Kim Kelly relied on the muscle bumps on his body and quickly got up from the ground, but unfortunately, he was still a step late after all, and Meng Yi'er, He Harmony and Dao Chang had already come in through the crack in the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Kim Kelly was embarrassed, it was really a shame that the muscle bumps on his body were easily pushed to the ground by a weak woman. However, if it is pushed down on the bed, the meaning is completely different.

"It's really not in line with our rules for you to come in like this, girl. Kim Kelly reluctantly spread his hands and put an embarrassed figure on his face.

"As I said, the rules are all set by people, thank you for letting us in. Meng Yi'er smiled maliciously.

"Hey, I didn't let you in! Don't wronged the good guys!" Kim Kelly was a little anxious, Meng Yi'er was simply a naked slander!

"Hehe......"

Meng Yi'er smiled stiffly and did not speak.

Instead of paying attention to Jim Kelly, the crowd paid attention to their surroundings.

The room is not very large, the whole is rectangular in shape, and there is almost nothing in the whole room, except for a rectangular white maple table in the center that follows the structure of the room, and a circle of chairs of the same texture around the table. On the table is a pot of European-style artificial flowers, dark purple and dark green mixed high-grade flannel gold edge peony artificial flowers appear very high-end but not kitsch, highlighting the taste of the person who bought this pot of flowers. The walls at both ends are covered with a variety of small European-style retro paintings, forming two huge photo walls. All the decoration tends to be European retro style, but the overhead is very modern LED spotlights, although it does not seem to match the overall style of the room, but if you don't look carefully overhead, it is still a simple and beautiful room. In addition, there is a staircase with a wooden handrail leading to the next floor in the innermost part of the door, which is wide enough to accommodate several people entering the ground at the same time.

The house is not windowless, but has several skylights that open on the ceiling overhead, and the sunlight shines through the glass, which is dazzling and even harsh even in the morning.

Meng Yi'er finished observing, didn't say anything, and walked towards the stairs with her own steps.

"Ahh......h I've already said it, this is the Psionic Club! You can't go in without psychic power!" Kim Kelly still wanted to stop him, but Meng Yi'er didn't even pay attention to him.

He Harmony and Dao Chang knew Meng Li'er's character very well, and they didn't say much, as long as they followed Meng Nuxia to act.

Seeing that she couldn't stop Meng Meng'er, and even more so the two men behind him, she was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Since he couldn't stop them, Kim Kelly decided to change his strategy, and he no longer struggled with whether he could dissuade with words or intimidate with violence, he simply took three steps and two steps, ran to the stairs before Meng Yi'er, and rushed down.

"Oh no! they're all in! The girl with no psychic powers has come down!" said Kim Kelly, who was so big, danced like a child.

Several people downstairs were very stunned, and at the same time as they were stunned, the footsteps of Meng Li'er and the three of them were getting closer and closer on the stairs, and it was too late for the person in charge to hide, so she simply grabbed a piece of organza tablecloth spread on the small side table and covered her mouth and nose.

Meng Yi'er and the three of them hurried down, but they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

What a mess this is!

Fabric sofas, solid wood coffee tables, small side tables, bookshelves and various books, water dispensers, small leather whips, handcuffs, and small cages hanging on the walls...... Everything was littered all over the place, there was no pattern at all, it was outrageous, frustrating, and why were all those unhealthy-looking red props here? Wasn't this some psionic club, it's an SM club?

At this time, not only Meng Li'er and his party observed each other and were dumbfounded, but the few people who nested in the sofa very unvividly also observed Meng Li'er and the three of them to the point of being stunned.

It took a long time for both sides to come back to their senses and return to their normal looks.

"You are the legendary Psionic Club?" Meng Yi'er was the first to speak.

The man on the far right side of the sofa stood up from the sofa, stepped forward and said to Meng Yi'er, "You don't look like a person with spiritual powers, why did you come here?"

Meng Yi'er glanced at this man, he had a round head and a round head, fine hair on the top of his head, and a slightly younger face under the messy bangs, this face had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his gloomy temperament was especially like the double one in Junji Ito's horror comics who always had nails in his mouth and a weird and difficult to contact personality.

Meng Yi'er has a very bad impression of him, and after reading countless horror comics, she thinks that the most successful horror comic images are Shuangyi and Tomie, so he has no good impression of this gloomy man who looks like Shuangyi.

"Since you use that method to attract people with spiritual abilities to come to you, you have to take a certain amount of unexpected risks, and I am that risk, whether you can accept it or not, I have already appeared anyway. "Meng Yi'er is still the usual queen, not too easy to mess with.

There was a bottomless gloom in Shuangyi's dark pupils, he didn't speak, he didn't even blink his eyes, he just looked at Meng Yi'er in front of him fixedly, as if he wanted to see through everything about her.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and neither of them said the following words.

At this moment, among the several people sitting on the sofa, suddenly a woman spoke, her voice was old and hoarse, and it sounded creepy.

"The call of the mountain wind, the attachment of the water, a distant place is waiting for a good show. Although you don't have spiritual power, you are the person who can't touch spiritual power. ”

Meng Yi'er was startled, and her gaze shot at the woman in an instant.

I saw that in the soft and comfortable fabric sofa, there was a huge humanoid "piled up", which was like a huge mountain, and one person occupied the seat of two people. It was a woman, and it seemed a bit modest to use the word "fat woman" to describe her, and it seemed that the title of "Roshan Demon King" in "Riwa Comics" would be more suitable for the woman in front of her.

The woman wore a medieval black witch's hat, a wide black robe, and a long silver skull necklace around her neck. It's just that this woman is a Chinese woman at first glance, and if she is of European descent, I'm afraid she is really no different from a witch.

Meng Qi'er bypassed Shuangyi, took a few steps forward and said to the fat witch, "What do you know......? How do you know?"

The fat witch laughed a few times, her voice was still hoarse, and said, "A woman without spiritual power, I am not related to you, why do I have to tell you?"

Meng Li'er, who was as sharp as Meng Qi'er, was speechless for a while, and couldn't answer this question.

He Huan had been standing behind Meng Li'er and didn't speak, but now seeing that Meng Li'er was deflated, he hurriedly stepped forward and said sincerely: "I'm very sorry, we broke the rules of your club, but we are really anxious and have no way to be so reckless." The...... Sister...... He Huan said to the fat witch, "I am a psychic person, can you tell me something?"

The fat witch laughed twice, and this laugh, the flesh on her body trembled like waves, and she looked so fat, and she said again: "Uncultivated wasteland, uncertain fruits, no matter how high the talent is, it is also suppressed, and it is painful all the time. ”

He Hui was also shocked in his heart, he could understand these words but couldn't understand them, "uncultivated wasteland" and "uncertain fruits" did mean that He Huan's spiritual ability had not been fully developed?

In this case, this fat witch is simply a god operator in the world, and nothing can escape her eyes, but I don't know if she can measure the future.

He Huan wanted to ask again, but he was grabbed by the Taoist chief and said to He Huan in a low voice: "Xiao Huan, let me come!"

He Huan nodded, and the Taoist chief stepped forward, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and said respectfully to the fat witch: "In the lower is the descendant of the Right Dao, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called chicken feather Taoists, I don't know what Your Excellency calls him?"

The fat witch pointed to the pile of tarot cards on the table in an inverted trapezoidal shape, and said to the Taoist, "Draw one!"

It's rare for this fat witch to say something that people can understand, and the Taoist chief is not easy to refuse, so he casually took out one, glanced at it, and said that he couldn't understand it, and then handed it to the fat witch.

The Fat Witch took the tarot card with her thick fingers, glanced at it casually, and returned to the table, face up, face up.

Meng Yi'er and He Huan looked at it, and the tarot card was painted on it with a man wearing a golden crown and holding a scepter.

"What is this, the emperor?" Meng Yi'er couldn't help but interject.

"Nope. The fat witch shook her head and muttered, "Not the Emperor, it's the Pope." ”

"What does that mean?" Meng Yi'er asked.

"The 'pope' of the tarot card represents benevolence, kindness, forgiveness, help, foreign aid, etc. Whether it is success or failure, there is a role for you. ”

When the Taoist chief heard this, he was a little excited, he clasped his hands into fists, and said gratefully: "I understand, thank you!"

This inexplicable thank you made Meng Yi'er and He Huan incomprehensible, they were both outsiders, and they really didn't understand what strange unspoken rules there were in the spiritual power circle.

"Hey, hey, I said brothers!" Kim Kelly, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help but interject, and he shouted in a loud voice, "Didn't we say that we wouldn't expose our abilities in front of the incapable?

He Huan had been standing behind Meng Li'er and didn't speak, but now seeing that Meng Li'er was deflated, he hurriedly stepped forward and said sincerely: "I'm very sorry, we broke the rules of your club, but we are really anxious and have no way to be so reckless." The...... Sister...... He Huan said to the fat witch, "I am a psychic person, can you tell me something?"

The fat witch laughed twice, and this laugh, the flesh on her body trembled like waves, and she looked so fat, and she said again: "Uncultivated wasteland, uncertain fruits, no matter how high the talent is, it is also suppressed, and it is painful all the time. ”

He Hui was also shocked in his heart, he could understand these words but couldn't understand them, "uncultivated wasteland" and "uncertain fruits" did mean that He Huan's spiritual ability had not been fully developed?

In this case, this fat witch is simply a god operator in the world, and nothing can escape her eyes, but I don't know if she can measure the future.

He Huan wanted to ask again, but he was grabbed by the Taoist chief and said to He Huan in a low voice: "Xiao Huan, let me come!"

He Huan nodded, and the Taoist chief stepped forward, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and said respectfully to the fat witch: "In the lower is the descendant of the Right Dao, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called chicken feather Taoists, I don't know what Your Excellency calls him?"

The fat witch pointed to the pile of tarot cards on the table in an inverted trapezoidal shape, and said to the Taoist, "Draw one!"

It's rare for this fat witch to say something that people can understand, and the Taoist chief is not easy to refuse, so he casually took out one, glanced at it, and said that he couldn't understand it, and then handed it to the fat witch.

The Fat Witch took the tarot card with her thick fingers, glanced at it casually, and returned to the table, face up, face up.

Meng Yi'er and He Huan looked at it, and the tarot card was painted on it with a man wearing a golden crown and holding a scepter.

"What is this, the emperor?" Meng Yi'er couldn't help but interject.

"Nope. The fat witch shook her head and muttered, "Not the Emperor, it's the Pope." ”

"What does that mean?" Meng Yi'er asked.

"The 'pope' of the tarot card represents benevolence, kindness, forgiveness, help, foreign aid, etc. Whether it is success or failure, there is a role for you. ”

When the Taoist chief heard this, he was a little excited, he clasped his hands into fists, and said gratefully: "I understand, thank you!"

This inexplicable thank you made Meng Yi'er and He Huan incomprehensible, they were both outsiders, and they really didn't understand what strange unspoken rules there were in the spiritual power circle.

"Hey, hey, I said brothers!" Kim Kelly, who had not spoken, finally couldn't help but interject, and he shouted in a loud voice, "Didn't we say that we wouldn't expose our abilities in front of the incapable?

Hey, I said brothers!" Kim Kelly, who had not spoken, finally interjected, and shouted in a loud voice, "Didn't we say that we wouldn't expose our abilities in front of the incapable? )