"Whoa!" a very long wolf howl passed through the chirping wilderness, as if at once extinguishing the chirping of countless crickets. "Click, click......" A horse's hoof-like sound struck----

"Oh!?~" A cry for help that didn't even have time to struggle was stuck in the throat! A soul shadow bleed in an instant, and "poof!" turned into a puff of white smoke and was engraved on the triumphal arch......

"Phew!~" The horseback rider flew off his horse to check the phantom that had just disappeared. I saw a male corpse crawling straight in front of the triumphal arch, and the horseman opened the corpse and saw that it was a bucket of zombies without a face.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The black-clad horseback rider clapped his left hand down and his right hand on top three times.

After three sounds, I saw a zombie walking stiffly, and there were several extremely eye-catching and fresh blood stains on the corners of her mouth......

The tip of her tongue was long, like a whip that had just been thrown out of a vase, and it was flicked around her cheeks......

"Why did you suck him like a zombie, aren't you in love with another soul ---- ---- meat ----? whichever one do you love, you choose?" the black-clothed horseman said in a fierce voice, and then suddenly spoke softly......

You see: 400 years ago, I was not happy, and I was alone in the dark night in the suburbs. 300 years ago, I gradually had a delicate love, I had a dirty emotion with a zombie with two hands, I can't live if I don't drink blood! I'm a ---- woman of bad ---- who lives on black wood...... "The more she explains, the faster the zombie will collapse......

"He's saving you, why did you hurt him?" the black-clad horseman said closer.

"Husband and wife: Quarrel at the head of the bed, ----Don't worry! I'll revive him!" The zombie finished speaking, and a flying bee butt and an erosive hind face......

"Oh, it's ......her," the black-clad rider pondered for a long time, then turned and flew on his horse, his face full of resolute smiles.

"Hmph, I dare to expose the truth of zombies, I won't give you all the black wood to swallow and peel for you!" I saw that the zombie couldn't help but say viciously when its original form was revealed.

"Yin He: You're ready to suck blood!" the zombie leader Xing Lan waved his hand, and Yin He walked over with a smile.

Looking at Yin He's bloodstained face, Xing Lan couldn't help but feel disgust and resentment: "Suck blood, it's not good for you to suck the blood from the corners of your mouth, you have to be fishy!" After Xing Lan finished speaking, she pondered again.

"Hey, when will we be able to get rid of the blood-eating diet?" Xinglan muttered to herself. At this time, Yin He came up to her, opened his mouth, and swallowed what he wanted to say......

"Nima! Alone!" The Vampire Queen had just drained the trail and nuts of the beams of joy and returned to "Hell's Nightclub" to tweak. When she saw before the Arc de Triomphe. The zombie beast with no head and no face couldn't help but complain......

"Just one for all!Who let this zombie old lady wander the wilderness for 400 years?" the deer-headed poisonous bee looked triumphantly in the mirror and showed a fishy smile, and at this time, the two fangs were slowly stretched out with her scorpion heart......

"It's so ugly!" Xing Lan finally couldn't stand the evil of her mutated scheming, and threw away the mirror with a "snap!", staying alone in the room of abusive love, thinking: What do I love him who is controlled by his soul. Or is he who has just been sucked out of sexual ---- and blood?

"Knock knock!" only to hear the knock on the door, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Xing Lan compacted 5 palms: two palms repelled two blue-faced fangs, three palms repelled the zombie-like scorpion heart, her body drifted in space, quite like a woman from a good family walking quietly......

"Squeak!" After a piercing metallic sound, the earth-colored gate was opened by some mysterious power, and in the mysterious courtyard, there was a sudden voice of secret music: "Before 24 o'clock tonight, if you still can't break through and escape from the hell nightclub that has imprisoned you for 1,000 years, you will lose the opportunity to see him forever--- although Li Yu knows how to plan ahead, he is inclined to fantasy and has a weak pragmatic attitude, and after all, he played with your sister Empress Qinse, and he spent his whole life happily with her...... The speaker's eyes were clear, he looked at Zhou Wei's eyes, and by the way, a trace of light appeared from the corner of her eye......

"Tell me, where is my soul?!" The obedient person suddenly closed her eyes, and her expression was extremely determined. "Your Yuan Soul is a visually impaired patient, you have to go back 14 years to find her white jade country, you go back another 14 years, you will find her family---- otherwise it will be ......in vain," the speaker quickly replied. Moment of truth. No official in Hell can guide the person in Hell to any choice, because once he escapes from Hell Nightclub, he will never have a chance to return---- unless he becomes a god.

Hell Nightclub: It's a lively and reckless place.

That's why it's a good place, and anyone who goes to a hell nightclub can live a good life that suits their heart. Of course, the phrase "good life" is aimed at the inner aspirations of the parties. For example, the leader of the zombie group, Xing Lan, and her purpose in going to the Hell nightclub are to sell them by kissing and a green house, while the purpose of vampires is to like to indulge in the landscape and sell them with the big and small prostitutes they like.

And Zhou Wei, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty: She likes to practice here night and night, and for this reason, she has relied on her strong mental strength to cultivate here for 1,000 years.

Ghosts that have completed 1,000 years of cultivation are free to choose to stay here or go out. But a few months ago, after Xiao Zhou, Zhou Wei was 1,000 years old. I had a strange dream: "Wei'er, I am your father-in-law Li Yu, we are trying to rely on the influence of poetry to rebel and reverse the tragedy of our defeated country, and as a result, I was killed---- hehe, it's not over at all, look at me, it's okay!" The ghost said, and stretched out his arms, he couldn't wait to pounce on Xiao Zhouhou, but suddenly when his arm touched Zhou Wei. Turned into a terrible curl......

"Ah!?" Xiao Zhou was frightened, she screamed loudly, her long live lord turned out to be the tragic appearance of the first foot intersecting when the power of poison and wine was great!

(To be continued.) )