Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart
Session
Letter to air:
To the crown lord of Jati Jajar
My miss and love are too much
Loyalty keeps flapping its wings at you
Worrying about you every day my princess
I will always love you
O princess, until when have you never known how deep this feeling was?
...🔥🔥🔥...
For King Yaksa:
A series of openings, enough to tell lara suck the taste of King Yaksa: a different one
Some are still waiting in the faithfulness of Time
All is nothing but the emptiness of suffering
Just think how many leaves you can count when I'm exhausted
Poison, bile, magic all destroy all belief
...🔥🔥🔥...
The land of the jinn trembled, the light of the crescent moon aided the science of shamanism in the green temple. They heard another voice behind the air. The voice of pain cries out for mercy to anyone who hears it.
His breathing was disjointed, he could no longer bear all the saki. Cenayang Karang stopped the meditation, his hands opened the bees and then said a mantra to find out who was in need of the help. Then he ran towards the eternal pond near the jin river valley. The demand to find out the future and the present in the magical water is only done with one question for a lifetime.
Cenayang Karang relinquished the opportunity by finding out the picture of who is so sad on the face of the genie earth tonight. The hands of the shaman Karang were about to turn the waters of the pool of immortality. But the movement was stopped by Han's psychic.
"Han, what are you doing? are you sure you'll use it?" ask the psychic Han.
The coral releases Han's hand and then recites the spell. He twisted the vision from the magic of the pond to see the figure of a genie who was seriously injured inside the prison. Seeming that his breath had been cut off, the psychic immediately cast a white spell sending half his strength to help the genie.
"Coral! it will make the rest of your lifespan decrease!' yelled Han trying to stop.
Taking spells is not easy. A coral that has a soft heart. Sending positive energy to white aura. The sky sided with the Inca physician.
Slowly the Inca healer was able to move his body to stand up and rub his face. His smoky hands were steaming green. He felt his body recover, half his eyes were different. He could see the unseen things of the spirits of the prisoners who died in that place.
But, even that night the Inca healers survived death. The next day he was executed in the middle of the palace courtyard. The fourth desert king decided on the death penalty. He was tied up in the middle of the courtyard, the figure of the executioner preparing to raise a sword while about to behead the healer. The executioner's sword split in two.
The desert is rolled by wind storms. They were all doused in sand until even the eyes of the guards were hit by a gust of sand making blood flow with screams.
"That's..!"
Panic is sweeping the desert kingdom.
Half of the guards disappeared inside the storm. Some are sucked by the navel without remaining anything. The atmosphere of the desert kingdom was ravaged at that time.
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