man like you, this will not need to spend money to find a woman,"
the king The wind did not answer.
He was looking at the coffin.
After the kind of thing just now, this coffin is still intact. Is the demon all afraid of this person in the coffin?
Blood slave: "Now I know what the stone you gave me is."
Wang Feng immediately asked: "What is that?" The bloody
slave's eyes were drunk and gently said: "It is an aphrodisiac, it must be Aphrodisiac."
Wang Feng smiled, smiled.
The magical and evil magic stone, now back in his arms, he vowed to take it out easily.
But he couldn't help but tempted: "But you just said that it is the magic stone that the blood is dripping into." The
blood slave admitted: "I did think so, because the story of the devil and the blood parrot really fascinated me. "
Wang Fengdao: "Who told this story?"
Blood slave: "It is the person who painted this picture on the wall."
Wang Fengdao: "Who is this person?" The
blood slave: "His name is Guo, it is a strange old man."
Wang Feng immediately emits light in his eyes: "He called Guo Fan!" The
blood slave shook his head and said: "But I heard that he has a brother named Guo Fan, who once saw the blood parrot." She looked
a little excited: "I heard that the blood parrot is every seven. It appeared once a year, and now it is when it appears."
Wang Fengdao: "So you call yourself a blood slave, wait for it to appear here." The
blood slave also admitted, "I said, this story is really human. Fascinated."
Wang Fengdao: "Do you really believe?" The
blood slave asked: "What about you?"
Wang Fengdao: "I... I don't know."
He didn't believe it, but now he is completely confused.
There are many mysterious and weird things in this world, which cannot be explained by manpower, and cannot be done by manpower.
After seeing what happened just now, he could not believe it.
A gust of wind blew, and the empty bird cage shook outside the window.
Xuenu said: "It could have been all of which raised parrot, the parrot is because the blood parrot, I always think that it will be in
the most frequent parrot place."
Wang Feng said: "Unfortunately, they were all dead."
Xuenu lightly Sigh, said: "There is very poor death."
Wang Fengdao: "Is it dead on the night of the first day of July?" The
blood slave nodded and suddenly called: "How do you know?"
Wang Feng smiled and said: "I know a lot Things, especially things that shouldn't be known.” The
blood slave looked at him and said, “Do you know that blood parrots will appear here, so come here?”
Wang Fengdao: “No.”
Blood slave: "Where are you for?"
Wang Fengdao: "For my friend." He looked at the coffin and said: "He also died very badly. In his life, he
only hopes to die after death." Buried in his hometown."
Blood slave: "So you escort his body back to bury?"
Wang Fengdao: "He has few friends, I just have nothing else to do." The
blood slave sighed again and said: "Can It’s his luck to make such a friend to you.”
Wang Feng looked at her and suddenly thought she was a very kind girl.
Her weirdness and evil, perhaps only forced by the environment, is intended to attract those hateful men, deliberately pretending.
Evil is not the original temptation of mankind.
Wang Feng suddenly said: "Can you do something for me?"
Blood slave: "You said."
Wang Fengdao: " Destroy this painting on the wall, even if it can not be destroyed for a while, it is also possible to brush the white powder. "
Blood slave: "Why?"
Wang Fengdao: "Because...because I don't like it." The
blood slave looked at him and said, "If I listen to you, would you stay here?"
Wang Fengdao: " I... I can at least
spend more time with you.” The blood slave suddenly jumped up and said: “We are going to the street to buy white powder now.”
Wang Fengdao: “You are lying, I am going.” He touched her face. Road: "You can sleep peacefully, have my friends
to accompany you here, even if the devil will never dare to disturb you."
Blood slave: "Why do you want to say this?"
Wang Feng smiled and said : "Because my friend is a strong man when he is alive, he must be a strong ghost when he dies." The
blood slave is shrinking: "Will he come to me?"
Wang Fengdao: "Never." He smiled: "Because He is my friend, you too."
The blood slave also laughed, softly said: "So even if he suddenly jumped out of the village, I am not afraid." The
night is not deep.
When the lantern was first set up, the parrot building began to be lively.
In the courtyard, the lights are like stars, and the flowers are filled with flowers in the garden. The green female red men in the flowers and trees are singing and dancing. It also looks like a picture.
This picture is of course not the same as the picture on the wall in the small building. This is a beautiful picture, full of joy.
But in the hearts of these people in the picture, how many people have no desire for demons?
Wang Feng strode over.
Suddenly he felt annoyed in his heart. He strode into a hexagonal pavilion and took a can of wine and drank half a can. He
threw the can far away and shattered it.
The red men and green women who drank in the pavilion were all scared.
Wang Feng laughed, suddenly shot, grabbed a man's
clothes , said: "You accompany me." This person dressed in glamorous, it seems to be a very successful businessman, eat and eat, "what to do?"
Wang Fengdao "
Go to buy white powder."
This humanity: "White powder?"
Wang Fengdao: "It is the kind of white powder used to brush the wall." Of course, this person does not want to go, hug the beautiful woman drinking, obviously much more pleasant than buying white powder.
It’s a pity that he won’t go, because Wang Feng has already smashed his whole person.
There are eight people in the hexagonal pavilion. Six are female, very young and beautiful girls – even if they are not too young, at least
they don’t look old; even if they are not beautiful, they at least have some appeal.
In addition to this person who was picked up by Wang Feng, the other two were white, although there
was no pleasant expression in his eyes when he was in the carnival .
For him, it seems that going to such a place is not a kind of entertainment, it is just something that has to be done.