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So that the high income will be targeted by people with ulterior motives and try to scam you. The income of thousands of pounds a day attracts the prying eyes of the declining aristocracy of the old aristocracy, and they have a tendency to crush ordinary people with transcendental, and will control you with all kinds of transcendental, and then siphon huge sums of money from you. Coming out to mix, you have to take your life to mix, it is never a simple effort to complete. You want to maximize your strength in your body, so why should you care about anything else?

The last three laughed, and happily divided the wine glasses into three small glasses, and drank them all. They knew that from now on, they would be exploited by this little Marco, and perhaps the high amount of money would go into someone else's pocket.

Crazy, suffocating, but unable to resist. The final red wine drips in the glass, and it is bewitching.

Not all of us are extremely resilient. Under the gray sky of fate, there will always be people who feel lost and lonely. Even painful.

People always hovered between indifference and reason, and she finally fell into a breakdown, and the girl wanted to forget all this, but she was hit by a lot. In the sore spots, the gods are leaning more and more towards Muna. When his mind went blank, he couldn't believe why he was compromising with these.

The net completely enveloped him. It's like putting a sharp knife in your heart. His vision was blurred, and breathing suddenly became difficult. Why, why? Tears poured out like a tidal wave.

Why do you have to be controlled by others when you try to climb to this position? He is not reconciled, he is not willing to be exploited by others for what he earns.

Is there really a dependence between them? Emotions are getting more and more excited. The shadow's trembling body grew more and more ......

In pain. I want to look up to the sky and cry...... , a little listening to the sun sobbing and watching. The other two with blank faces. He understood. What you gain is what you lose. It is to wish myself the ugliness of collapse to accept reality little by little.

Twilight was silent when Locke, who was in a dark corner, knew that even Mr. Wright was being killed. What you see is nothing but the exploitation and oppression of the world of ordinary people by the extraordinary.

It was none of his business, he scanned every corner of the room, finally locking on to a familiar force. The power is so similar to the rise.

On that day, in the bright lights outside. It remembered that there were three places with the same power, the first being the circus for ordinary people on the side of the theater. In that light mist, a clown had the same vibe and aura.

The second is there. The ghostly picture, and the black fake are the same breath.

The third is in the depths of the mine. Alerted to return in time, but he remembered the breath.

Now the room has the same atmosphere. Clown Ghost. Mine Caves. The mine represents the underground, and here it represents the connection.

Putting it all together, someone is catching a missing person. The starting point is to go to the hospital. Link deep underground. For a certain differentiation of forces. Attract inexplicable forces.

Hee-hee, and finally gradually dissipated, revealing its original shape. There are eerie kerosene lamps burning under the bed, and no one can find out. At the bottom is a withered statue. It was like a shadow wriggling outward, as if it were swimming under the bed. Extremely subtle arms stretched out from the periphery of the statue, as if they were. What weird existence?

It made a tooth-aching sound, but none of the four people in the room seemed to hear it, only Locke heard it.

Locke froze again, for this thing's incomparable agreement seemed to be a far cry from the justice advocated by the Night's Watch, hehe, no, he briskly found countless ghosts from the statue, their bodies either half-fed or dragged into the depths of the statue.

The clue ends here, because the statue, the point is calm, and there is no unknown blood or oil lamp. Foreshadowing what had just happened, the room was brighter again.

Locke turned to leave.

Entering the mine, here he hesitated again, for he did not know what he could get, and in his black form, he gradually searched for the wall in the matter. Interestingly, everything here is becoming more and more distorted, deviating from the normal sight.

He seemed to understand something after the lesson he had just resigned. Monsters beneath the depths of the sea, let him come and find here.

This time there was no such feeling of lingering palpitations, and he floated a little by little, melting into the wall.

The indescribable halo of lines of various colors, as well. A distorted sense of space.

Commit into strange spaces. It's a strange doorway to think about here. Enter the dusty underground.

It's a completely drummed area, and no one has even been there.

The holy and warm hell is mixed with surging repression and malice. There are rows of paintings hanging here.

Those localized scrolls of all kinds that ordinary people can't look at directly, with twisted and polluted monsters, and violently transformed heads.

The image of the incredible, terrifying, completely occupied the heart. Tourists look at the image in front of them, their bodies seem to be ignited, and various flames are ignited again in the black mist, and the fish juice pollution is entangled. Atomized into an ordinary person rolled a few times on the ground, and he covered his eyes because he saw it.

Twisted and archaic lines. I was restless, and I was rinsing in a cold sweat.

He wears an intricate black dress with these eight legs. Despite being skinny, with a divine sheen swaying on his face, the first painting came to an abrupt end.

The second painting is undoubtedly eerie in the gray fog therein. The extremely exciting tumbling finally produced a figure, the figure was gray all over, like a huge ball spreading out endless tentacles.

An unparalleled glow from and its reflections,. Locke didn't know what it was, but he knew that it wasn't something that he couldn't look at for a long time, and if he looked at it for a long time, he would be fascinated by the sight or the fairy tale. He reached into the black mist and drew his wand. The top seal blade is ready to move, and he will be decisive. Escape from this strange place.

The third is a magnificent palace with mottled decorations and colored glass. Tens of meters high on the palace. Entrenched in a blurred figure.

The incomparable light illuminated everything, and there was the center of the various human balls sent by Brother Song. It was a huge piece of gold, and it was lifted and sat on that strange orb, and the horror of your imagination was withdrawn in his mind, and he saw the vastness of the scene. The orbs, the figures that surround them, each one stronger, greater, more omniscient than Locke, and no one can keep his own peaceful face in such power.

People know who he is, but they know that he has a huge gray ball.

The next scene is immediately flipped to the mural depicted in which a gray ball is pierced by a giant moatle that falls from the sky. The sky descends and is subject to smoothness. They may have this color, or they may have that brilliance.

What tumbled down the earth and opened up endless verdant flowers. Sky. Comfortably turned dusk mixed with snow red. The moonlight swelled, and then turned into a path, and silver light thunderclapped down.

In the war, the gray sphere did not move his tentacles, as if he was doing the last Sihong and struggle.

His whole body was stuffed into a huge palace. When the terrible light began to seal and wanted to jump out, he smashed back again.

I didn't know that the scenes recorded on the murals here would shake the world if they were to be spread. The message is immense.

Immediately afterwards, it was recorded that countless ordinary people were commanded by the black robe to wage war. They fight the strange underground, they fight the nations of the earth. On the grand corridor of ancient roads, they launched large-scale sacrificial ceremonies. Among them is the almost civilized feudal class. The old tribesmen, who shed their last blood on the altar.

Flickering space-time flickering past.

He could go deepest, and it was the next painting, on which was recorded the passage of a tentacle, and then the Sihong and the prayers of countless people, and the picture was cut off.

The scent of flowers in the back gradually became intermittent, because he saw the cracking of the earth and the cracking of the sky. Magnificent steam engine.

As soon as his gaze opened from those, what he saw most was that above the high heavenly dome, an incomparably filthy liquid was sprinkled. Fall into madness, and then it is incomparably ugly and rotten. The body is comparable to the monster of the city.

Strange whirlpools blew across the sky, and the lunar disk contracted and then rotated. Move westward, then destroy the city by the sea.

Speechless, the creatures fell into despair as the ocean of the sea swallowed them up. Meteorites like the destruction of the world fell from the sky, everywhere the living things changed or died, terrible dirty rain fell from the sky, and the creatures were developing into unknown shapes.

The volcano roared at the top of the surface. Out of his fierce side, and then there was endless ash, and the Heavenly Dao rushed towards Tianxiong. Defend the whole world.

_The next scene is the gray sphere high in the sky, and where is he fighting?_ The appearance has completely changed to the top. Transformed into a huge crown, the crown and its fleshy ball lotus paste formed the beginning.

His lapped feet are quickly generated from the body, and then thrown into the battle against the unknown, he is supreme.

It was a handsome and crazy face on a desolate land. Twisted in the eyes of all. It was he who went in a tattered gray robe. The tentacles were hidden beneath him, and the face instantly came alive.

Locke's eyes lost all light, and everything was gone.

Give the deep darkness out of the project to spread, and then a little bit of hindrance. At the top of my account, there was only a dark blue light of gray, and then the surging tide tried to protect my whole body. Between dreams and nightmares, between spirits and spirits, they gradually converge to form the most basic line of defense and decay, and the ghosts are intended to confront each other, even if there is no physical contact. Locke could also feel the aura that exploded on his body.

The capacitance becomes sluggish in number under the two, and then the most essential distortion occurs. His body gradually changed to the shape of a conscious fish-gills, and the fingers of his hand gradually twisted into tentacles, but gradually retreated under the air of the unknown.

The light of the two swept away for a long time, and the sighs of old age continued. In retrospect, the surging tide receded, and the season ahead revealed its first colors.

Get ready to keep exploring the downstream.