Lyon dressed as a genocide fan, visited Slumdog Mart No. 1.
He had already hoped that Goldwolf and the Virgins would be in the wrong.
I lived in a long, poor house, waiting to show up in a slaughtered atmosphere, like a bastard pavilion owner and an abandoned wife...
Visiting the business space, they seemed happy as a couple who performed a miracle bigamy.
My oldest daughter, who won't let go of Osama's arm, and three women who won't leave while clinging to her chest plate.
And a second daughter who reluctantly pinches the hem of her shirt so as to keep it in her spill.
Genocide fangs were once resurrected with trauma driven by deer and stood up without saying anything.
A preemptive punch flies from the reincarnation, which can no longer be considered his natural enemy.
"Oh, well. You're Lion? He said he bought most of Pine's paintings..."
It gives no room for a counterattack, and yet his second daughter Primla bows her head with a peck.
"Pine's painting, isn't it nice? But I've never seen you buy it that expensive. Thank you so much. See, Pine, thank you too, Mr. Lion..."
Even if prompted to do so, the pine pack remains snagged by Osama like a forward backpack.
He repeatedly peeks at her like a chill to ask her how she is doing, and puts her face down sassy.
Genocide fangs of how the situation hasn't swallowed up yet.
It was Osama who stabbed Todome there.
"No, really, Mr. Lion is a god of blessing to me. If you also liked the new piece that's decorated there, how about it? You bought the previous twenty points for an extrajudicial price, so I'll give them to you specially. Yes, this is the appraisal."
It was the same as then, the appraisal issued by the Kingdom Appraisal House.
In addition to the Demon Wax Mark (Talp), there is even the Demon Blood Pen (Zain), so it is unmistakable and authentic.
God of bliss that snatches it away like a hiccup.
Eyes that are already running blood, staring at them like they eat.
After glancing at the text of the analytical results lined up, I touched on the last core.
Name of work: Ntayurigo
Author Name: Pine Pack Holly Doll
I hereby certify that the above paintings were indisputably painted by more than one author.
Minister, Appraisal House, Appraisal House, Kingdom of Halbury
"I'm ashamed, I'm the model of that painting. Mr. Pinepack has a crush on writing letters backwards, so the title has also been registered backwards......"
Reading from the opposite, 'Gollutan'......!?
"It's unusual for a little kid to attach an appraisal of the Kingdom Appraisal House to a painting he drew, isn't it? Sister... Mother is cohesive, so I'm asking the minister of the Appraisal House to issue it. It may be inconvenient..."
"Oh, Primla. But the minister's grandfather likes Pine's paintings, and he's happy to publish them."
Its friendly smiles become distorted and invisible as they are in the water.
Even that voice, as if listening in the water, is stuck......
God of Blessings...... Not so much to him that he became a poor God, everything he felt was empty.
... and finally blew it up.
So much screaming that the throat is about to pop out.
On the contrary, it peels out even eyeballs and tongues, and strange liquids erupt, from nose to mouth and from ear to ear.
Like a broken signal, a complexion that comes and goes bright blue and bright red...
Crying red ghosts and angry blue ghosts merge (fusion), and if they have a rejection, they will have this look, so slightly distorted.
The Virgins are startled to block their eyes and ears and shrink their bodies so that they are trapped in the armor.
Osama, who they stuck to, was also surprised. No, I was pretending to be surprised.
"What's the matter, Lioness..."
"Ugh!!!! Furyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! Grrrrr!!!!
That anger can no longer be put into words.
The ramblings are no longer speechless.
Only squeeze out squashed screams, like a park tiger being hit by a viewing truck alive.
The impoverished lion on the brink of death grabbed Osama abruptly,
For some reason my legs were twitching and dancing in the universe.
Just at the tip of his mouth so far, he never even had a fight...
To multiple military opponents, in Osama opponents treated like babies while dancing......
With one toe, knock down......!
Only glide unnecessarily through the floorboards and clash against the shelves......!
ragging ragging ragging......!!
A can of adventurous food that was loaded as a display hits an avalanche and is punished with slapping.
Memories once lynched by my men come back and I lose even more sanity.
"Fugi wow!!!! Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
He wandered around like an insecticided cockroach and still stood up, his face worn out.
The thick paint for the disguise is already about to peel off.
But it's out of control anymore.
Even if it's Setouchi who finds out who he is, he bursts in with an odd voice......!
It's like I no longer even forgot how to grab it, with a glue punch......!
Now aim at the Virgin holding onto Osama, not Osama.
But that's reckless......!
That's more than Honmaru (Osama), it's hard to attack...!
Because the general of that castle will try to protect the princesses even if he turns them into us...!
By analogy, as impossible as stealing laser-strewn gems (impossible) ……!
Osama said he had all three of the girls, but it was as light as a jewel (jewel) he wore, making him retreat from the scene.
A stunning dodge that won't even let you touch it instead of damaging the gem......!
Besides, once again,
Those gathered at the touch caught their legs so insignificantly that no one noticed......!
Makes the crying lion, whose face is no longer messed up, fall again......!
Sprinkling meteor-like tears, he flies with Spawn as he pulls a broomstick-like snout behind him.
Besides, now as I've targeted you, put a show window on the store...!
In the timing of Dompisha, that there is no one in the street outside......!
...... Gah, shahhhhhhhhhhh!!
A piece of glass that explodes.
Your body becomes like a reverse hare,
Leaves traces of dragged blood and a straight line to the alley.
And as if it were a replay once, it finally stopped when it went into garbage.
"Gu...... gu...... Yikes...... no...... come on......!!
He finally remembered people's words.
My body is cold enough to freeze, even though sweat is gushing out of my whole body.
Rotten juice and body blood mix together and null.
The equilibrium is no longer broken, and I suffer from such intense dizziness that I do not know which is the ground.
I can't stand with my knees trembling, and I can't do what my body says when I'm forced to go all the way down the long distance.
Still managed to claw to the ground and crawled out of the garbage heap what he saw......
"Hih......!? Hii, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good!?!?
I finally let it blow up even his lower body, who is it......!?
"Oh well, that's a big change!?
Dual shock like a female cow, shaking like a punching ball......!
Raise your hands and attack, the special deer of one blow......!
"Wait, Lion! Mommy's right now......!
He was like dinner next night, storming without a shred of forgiveness......!
Instead of breaking the family reunion, it's enough to shake off his sanity (sanity) meter, a weapon of war......!
"Higiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!? Gruggggggggggggggggggggggggg!?!? uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Hit that way, hit this way, let the melodies of madness stick...
In trash cans and homeless feet, roll around......
Running off on narrow aisle walls and floors, leaving behind a number of people-shaped blood and leak marks.
"Oh, my God! Leon, let me fumble!"
In the alley are those who chase and those who are pursued….
For that, a cry with a difference in temperature was always dedicated.