The drunkard, who had been shown off by the dancer and the stinky rascal, made a vomit gesture, and he staggered to his feet, and his fleshy body knocked over many of the guests who had come to seek pleasure, and the drunkard slammed the door with the sound of swearing and smashing things, and staggered out.

"Hahahaha."

A bunch of sluts and inferior dogs.

The drunkard, waving his stout hand like a fly to drive away the laughter of the offended guests, rolled into the corner, as before, and found a comfortable place, pulled his dirty clothes, and the muscles of his blushing face gradually relaxed, and fell into a long-lost sleep.

"Dada, dada."

"Dada, dada."

The drunkard flipped over in frustration.

"Dada, dada."

The grumpy drunkard's face squirmed, and he slammed into the walls around him in a delirious rage, his muscles swelling, and the splash of debris sent the brute force giant to let out an inhuman roar.

"Shh

The graceful female voice soothed the manic drunkard, and the irresistible magic in her voice was more mellow than the best liquor of the god of wine, the brew from the feast of the gods.

"Sleep."

The drunkard smacked his lips, and his swollen muscles erupted with terrible bruises, and he purred and patted his belly, laughing and falling asleep with the Venus that had followed him again, and the shadows on the wall swelled and grew, bigger and bigger.

Until the skin covered with flesh and blood turned into a thin layer, the balloon that was blown up to the point of being blown up into countless pieces with a "bang".

The first sun rises.

Seril, the capital of sin after a night of revelry, rested tiredly, but the tireless maniacs vomited and crawled out of the tavern that made them happy, wiped their eyelids stuck together, stepped on something cold and soft, and slipped unsuspectingly on the ground.

"!"

"Hell!"

"Lao Tzu wants to kill that thing that doesn't have long eyes."

The maniacs who fell together scolded and pulled out their sturdy arms, and in the laughter of the dancers who were not yet awake in the drunken gold fan, they woke each other up violently, to see which deadly bastard they were to lose this person!

Almost every month, the big brawls that happen to everyone, and when they are really awake and show their thick arms, their facial muscles shake violently, followed by large noises of gagging one after another, and many people even roll out of the small alleys desperately.

The disgusting dancer complained about the filth of these stinky men, her little hands covering her mouth and nose, poking out her messy head, sneering disdainfully, and the messy makeup made them laugh more than the laughing clowns.

"Gross."

"What is this?"

"Help!"

"What are you running?" The woman sitting in the center of the minced flesh pouted and turned her head, the cold flesh in her mouth made her speak slurred and evil, and on the broken long dress were screaming souls, and she swallowed the last slippery piece of food in dissatisfaction: "I'm just hungry." ”

The pale soul that was glued to the ground screamed silently, his little eyes were full of fear, but his face was full of contented smiles, and the white hideous guy was about to struggle out of the hell where the witch was.