"Well … it’s the love between two men." Qin Shaojie tried to explain it euphemistically.
"I depend!" The ghost is three meters away from Qin Shaojie, and his eyes are weird. He looks at him and fights with the North Ghost.
"I still rely on it. What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Qin Shaojie said gloomily, "I’m just talking. Is it necessary for my wife to spend money here for entertainment?"
As soon as Yan Chuang wiped the tears from his laughter, the lobby manager knocked on the door again and came in, accompanied by three beautiful and indecent women.
The three women are not old enough to look at the mountains, but they are about twenty years old and have painted some light makeup on their faces. More importantly, these three women look much more beautiful than those stars, and they are as pure as students who have just entered the university.
Soon the three women found their own customers and sat down generously.
"Have fun," said the lobby manager, pointing to several doors in the balcony. "There is a room there."
I can’t wait to pull up two women. Oh, instead of waiting to become women, the girl entered one of the rooms. Yan Chuang was even more anxious. Before she entered the women’s clothes, she had already set off half.
When both doors were closed, Qin Shaojie poured two glasses of wine and handed it to Bei Mingzhan and said, "Do you feel it?"
North ghost war nodded "a little feeling is not very strong"
"Hey, hey," Qin Shaojie said with a smile, "Then let’s wait and see who is following us and what’s the purpose."
"What about them?" North ghost war pointed to the room is hard’ farmland’ two people asked.
"It’s okay, I can handle it." Qin Shaojie took a sip of red wine and said with a smile.
Chapter 632 I am a human-god.
It’s very quiet outside, except for Qin Shaojie’s swallowing drinks from time to time. There is no other sound. Even the wall hanging with rb art films on the wall is seen by Qin Shaojie.
The two rooms are in full swing, but Qin Shaojie doesn’t know why Yan Chuang’s room is called by a woman. Is he calling himself in the ghost room?
And it’s so touching?
Before Qin Shaojie could figure out what was going on, the balcony door could not be broken again, but this time it came in with the door, not the glamorous lobby manager but a thing.
"Pa" after a flips the balcony door was as if it had not been hit just now.
"Come out furtively," Qin Shaojie said, looking at the open door with a pie pie. "Would you like to play with me now? Are you afraid that your Zhang Chou face will scare people?"
Qin Shaojie’s words can be said to be enough to beat people up, not to call names in the face, not to expose shortcomings. Qin Shaojie’s repair is now different from whispering. When the balcony door hits for a moment, he feels a familiar smell.
Clowns. That’s right. People are clowns.
As Qin Shaojie’s voice fell, there was a wave of fluctuation, and then the clown’s ugly face with a mask appeared in front of Qin Shaojie.
"Very well, it seems that I underestimated you." The clown looked at Qin Shaojie without any feelings and said, "It really is a talented person. You can improve so fast."
"But your luck is really enviable," the clown continued. "Should I consider digging out your lucky heart and eating it? Maybe my luck will get better in the future. "
"I have no heart!" Qin Shaojie laughed with a big grin and seemed not to worry about clowns at all.
Yeah, he’s really not worried about clowns.
If you put it first, he must be afraid of clowns, but especially clowns. If you can’t see the high and low repairs, Qin Shaojie won’t dare to face him face to face. Now it’s different.
After he entered the realm of pick fairy, he could clearly feel that the clown xiu was just like him, which made Qin Shaojie become speechless for a moment. When did such a master emerge?
It’s not that Qin Shaojie is afraid, but that he is more ignorant of the five words of "fight but run"
It’s natural to trample him on the soles of your feet with your thighs. If you can’t beat him, you’re not a hero, you’re an idiot.
"Ha ha, I’m just kidding." Although the clown is laughing, the smile is particularly harsh, just like the sound made by an old record player, and it’s the kind after the record is scratched.
"However," said the clown, turning the conversation, "I want you to be my magic Dan. Compared with your magic Dan, it’s a pity that even if I dig it out that day, it’s not too big for me."
Clown this export immediately let Qin Shaojie north ghost war qi qi shocked a.