Twin

Neiwat

Zihan left the doormat of the carriage, sat in the nearest seat facing the backrest and touched the screen again. One row of seats, only he se-jins using odd waiting numbers in this car, which is 9, the rear of the total seats available. So, pretty relieved the carriage.

"You! Thank God." Like his employer, Zihan's burping hobby.

Zwiiit! The graphic shadow expands next to Zihan, Canteen was already dressed in official clothes, flight attendants. "That means no one helped Al Hood prepare his food, Ma'am? So you want a job in the field, huh."

A metallic sound was heard near them. Thong! Sticking up the roof of the carriage, it looks like a thin iron buffer room.

As the door closed, Canteen came over. "Kis, the mother said Al Hood had eaten his chef, was that right?"

"Eh.. Don't know. Khan Whois's? dah updates. Just get along."

"Yes. Info, accurate. But it's getting more agitated."

"How up? Server Whois? distraction?"

Kis left the flight attendant.

"Hi, Kisye. I told him about Luna, then.."

"Ah it's okay. He's just like Al Hood. Yuk..??"

"Thank God. I thought I hurt him."

"Well.. Baper, that's baper. No comment."

NGU.. OONG!!

In a strange bubble, Zihan stood next to Paskibra, where his right hand was still holding a support.

Kisye's path leaves control through the still-spinning layer.

BLAASH!!

After Kisye's death, the bursting bubble scattered debris in all directions, and it turned out that the fragment was building up an image of the forest.

Taps! Tiph! Teph!! Taps! Tiph! The teph! The sound of billions of puzzles parked occupy themselves according to their shape.

Zihan approached Giga, which was like lava, was leaning against a tree, while Spear, which Zihan left clear because the stick had moved into the hands of officers.

"Met task Ma'am. Should have been nongol together. Damperin, this old man keeps on manyun."

Giga remained leaning cross-hairs.

"thank you. Same for you, darling. Good job."

"OKo Mbak. Thanks though. Yuk. Assalamualaikum."

Nguu.young! Paskibra.

"Walaikumsalam." said Qorin. Then glanced at Giga. "Surely I will do something to him, Young Master."

"Ah, I guess. Relax, Ma'am. We search, and we leave Ashar. Pokonya. dah ana try, opponent.deh see, even bother you two. Slow down."

". . ."

"Hhh. It's my fault.. Ck!" submissive Giga, handsome waist.

"That's the one who started it all, Young Master. If only.."

"Let's wake up Luna. Thanks for joining me with the Good Jins."

Giga leaves Zihan asking for something on his qorin which is flying following in Firefly mode (Kunang Kunang).

"Okay.. Forgive my Master Giziania's servant. Really me.. I hurt ourselves."

"Gue just knew Min, why humans and jinn are obligated to worship," discussed Giga, already holding a requested glass, squatting in front of Al Hood who was still lying.

Who the fuck, Brad?

"Freewill aka freedom. It's one's own view, not one's own judgment."

The tetep must be clear if you need a chat

"Thankfully there are guys."

Still emotional, do you mind?

"Udah.. But it failed," Giga replied while looking back at where Zihan was hovering coming. "Failed to be young, or old. Look at this woman, kayaking out of her ascetic. Which salon did he pay for, Min?"

We're Brad's stealth. Banned bucin

Giga gave a glass to Zihan when the jeans asked smoothly, then let Qorin lift Luna's arm.

"Hi FinalCutter, your master needs his nectar for sensory readiness. Then mix for him neywat type of lung."

Kwwtth..

The thread on Al Hood's wrist immediately went around the glass.

Shortly at the center of the circle flows clear liquid.

Crfmr!!

"Ouh, so that's how you call him. Why isn't it in Whois? yes Ma'am?"

"I heard the database has been updated."

After the glass is filled, while Zihan lifted Luna's shoulders, the other hand poured the clear honey.

Luna was still asleep and strangely when the water had entered half a glass, there was no chest jerk or cough, Al Hood's mouth remained gaping in her sleep.