Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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It's weird to say this. When Qin Guan thoughtfully looked at the back of this fellow called Fu Sheng, he still couldn't let him react. There suddenly appeared a group of bull ghosts and snake gods.

The situation on the scene was so messed up, all kinds of weird bull ghosts and snakes ran out the day before the carnival.

"We are from the League of Crazy Monsters. We must come to my party if we have time..." Have you agreed with the monsters?

"We are from the Astrophysics Research Group..."

Why is there any trouble in space without sugar?

"Hello... we are..."

The jacket of J apparel on Qin Guan had a thickness of 3 or 4 millimeters. At this time, he heard the sound of tearing.

At a glance, Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the situation and shouted with pride at the sky: "I am Qin Guan's ball contact person in charge! Anything is directed at me!"

The boy with a fist **** towards the sky was instantly submerged in the ocean of the crowd, because Xu Xiaoxiao's rescue rescued Qin Guan from the entanglement and broke free from the gap.

"Thank you, Xu Xiaoxiao, I will contact you again when I have time!"

Qin Guan ran towards Cong Nianwei on the library ladder without any loyalty.

Tonight, let's take a look at it. With the big stream, we also came to the most joyful holiday in the United States, Halloween!

In fact, Halloween is nothing more than a Chinese saying. The true night of October 31 should be strictly called Halloween.

This is an ancient festival in the West. Local people think that this day is the beginning of the New Year. The harsh winter is coming. On that day, the once-dead soul will return to the original place on this day, where they live here. Finding souls in people.

Then fight for three hundred rounds to regenerate, which is also the only hope for these dead souls to regenerate.

Let's say that the people of the earth are all the same ancestor. How similar is it to our seizure and possession of China.

Of course, you can make sense if you plan to make him go through time or space or rebirth.

But the living people are afraid of the souls of the dead to take their lives, so everyone should put out the fire and candlelight on this day, so that the souls of the dead cannot find the living, and they dress up as monsters and ghosts to take away the souls of the dead.

This was a serious and solemn festival full of horror. In the old days, it was still taken seriously by the crowd in the church. As a result, this change became a festival of monster carnival.

What do Americans like most? Innovating, pursuing oneself, and usually suppressing for reality, the factor of inner metamorphosis is a complete explosion on this day.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were on the side of the bed in the bedroom, and changed their heads tonight. This was the decision Cong Nianwei considered repeatedly, out of the conservativeness and shame of Chinese students.

Don't expect Cong Nianwei to put on a bunny costume, with a furry tail behind her butt. She naturally bought clothes and props that fit the festive atmosphere and are not too exaggerated at the grocery store on the corner.

The matching of white coats and nurse uniforms is the dream of every uniform control. If this is what you think is the **** dress, then I am really sorry for you.

Anyone who saw the scary, spattered blood stains on his coat could imagine that this was Jack the Ripper, not anyone else.

Qin Guanqian put on his white coat in a formal manner, and a disgusting stethoscope was attached to the jacket pocket beside him. The stethoscope was still hung with an artificial brain, so it was stuffed in his pockets.

Cong Nianwei's nurse outfit is much more complete than Qin Guan's, so it is said that women's clothes are always the most sophisticated type of workmanship.

The beautiful nurse's hat with a diagonal band has a large red cross painted with red paint on it. Because of the horror effect, the dye on both sides is still flowing down like blood.

The nurse's clothes felt a bit like during World War II. The skirts were not long enough. They were all covered with blood splattered, just like the serial emergency of dozens of people in the surgical emergency room this evening.

The most realistic is that Cong Nianwei also has a drip tripod with a half-bottle drip bottle hanging above it.

Didn't Cong Nianwei, who is now changing her clothes, pushing gurglingly on her floor?

"Ah? Is the makeup on this face to be painted?" Qin Guan's words haven't fallen yet. A small hand touched his cheek.

Qin Guan in the full-length mirror instantly had several bright red blood finger marks on his face, and the blood beads on the top also meandered down, forming a beautiful route on Qin Guan's chin.

"What is this!" Qin Guan was subconsciously surprised, and found that Cong Nianwei, who was sitting on the bed, was holding a small bucket in his arms, and wiped the red liquid on his face.

"Red glucose syrup, the soft heart and interior used to make cakes are the best..."

Cong Nianwei also wiped her face twice, and the sweet smell of fruit came from the air. Well, there was residual syrup on her fingers. She put her fingers in her mouth and tasted the sweetness left over.

The crystal-clear white fingers, as warm and transparent as white jade, with Cong Nianwei's pink lips, contained in the mouth, left a happy footprint on her soft and sweet tongue.

"I want to..." Qin Guan couldn't care about the makeup on his body. He knelt by the side of the bed with one arrow, and looked at Cong Nianwei's face seriously.

"Well..." Cong Nianwei planned to pass the small bucket in his arms, but Qin Guan, who bowed his head momentarily, grabbed the small hand, and the honey slurry bucket in his arms was turned over on the floor.

The handshake between the big hand and the small hand allows the same interlaced fingers to share each other's experience. The red syrup meanders in each other's hands, as if telling the flow of the river of love.

Qin Guan is like holding hands in the most common hug. It is natural to include Cong Nianwei's fingers in his mouth, and a strong aroma of grapes fills his mouth.

"Very sweet..."

"You...how..."

The hot cheeks touched the cool and refreshing, Cong Nianwei's words of shyness and shyness had not been spoken, and her cheeks were attached with Qin Guan's hot kisses.

The cheeks, the corners of the mouth, and the lips at the end are not stubborn, like the best taste in the world.

When Cong Nianwei gently closed her eyelashes and quaked slightly, her face was like a rose flower, as if smeared with Jiangnan's most traditional carmine.

The cool touch left, and Qin Guan's beckoning voice rang again: "Ah, I said Wei Zi, closed my eyes and waiting to sleep? Today we are very busy, at least, I count, go Several evenings..." (To be continued.)