Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 380

[Three hundred and seventy-eight Nianwei’s rouge red – vest hall owner without vest plus more]

It seemed strange to say this. When Qin Guan thoughtfully looked at the back of this fellow called Fu Sheng leaving, he couldn’t allow him to react. Suddenly, a group of bulls, ghosts and snakes appeared over there.

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The situation at the scene was so chaotic, all kinds of strange ghosts and snakes ran out the day before the carnival.

“We are from the Crazy Monster Alliance, you must come to my party when you are free…” Have you approved the monster?

“We’re from the Astrophysics Research Group…”

Why is there trick-or-treating in space?

“Hello.. We are…”

The jacket of J’s clothing on Qin Guan’s body was 3 or 4 mm thick. At this moment, he heard the sound of tearing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Xiaoxiao roared

at the sky with pride: “I’m the person in charge of Qin Guan’s dance party! If you have anything, come at me!”

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 when I have time!”

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

Let’s be Western-style tonight. Along with the flow, let’s come to the happiest holiday in America, Halloween!

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

This is an ancient festival in the West. The local people believe that this day is the beginning of the new year, and the harsh winter is coming. On that day, the souls who once died will return to their former residences on this day. Find life in people.

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

Not to mention that the people on earth all have the same ancestor, how similar is this to the possession of possessions in China.

Of course, it makes sense if you have to plan him to be a time travel or rebirth.

But the living fear the souls of the dead to take life,

Therefore, everyone must put out the fire and candlelight on this day, so that the souls of the dead cannot find the living, and then they dress up as demons and ghosts to let the souls of the dead go down.

This was originally a very solemn and terrifying festival, but in the old days it was taken seriously by people sitting around in the church. As a result, this change has turned into a festival for monsters.

What do Americans like best?

Unconventional, self-seeking, and usually suppressed for the sake of reality, the inner perverted factor was completely exploded on this day.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were at the bedside in the bedroom, changing their outfits tonight. This was a decision made by Cong Nianwei after considering it again and again, out of the conservativeness and shame of Chinese students.

Don’t expect Cong Nianwei to wear a bunny girl costume with a fluffy tail behind her butt. She naturally bought clothes and props that fit the festive atmosphere without being too exaggerated at the grocery store on the street corner.

The combination of a white coat and a nurse’s uniform is the dream of every uniform control. If this is what you think is a sexy dress, then I’m really sorry for you.

Anyone who sees the terrifying splash of blood on the coat can imagine that this is Jack the Ripper and not someone else.

Qin Guan put on the white coat in a proper manner, and a disgusting stethoscope was attached to the pocket of his jacket. There was an artificial brain on one end of the stethoscope, and it was stuffed into the 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 workmanship.

The beautiful nurse hat with an oblique strap has a big red cross painted with red paint on it. Because of the terrifying effect, the dye on both sides is still flowing down like blood.

The nurse’s uniform feels a bit like World War II. The skirt is really not too long, and it is covered with blood splattered all over the body. It is like a serial car accident where dozens of people were picked up by the surgical emergency room tonight.

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

Didn’t you see Cong Nianwei, who had changed her clothes now, was pushing hard on the floor of her house.

“Hey? Is the makeup on this face meant to be painted?” Before Qin Guan’s voice could finish, a small hand touched his cheek.

Qin Guan in the full-length mirror instantly had a few bright red blood finger marks on his face, and the blood beads on the top also flowed down, forming a beautiful line on Qin Guan’s chin.

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

“Red glucose syrup is the best for the soft heart and interior of the cake…”

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

Crystal white fingers, moist and transparent like white jade, matched with Cong Nianwei’s pink lips, contained in her mouth, leaving happy footprints on her soft and sweet tongue.

“I want to…” Qin Guan didn’t care about the makeup on his body, he knelt down beside the bed with a stride, and looked at Cong Nianwei’s face earnestly.

“Well…” Cong Nianwei was about to hand over the small bucket in her arms, but Qin Guan, who bowed her head instantly, grabbed her small hand, and the honey syrup bucket in her arms was turned over on the floor.

The big hand and the small hand are clasped, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com let the same interlaced fingers share each other’s experience, the red syrup winds through each other’s hands, as if telling the flow of the river of love and desire.

Qin Guan held Cong Nianwei’s fingers into his mouth naturally, just like the most common hug, and a strong sweet aroma of grapes filled his mouth.

“It’s sweet…”

“You…how…” The

hot cheeks touched the cold comfort. Before Cong Nianwei’s coquettish and shy words were spoken, Qin Guan’s warm kiss was attached to her cheek.

The cheeks, the corners of the mouth finally reach the lips, slow and slow, as if tasting the best taste in the world.

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

The cool touch left, Qin Guan’s beating voice rang again: “Oh, I said Wei Zi, close your eyes and wait for bed? We are very busy today, at least, I’ll do the math, we’re going to go to bed. Several parties…” (To be continued.)