How strange is this, when Qin Guan looked thoughtfully at the back of this fellow named Fu Sheng leaving, he was not allowed to react, and a group of cow ghosts and snake gods suddenly appeared over there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The situation at the scene became chaotic like this, and all kinds of strange bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods ran out the day before this carnival.

"We're from the Crazy Monster Alliance, so I'll be sure to come to my party when you have time..."

"We're from the Astrophysics Research Group..."

How is it that there is also a mess in space that makes trouble without sugar?

"Hello.. We are..."

The jacket of the J dress on Qin Guan's body was 3,4 mm thick, and he heard the sound of tearing at this time.

Xu Xiaoxiao saw that the situation was not good, and roared at the sky with pride: "I am the person in charge of Qin Guan's dance party contact!" Anything is coming at me! ”

The boy with Mei Zizi's fist facing the sky was instantly drowned in the sea of crowds, because of Xu Xiaoxiao's rescue, Qin Guan finally got rid of the entanglement and took the opportunity to break free from the gap.

"Thank you, Xu Xiaoxiao, I'll contact you again when I'm free!"

Qin Guan ran in the direction of Cong Nianwei on the stairs of the library without any righteousness.

Let's have a little more of a foreign tonight, and follow the crowd and have one of the most joyous holidays in the United States, Halloween!

In fact, Halloween is just a Chinese saying, and the real night of October 31 should be strictly called Halloween.

It is an ancient festival in the West, and the local people believe that this day is the beginning of the new year, and the harsh winter is coming, on this day, the souls of the deceased return to their former homes and find life in the people who live here.

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

Not to mention that all the people on the earth are the same ancestor, how similar this is to our Chinese seizure and possession.

Of course, it makes sense if you had to plan him to travel through time and space or be reborn.

But the living are afraid of the souls of the dead to take their lives, so everyone has to put out the fires and candles on this day, so that the souls of the dead cannot find the living, and they dress themselves up as demons and monsters to take the souls of the dead down.

This was originally a very serious and solemn festival full of horror, but in the old days, everyone sat around the church and took it seriously, but this transformation has become a festival of monster carnival.

What do Americans like best? Unconventional, self-pursuit, usually suppressed for the sake of reality, the inner perverted factor, on this day can be regarded as a complete explosion.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were on the edge of the big bed in the bedroom, changing their outfits for tonight, which was a decision that Cong Nianwei made after thinking twice, out of the conservative degree and shame of Chinese students.

Don't expect Cong Nianwei to wear a bunny girl costume with a fluffy tail behind her buttocks, she naturally bought clothes and props at the grocery store on the corner that were not too festive.

The matching of the white coat and the nurse's uniform is the dream of every uniform, and if this is what you think is a sexy dress, then I'm really sorry for you.

Anyone who saw the horrible splatters of blood on his coat could imagine that it was Jack the Ripper and nothing else.

Qin Guan put on the white coat in an orderly manner, and there was a disgusting stethoscope pinned to the pocket of his jacket on the side, and there was an artificial brain on one end of the stethoscope, which was stuffed in his pocket in a mess.

Cong Nianwei's nurse clothes are much more complete than Qin Guan's, so women's clothes are always the most exquisite type of workmanship.

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

The nurse's uniform has a World War II feel, the skirt is really not long, and it is covered with blood splatters, as if the surgical emergency room picked up dozens of people in a series of car accidents tonight.

The most realistic thing is that Cong Nianwei also has a tripod for dripping, and there is a half-bottle drip bottle hanging on it.

I didn't see Cong Nianwei, who had changed her clothes now, was grunting on the floor of her house.

"Huh? Is the makeup on this face to be painted? Before Qin Guan's words fell, a small hand touched his cheek.

Qin Guan in the dressing mirror instantly had a few more bright red bloody finger marks on his face, and the blood beads on it also meandered down, forming a beautiful route on Qin Guan's chin.

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

"The red glucose syrup is the best way to make the soft heart and interior of the cake..."

Cong Nianwei also wiped it twice on her face, and there was a sweet fruit smell in the air, well, there was still residual syrup on her fingers, so she put her fingers in her mouth and tasted the residual sweetness.

The crystal white fingers, as warm and transparent as white jade, with Cong Nianwei's pink lips, were held in her mouth, leaving happy footprints on her soft and sweet tongue.

"I want it too..." Qin Guan couldn't care about the makeup on his body, and knelt on the side of the bed with an arrow step, looking at Cong Nianwei's face seriously.

"Whoa..." Cong Nianwei was about to hand over the bucket in her arms, but was grabbed by Qin Guan, who bowed his head instantly, and the honey bucket in his arms was turned over on the floor.

The clash of big and small hands allows the equally intertwined fingers to share each other's experiences, and the red syrup meanders through each other's hands, as if telling the flow of the river of love.

Qin Guan was like the most ordinary holding hands and hugging, and naturally took Cong Nianwei's fingers into his mouth, and a rich sweet fragrance of grapes filled his mouth.

"It's sweet..."

"You... How..."

The hot cheeks touched the cold comfort, and before Cong Nianwei's coquettish and shy words could be spoken, Qin Guan's hot kiss was attached to her cheeks.

The cheeks, the corners of the mouth and finally the lips, are not slow, as if they are tasting the best taste in the world.

When Cong Nianwei gently closed her eyelashes and trembled slightly, her face like a rose flower seemed to be smeared with the most traditional carmine in Jiangnan.

The slightly cool touch left, and Qin Guan's beating voice sounded again: "Alas, I said Weizi, close your eyes and wait for sleep?" We're very busy today, at least, I'll do the math, we're going to a couple of parties..." )