Chapter 374
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His words sounded weird. Qin Guan looked at Fu Sheng's back thoughtfully. Before he could react, a group of monsters appeared.
Just like that, the situation at the scene became chaotic. All kinds of strange monsters and demons came out on the day before the carnival.
"We're from the League of Crazy Monsters. Come to our party when you're free."
"We're from the Astrophysics Research Group."
Why is there trick-or-treating in space?
"Hello, we're..."
Qin Guan's jacket was three or four millimeters thick, so he could hear the sound of it tearing.
Xu shouted at the sky, "I'm in charge of Qin Guan's party! If you have any problems, come at me! "
The boy was drowned in the sea of monsters in an instant. Thanks to Xu's help, Qin Guan escaped from the crowd.
"Thank you, Xu. I'll call you when I'm free."
Qin Guan ran up to Cong Nianwei, who was standing on the stairs.
Tonight, let's go with the flow and celebrate the happiest holiday in America, Halloween!
In fact, Halloween was just a Chinese term. Strictly speaking, the real night of October 31st should be called Wan Shengye.
This was an ancient festival in the West. The local people believed that this day was the beginning of the New Year and that the harsh winter was coming. On that day, the souls of the deceased would return to their former homes and search for life in the people who lived here.
Then they would fight for 300 rounds and be reborn. This was the only way for the souls to be reborn.
That was why people on earth shared the same ancestor. It was similar to China's practice of possession.
Of course, it was also reasonable to think of it as a transmigration or rebirth.
But the living were afraid that the souls of the dead would come to steal their lives. Therefore, on this day, everyone would extinguish their fires and candles, so that the souls of the dead would not be able to find the living, and they would dress themselves up as demons and ghosts to steal the souls of the dead.
It was originally a solemn festival full of horror. In the old days, people would gather around churches to celebrate it, but now it had become a festival for monsters.
What did Americans like the most? They wanted to be unconventional and pursue their own ideas. Their perverted nature, which they had suppressed for the sake of reality, finally broke out on that day.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were changing on the bed in the bedroom. Cong Nianwei had thought it over and over again. She was a conservative Chinese student and had a sense of shame.
Cong Nianwei wouldn't be wearing a bunny costume with a fluffy tail. She had bought some clothes from a grocery store on the corner of the street that were suitable for the festival without being too exaggerated.
A white coat and a nurse's uniform was every uniform lover's dream. If that was the only way to dress up, then I'm sorry.
Anyone who saw the horrifying bloodstains on the coat would be able to imagine that it was Jack the Ripper and not someone else.
Qin Guan put on his white coat. There was a disgusting stethoscope in the pocket of his coat. There was a piece of artificial brain fluid hanging from the end of the stethoscope. It was all messily stuffed in his pocket.
Cong Nianwei's nurse's uniform was much more complete than Qin Guan's. Women's clothes were always the most exquisite.
She wore a beautiful nurse's cap with a big red cross painted on it. Due to the horrible effect, the dye on both sides looked like blood flowing down.
The nurse's uniform looked like it had been worn during World War II. The skirt was not long, but it was also covered in blood. It looked like a serial car accident involving dozens of people in the emergency room.
Cong Nianwei also had a three-legged stand for an IV drip with a half-empty bottle hanging on it.
Cong Nianwei had changed her clothes and was pushing the floor with all her might.
"What? Do you need some makeup? "Before Qin Guan could finish his words, a small hand touched his cheek.
In the mirror, there were several bloody fingerprints on Qin Guan's face. The blood was flowing down his chin.
"What's this?" Qin Guan was surprised. Cong Nianwei was sitting on the bed with a small bucket in her arms. She was smearing the red liquid on his face.
"Red grape syrup is the best ingredient for the soft core and decorations of the cake …"
Cong Nianwei smeared it on her face. The air was filled with the sweet smell of fruit. There was still some syrup on her fingers. She put her fingers in her mouth and tasted the sweetness.
Her fingers were as smooth and transparent as white jade. Her pink lips were in her mouth, leaving a happy footprint on her soft and sweet tongue.
"Me too..." Qin Guan didn't care about his makeup. He knelt down beside the bed and looked at her face seriously.
"Here …" Cong Nianwei was about to hand him the bucket, but Qin Guan, who had lowered his head, grabbed her hand and flipped the bucket over on the floor.
The big hand and the small hand intertwined, allowing their intertwined fingers to share each other's experience. The red syrup wriggled in each other's hands, as if narrating the flow of the river of love.
Qin Guan put Cong Nianwei's fingers in his mouth as if they were hugging each other. The sweet smell of grapes filled his mouth.
"It's sweet..."
"You... Why..."
Cong Nianwei's hot cheeks felt cool and comfortable. Before she could say anything, Qin Guan kissed her cheeks.
He kissed her cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and finally her lips, neither too fast nor too slow, as if he was tasting the best taste in the world.
When Cong Nianwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, her rose-like cheeks seemed to be painted with the most traditional rouge of the south of the Yangtze River.
When the cool touch left, Qin Guan's annoying voice came again, "Hey, Wei, are you going to sleep with your eyes closed? We'll be very busy today. At least, let me count, we'll have to attend a few parties … "
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