As if intimidated by some invisible force, everyone suddenly fell silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Wall forgot to confirm the route for a moment, and Hawk stood still, as if thinking about whether to come uninvited, and suddenly the "beautiful woman" in front of him.

In the end, it was Gretel who broke the silence.

"Be careful. He reminded him, then glanced sideways at Amanda.

Amanda didn't wait for his command, and walked mechanically to the front, and the group moved forward.

Diredo looked at the smooth and smooth ground under his feet, listened to the footsteps echoing in the verandah, and felt as if he were a world away, while some memories of his first arrival kept flooding back in his mind.

He remembered that he was not yet seventeen years old, but he hated the fragmented, poor and sick Sentinel people even more than he does now. He longs to go back in time, and the "true meaning of life" that Dragogris preaches just happened to cater to him. So, he and a few young people who didn't know the height of the sky left their village and came to work for Zoglis, hoping to become the cornerstone of "heaven".

"You are the first young people to leave everything and come here, like the first rays of sunshine breaking through the darkness. Zogris praised at the time.

In contrast to those who criticized them for being naïve, believing them to be mere daydreams, this man gave them an identity that turned into blind faith as "heaven" appeared before their eyes.

Dildedo turned his head to look at him, the pool surrounded by the verandah was like a dusty mirror at the moment, but at that time, the calm and waveless water reflected the sky, and they walked through the verandah, by the pool, as if they were stepping in heaven.

They were also given a little medicine, and the thing ran through his veins, making his scalp tingle slightly, and everything he saw in his eyes seemed to be gilded, but it became more vivid and vivid. It was as if he could feel the breath and soul of the whole world through the garden he was in.

"All alive, all alive!"

He remembered laughing like he was laughing like crazy, and he remembered that she had come at that time.

Amanda appeared with a few girls, dressed only in white gauze, their light, flowing garments wrapped around their slightly trembling bodies, stirring their eyes, and the indescribable fragrance made his throat dry.

At first, they sat in the midst of their irrational males, serving them to feast. But some people are not satisfied with this, they want more, they want to hear their more intoxicating sounds.

Gradually, there was some contact, there were some uncontrollable sounds, and a girl was taken away...... Amanda grabbed his arm and shuddered, and they avoided the crowd and spent the night together in a room of only two people.

The memory was blurred by the wine and medicine, and he remembered that the room was dimly lit, the air was unbearably hot, and their bodies were close together, but he couldn't even see Amanda's face clearly, only that his hand had touched a piece of soft skin through the thin material, and her hand was tightly clasped behind his waist......

"If this is heaven, why do you want me to be bound to carnal desires?"

Diredo felt himself suddenly vulnerable, his mind so distracted that he didn't pay any attention to what was going on around him, until he was awakened by a wail and the muffled sound of something falling to the ground.

I saw a woman lying on the outside of the verandah, her body was scarred and scarred, and the whole person was strangely folded because of the unprepared fall. Her face happened to greet the crowd again, and her eyes, which had only opened a slit, seemed to be attracted by the six people who had broken into the garden, or death happened to freeze her eyes on the group.

Amanda suddenly covered her mouth and shrank to the side, and she retreated until her back hit the wall before her hands slowly dropped. Diredo looked at her fluttering lips, and a eulogy came to his mind—Heaven to merge this humble sacrifice.

The eulogy struck at his nerves, and he thought of his parents who died in the flames, and his people who died in strife.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, why do you have to have enough sacrifice for people to know remorse, regret what they have done and what they have not done.

Dilredo breathes like a fish out of water without oxygen. A burst of laughter, mixed with some expletives, came from the top of everyone's heads. Then, several wine saucers flew down from the upper part of the verandah and smashed into the victim's body. It seems that this "paradise" is not empty, but is a hidden filth.

"Someone's coming down!" Hawke whispered, pointing to the stairway leading to the upper floor. The others, beckoned by him and Wall, clinging to the wall to avoid being noticed.

In a short time, a disheveled and barefoot man appeared in the eyes of everyone, unaware of the intruder behind him, but staggered towards the woman who had fallen between the verandah and the pool.

"Phew!" the man spat at the recently dead woman, then staggered and kicked her. Dildedo felt his brain explode as he walked over and spat on the woman. He shook off Gretel's arm over his shoulder, stepped up and shoved the man.

The guy who hadn't gotten rid of his hangover was pushed, he touched the back of his head and turned around, muttering with a big tongue: "Who......?

Without saying a word, Di Ledo punched, the man's face was crooked, and the whole person finally sobered up a little because of the pain. He watched as the crowd opened their mouths as they entered the garden, and Dildedo was about to punch him again, when a hunting knife stabbed into the man's neck, and then the blood mist from the knife flew out.

The man's swift and hurried death stunned Diredo for a moment, and he was stunned for a full second before he looked to his side.

"You're startling!" Hawke reprimanded, lowering his voice.

"Is he dead?" said Dilledo, staring at the blood-stained hunting knife as if he were demonic.

Hawke ignored the whispering question, and he dragged Diredo against the edge of the wall at the entrance to the building, his machete in his hand. Wall, as if there was a tacit understanding, dragged the slaughtered guy to the side, and then, holding his weapon, he also guarded the other side of the stairway.

I heard two or three people muttering indistinctly as they came downstairs. As they approached the crowd, a few of the guys seemed to stop because they smelled death.

Hawke heard someone turn back and retreat in a low voice, and rushed up the stairway with a sideways turn, the scimitar in his hand struck a guy who was hesitating almost the same moment he appeared in the hallway. Before the man could scream, Wall followed and slashed his neck, and Hawke sped towards the other man fleeing upwards.