meaningful to him, but meaningless to ordinary people. I saw him nodding and beckoning with a bent index finger.

No one greeted him in that hall. He did not nod to. Then I saw his eyes, even though they were looking directly at her, they focused on her infinite distance. Then I thought of the secret room in the solid rock below the Temple of Tilnius. The granite table stands on the secret room. Anyone who knows the secret can see anything anywhere! I believe that the people who read this book are as sensible as you. I swear that at that moment, it was reasonable for the Gray Mahatma to know that he was seen by observers in that cave, and he was sending a signal to them to save him- Save death from life!

But she didn't seem to notice any signal, and if she did, she would of course ignore it. Maybe she thinks that the female nest of her bumblebee can resist any invasion or interference from the outside world. In any case, she continued to carry out instructions to destiny with perfect noble assurance.

"Only the women of Li Bad can awaken India from the dream of Kari Yug. Only in a free India can the Royal Science get rid of its mystery. Currently, India is bound by opinions. Therefore, opinions must be broken or broken. Melt! It’s easier to melt! It’s the heart that melts opinions! Therefore, let these people bring this gray Mahatma with them to the United States, let them melt their opinions in the United States! Let them answer for Mahatma’s life and Li Huai. The work done for them!

"And, lest they feel that they have been imposed on them, they are beggars sent on behalf of beggars-let Li Huai pay them in the name of the royal! Look, one of the men is sitting next to the gray mahatma. I invite you , A royal woman, provided him with funds that Li Huai had appointed him and his friends to participate in the election campaign!"

She set an example and threw a wallet at me-a leather wallet full of English banknotes. The other wallets were obviously ready. It took about two minutes in the room! The wallet fell on Mahatma and me, so I must have never felt rich-even though Mahatma didn't notice them even if someone beat him.

There are all kinds of wallets filled with all kinds of money, but most of them are banknotes. However, some of them contain gold, because I heard the clanging of gold, and when they fall like a rock on certain parts of your defenseless anatomy, something weird can hurt you. In general, the women shot, but curiosity was not enough to make me pick up a purse and count the contents.

I stood up and bowed to thank you. I didn't intend to promise myself or touch any wallets. These wallets would be immediately interpreted as acceptance. But I quickly sat down again, because I didn’t have a black-haired woman and got up and stood up, putting aside the embroidered saree, except Arthurstein King, who was dumbfounded by lack of sleep, and nevertheless, Everything he experienced, but humorously decided.

Yasminie laughed loudly. Obviously she is secret. But no one else knew, because the trembling of excitement proved it. I think most women are quite delicious and shocking, although some of them are so full of ancient prejudices that they have pulled up their veils and seem to be trying to hide together. In fact, anyone interested in discovering the progressives and reactionary members of that rally can make a good guess at that moment, although unless he has a good memory of the colors and patterns in his memory, he may not Make him do well. Saree. A woman veiled in an Indian way is not easy to identify.

But after they decided whether to hate it or praise Kim's apparent cooperation with Yasmini, Kim Jong gave a speech that fascinated them. It would have fascinated any listener by its purity and masculinity. It is more straightforward than eloquence, without any imagination. Straightforward, honest integrity is the key to this, it takes the breath of all women who are accustomed to the need of Puda politics.

He said: "My friend and I refused." He stopped to let them know thoroughly. "Li Huai refused to accept your money."

Yasminie was proud of the wit she immediately prepared, surprised at her resistance or trying to stop him. At first glance, it was obvious that when Mahatma and I were locked up together, she and Kim had already held some form of meeting, and she obviously wanted to queue up and accept the trust in him. Even now, she still seems to think he might give in in his own way, because her face is full of expectation. However, Jin has no surprises other than disillusionment.

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