Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

The golden radiance sprinkled into the mill against the window can always be connected with the healthy herbivores such as fawns and antelopes. The curvy white legs like sculptures are contaminated with translucent body fluids, and the backlighting shadows are on their backs. The dark colors are painted on it, and after being impacted, the rope hanging from the neck, the stiff body, and the miserable arc drawn with the center of the room beam. //www.//

"She is a good girl. Innocent, gentle, kind and considerate. You should find a good man to marry and have a peaceful child-bearing child-such a future could have been there, only when you decided to survive by betraying others From the moment, such a reservation has been cancelled and will never come."

The mockery seemed to pass from the bottom abyss of **** into his ears. Rosse kneeled on the ground with his mouth wide open, trembling, forgetting to escape and roaring. Only his swing-like swaying pattern remained in his mind. His face with unclear expression in the backlight was buried deep into the darkness, and a whisper of soul shattered from his black hole-like face.

"Knowing what you have been doing all this time-after all the betrayal and betrayal of Roland, those of the travelers, and of herself, she chose this fierce way of self-determination. She deeply admires this. From The appearance of Miss Leleco is really unimaginable. A blind little girl would have such an impulsive and courageous aspect. He will not hesitate to use this form to repay your sins. I hope that we will let Mr. Rosse go."

The stab arc re-straightened into a word, and the hollow comments without the heat and the cold will whisper in the back, and I heard it in Rose. Those psychotoxins that exhaled a deadly fragrance, and the faint tone that was not even contemptuous are no longer terrible, but they have an incredible sense of intimacy.

The extreme darkness and sweetness are licking the emptiness of the soul, hugging the wife on the wedding night, watching the daughter's "releasing with both hands" * The intense danger pleasure that cannot be compared is embezzling Rose's thinking.

"Then... Mr. Rose's housework will be handled by your two fathers and daughters. The housework between you and your unfilial son needs to be resolved, so don't disturb me."

The sharp claws that choked the throat moved quietly, and the faint helplessness of the acquaintances came from the far side that could not be understood. Gradually away. The dark-haired teenager who didn’t know exactly what he was doing got up from the chair and left. The sound of a thoroughbred horse came from outside the door. The old floor bears the weight and moves with a bitter sigh-the world’s voice, the darkness in front of him are all about to leave Rose, Leave this mill.

"Oh. By the way, although no formal legal documents have been processed yet, it is the same as the stance of doing something anyway. There is a sentence to send to Mr. Rosse."

The shadow pacing to the door stopped, and the melodious and brisk voice dropped the words of thought or exhortation:

"Mrs. Zun unfortunately passed away because of the fraud of the fake doctor and the neighbor's gang, and Miss Leleco could not stand Mr. Rose's blasphemy and betrayal of her. She chose suicide to atone for you in shame and anger. Now--"

The muscles of the cheeks and the corners of the mouth were raised diagonally upwards, and the crescent-like smile was exactly the same as the sickle dancing in the death hand.

"Mr. Rose, what are you supposed to do, what to do, only to be good?"

The elegant smile that makes people see chills on the back and goose bumps all over the body is not a **** of death.

Only in the world created by the rebellious gods can a demon praising a vicious and evil virtue have this enchanting smile.

The corner of the miller's mouth twitched skewed, and the crack that could no longer be closed overflowed with saliva until the chest wet the clothes. That mocked and denied everything Rose had so far. From the beginning to the end, the demon who had no idea what had come from had disappeared from Rose’s cloudy retina with his men. Outside the open door, the sunny sky and the forest declared that the nightmare in the mill had ended. Really nothing.

"Hoo hu hu hu hu hu hu..."

His wife died long ago, and Lelek also committed suicide. It may have been suicide, but it doesn’t matter to Rosel.

The nervous laughter leaked out of the hole and the windy hole, and the face with a heterogeneous mad laughter was covered with dirty body fluids mixed with sweat, tears, snot, saliva. In the burst of laughter, Rose stood up. Saw.

The spirit that completely collapsed, miraculously spelled out a trembling speech that no listener could hear.

Only he could hear and see in the crooked sense world, a wonderful comfort yearning dominated Rose's consciousness.

The bloodshot eyes didn't have any focus and looked aimlessly to the left and right. Soon, the ring hanging from the room beam set off against the scattered pupils.

"Isn't... there?"

The urn's lips exclaimed with excitement, and the last point of reason was exhausted. Rosse walked towards the rope loop that was being swayed by the wind that was sliding into the mill, and his pocket fell to the ground. Amidst the crisp and pleasant sound, Suhe Liar, the accompaniment of the silver coins running around everywhere, Rosse walked straight towards the road that melted into the blue sky...

The dull and dull sound of the moment when the footing fell to the ground once again resounded through the mill, not only Tyre~www.readwn.com~ other elves' faces were only indifferent from the bottom of their hearts.

Investigating the nature of life's decline will reveal that it is nothing but a universal phenomenon that is completely consistent. Of course, in the eyes of wisdom, the end of life should be given corresponding meanings at different levels and weights due to differences in objects and processes.

Princes, nobles, monks, prostitutes, traffickers, soldiers, civilians, thieves and thieves-regardless of their identity, status, and their chosen life goals and means of realization, because of their hard work to survive, their death is also given dignity And tranquility.

Rosse did not have that qualification. Whether it was a thief, a farmer, a man, a husband, or a wife-this guy was just a muddled loser, a complete incompetence.

Deceived because of stupidity? Become a partner of thieves because of poverty? It sounds helpless and sad. Stripping off those boring coats for sympathy, you can see that this man's way of life is just to avoid the weight of life's hardships and related responsibilities, and then take the difficulty of living as an excuse to happily participate in the activities of thieves, and be happy about this kind of thing. Cowardly villain.

-Real life can't go on, but the embrace of the bottom line of people and the groups such as the reserved refugees and beggars are more than a thousand times more noble than this guy. . . )

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