378 Nian Wei's Carmine-The Vest Master without a Vest

No matter what he said, it seemed strange. When Qin Guan looked thoughtfully at the back of this fellow named Fu Sheng, he was not allowed to react, and a group of ghosts and monsters suddenly appeared over there. ★★

The situation at the scene became chaotic like this. All kinds of strange monsters and ghosts ran out the day before the carnival.

"We belong to the Crazy Monster Alliance. If you have time, you must come to my party..." Have you got the monster's consent?

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

Why is there trick-or-treating in space?

"Hello we are..."

The j clothing jacket on Qin Guan's body was a full 3 to 4 millimeters thick, and he could even hear the sound of tearing at this moment.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Xiaoxiao yelled at the sky with pride: "I am Qin Guan's contact person in charge of the ball! Come to me for anything!"

The boy with his fists up to the sky was instantly submerged in the crowd. 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 towards Cong Nianwei on the library stairs without any loyalty.

Tonight, let us also have a look, and follow the trend, and also come to the happiest festival in the United States, Halloween!

In fact, Halloween is just a Chinese way of saying that’s all. The real night of October 31st should be called Halloween strictly speaking.

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. Look for life in people.

Then fight for three hundred rounds to regenerate. This is the only hope for these dead souls to regenerate.

How about saying that all people on earth have the same ancestor, how similar is this to our Chinese seizing the body and possessing the body.

Of course, it would make sense if you had to plan him as time travel or rebirth.

But the living people are afraid that the souls of the dead will take their lives, so everyone will put out the fire and candlelight on this day, so that the souls of the dead cannot find the living, and they will dress themselves up as demons and goblins to take the souls of the dead.

This was originally a very serious and solemn festival full of horror. In the old days, everyone sat around in the church and took it seriously. As a result, it turned into a festival of monster carnival.

What do Americans like best? Unconventional, self-pursuing, usually suppressed for the sake of reality, the perverted factor in the heart completely exploded on this day.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were on the side of the big bed in the bedroom, changing their outfits for tonight. This was a decision Cong Nianwei made after careful consideration, out of the conservativeness and sense of shame of Chinese students.

Don't expect Cong Nianwei to wear a bunny girl costume with a fluffy tail on the back of her buttocks. Of course, she bought clothes and props that fit the festive atmosphere and are not too exaggerated at the grocery store on the corner.

The combination of white coat and nurse uniform is the dream of every uniform lover. If this is what you think of as a fun dress, then I am really sorry for you.

Anyone who saw the horrific spatter of blood all over the coat could imagine that it was Jack the Ripper and not someone else.

Qin Guan put on the white coat neatly, and a disgusting stethoscope was pinned in the jacket pocket beside him. There was an artificial brain hanging from one end of the stethoscope, and it was stuffed in the pocket in a mess like this.

Cong Nianwei's nurse outfit is much more complete than Qin Guan's, so women's clothes are always the most exquisitely crafted.

A beautiful nurse hat with a slanted belt, with a big red cross painted on it with red paint, because of the horrible effect, the dye on both sides is still flowing down like blood.

The nurse uniform feels a bit like World War II, the skirt is really not long, and it is also covered with blood splatters, just like the serial car accident where dozens of people were picked up in the surgical emergency room tonight.

The most realistic thing is that Cong Nianwei also has a tripod stand for IV drip, and a half-bottle IV bottle is hung on it.

Didn't you see that Cong Nianwei, who has changed her clothes now, is grunting and pushing vigorously on the floor of her own house.

"Huh? Does the makeup on this face need to be painted?" Before Qin Guan finished speaking, a small hand touched his cheek.

Qin Guan in the dressing mirror had a few bright red bloody finger marks on his face instantly, and the blood beads on it flowed down meanderingly, 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 afterwards, was holding a small bucket in his arms, and was wiping the red liquid on his face.

"Red glucose syrup is the best for the cake's soft center and interior..."

Cong Nianwei also wiped her face twice, and there was a sweet fruity smell in the air, um, there was still syrup left on her fingers, so she immediately put her fingers in her mouth to taste the remaining sweetness.

Crystal white fingers, warm 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, and half-knelt by the bed, looking seriously at Cong Nianwei's face.

"Here..." Cong Nianwei was going to pass the small bucket in his arms, but Qin Guan, who bowed his head instantly, grabbed the small hand, and the honey syrup bucket in his arms was turned over and buckled on the floor.

The handshake of the big hand and the small hand made the same interlaced fingers share each other's experience, and the red syrup meandered through each other's hands, as if telling the flow of the river of desire and love.

Qin Guan was like holding hands and embracing in the most common way, he naturally put Cong Nianwei's fingers into his mouth, and a strong sweet scent of grapes filled his mouth.

"Very sweet..."

"You...how..."

The hot cheek touched the cool comfort, and before Cong Nianwei's coquettish and shy words could be said, Qin Guan's passionate kiss was attached to her cheek.

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

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

The cool touch left, and Qin Guan's beating voice sounded again: "Hey, I said Wei Zi, close your eyes and wait for sleep? We are very busy today, at least, I will do the math, go Going to several parties..." (To be continued.) 8