He Pang Apartment, Room 503.

Qing Anran knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a man with dreadlocks in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses was holding a microphone in his hand, and the noisy sound followed behind him.

This is not the first time Qing Anran has come to greet him.

So when the man in sunglasses saw it was him, he knew what it was for.

"Hi, brother, don't be fine!"

The man in sunglasses held the microphone and shouted at the top of his voice: "Do you want to come in and have fun together?"

Qing Anran rubbed his ears with his little finger, looking dead: "I won't sing the song anymore, I want you to make the music..."

Before he could say anything, the man in sunglasses shook his finger and refused.

Then he shook his body and replied with an intoxicated look on his face:

"Music is sacred, brother, please forgive my unruly soul!"

"If there is nothing else, I'll say goodbye to you."

"I wish you a happy weekend, Bro~"

After saying that, the man in sunglasses shook his hand and closed the door.

This was rejected, and Qing Anran was caught off guard.

He originally wanted to remind Kiko to take it easy when he started, but now it is too late to say anything.

Because Kiko has already entered the house with the man in sunglasses.

Qing Ran leaned against the wall and turned on his cell phone.

I pinched a stopwatch.

He was very curious about how long the big brother inside could last.

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The man in sunglasses entered the house, and he was in a pride.

On a whim, I want to diss a few words.

However, the vocabulary library is a bit barren, and I can only think of two short words.

"Forget it, let you go."

The audio sets up horsepower and step on the right foot.

The man in sunglasses shook his body casually.

"The next song is called "The Demon of Dawn"!"

He shouted loudly, as if he was trying to provoke on purpose.

As soon as he finished shouting, the microphone in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"I pressed the switch?"

The man in sunglasses frowned, and the switch was indeed closed.

Turn on the switch and patted it with your hands.

The microphone has a sound again.

This kind of thing has happened usually.

The man in sunglasses didn't care either.

However, when I was fiddling with the microphone, I accidentally missed the prelude to the song.

This made him a little unhappy.

There is no soul to speak of without a prelude!

As a Virgo man with sunglasses, he can't stand this kind of thing!

So, he resolutely set up the replay.

Then, like before, sway, scrutinize the point, and hold the microphone to your mouth.

"In the morning light of dawn, two palace gates..."

"The sin of being bought is quietly opened!"

"The last redemption made the devil's verdict..."

The man in sunglasses is immersed in his music.

Suddenly I heard a burst of applause.

There was not much applause, but it formed an echo in the living room.

The man in the sunglasses originally thought the sound came from outside the door, but when he walked to the door, he found that the sound had become smaller.

I subconsciously patted the microphone, but the microphone was silent again.

He began to feel something was wrong.

Putting down the microphone and turning off the speaker, he began to look for the source of the sound in the living room.

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Kiko sat on the sofa, clapping and licking her lips.

Although the man in front of me looked like he looked big, thick, big, round waist.

But Kiko knew that he had already begun to be scared.

Human fear is Kiko's spiritual food.

The more he was afraid, the faster Kiko could fill her stomach.

However, Kiko, who had eaten the appetizer, was no longer so anxious.

She was thinking, thinking could avenge Qing Ran safely.

Soon, she glanced at the two cabinet speakers.

"Don't you like the speaker?"

"Then I'll let you like it enough."

"I like it so much that I have to walk around when I see the audio in my life!"

Kiko brought an earplug and sat on the speaker.

He patted twice again.

Sure enough, the man in sunglasses who heard the clapping sound walked towards this side.

When leaving, he looked cautious.

When he arrived next to the speaker, the man in sunglasses even put his ear on.

Kiko originally wanted to scare him and give him a long memory.

But unexpectedly, this guy was going to hit the gun.

“Go along the way.”

After a second of silence, Kiko turned on the speaker again.

"Ah, my ears!"

With a big horn, the man in sunglasses was knocked away and hit the sofa.

The man with sunglasses's whole head is buzzing now. I don't know if it was shocked by the audio or hitting the sofa.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

After this wave, he felt half of his face numb.

Suddenly, his anger soared and he began to fight against the sky, the earth and the air.

Pillows, tissues, and headphones, and then smash them onto the speaker.

"Spicy chicken stuff! Damn!"

The man in sunglasses' hands were already trembling, holding his head, gritting his teeth and cursing.

Kiko sat on the speaker and pursed her mouth.

Anger worth that thing, she couldn't eat it.

She is a ghost who likes to eat fear values. If the other person's mind is full of anger, she will not be able to eat anything.

So, Kiko felt that she had to scare him again.

Kiko leaned forward, lay on the speaker, and stepped on the wall with her feet.
To be continued...