His body was still out of control, and Wang Zhuo's forehead began to sweat. He slowly bent down and pressed his face against the lock hole.
He was ready to be frightened. Although he was a monster, he still found it difficult to calm down in the world of ghosts.
As far as the eye can see, it is a red color, and in a red cloud, there is a deep black spot.
After watching for two or three seconds, Wang Zhuo regained control of his body and hurriedly straightened up, thinking that it was a good thing he wasn't some disheveled female ghost looking in the mirror, otherwise my brother's heart would really not be able to bear it!
Thinking like this, someone suddenly slapped me on the back.
Wang Zhuo turned his head with a stiff neck.
I saw a little girl wearing a floral skirt, staring at Wang Zhuo with a smile.
The girl is about seven or eight years old, with a slightly longer face. According to Wang Zhuo's hometown dialect, she has a horse face. Her cheekbones are very high, setting off a pair of triangular eyes. Although she is smiling,
It gives Wang Zhuo an extremely sinister feeling.
Apart from her slightly white skin, there is nothing weird about the girl.
"Uncle, have you seen my eyes?"
As soon as the girl appeared, Wang Zhuo knew that he had met the real owner. He pretended not to understand Japanese and asked doubtfully in Russian: "What are you talking about?"
"It turns out that uncle is a foreigner. Have you seen my eyes?" The girl's Russian was much better than Wang Zhuo's.
Are ghosts so literate nowadays?! Are they just like monks, relying on academic qualifications to get jobs?
Wang Zhuo didn't want to challenge how many languages the girl knew, so he shook his head and said, "Aren't the eyes on your face? Are they condoms?"
The girl was stunned, thinking that this was the first time she heard such a strange answer from the person who entered her dream. She stretched out two fingers of her right hand and clasped them directly towards her eyes.
"Pah...pah." Two eyeballs were forcefully dug out by the girl. Like table tennis balls, they jumped twice on the ground and rolled to the soles of Wang Zhuo's feet. Black and red blood flowed from the eye sockets, but the girl was still laughing.
He said: "Uncle, these eyes were stolen from me."
"Good craftsmanship!" Wang Zhuo applauded: "You are suitable to be an ophthalmologist in the future."
The girl giggled, "Uncle, I have liked stealing things since I was a child. If I like it, I will steal it. If I don't like it, I will also steal it. But I have lost my eyes. Uncle can help me find my eyes."
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Just when Wang Zhuo was about to despise the girl's outlook on life, his body suddenly trembled.
The Nine-turn Demon Pill finally contacted him and is coming soon!
"Okay, I will contact my friends to help you find it, but after I help you, you have to lend me something." The Nine-turn Demon Pill was approaching, and Wang Zhuo felt confident.
The girl nodded generously, the dark red blood in her eyes bobbing up and down with her head, almost splashing on Wang Zhuo's face. "Okay, uncle, what do you want to borrow?"
"Lend me your life!"
The girl's figure slowly faded, "Uncle, my life has been lost a long time ago. I really can't lend it to you. After leaving this door, uncle, go look for my eyes. Come on, otherwise they will steal your eyes."
Well, and your life."
At this time, the whole room suddenly shook, and the Nine-turn Demon Pill came out of the shed and directly integrated into Wang Zhuo's body. The power and true energy returned to Wang Zhuo's body, but the girl's figure completely disappeared.
He ran quite fast, and Wang Zhuo twitched his nose.
The Nine Transformation Demon Pill gave Wang Zhuo the talent to absorb the souls of the dead, and he was extremely sensitive to the smell of souls. But other than the strong smell of blood, the room had no ghost smell at all.
Is that girl really a monster as the naughty kid said?
"Click!"
The red door was blown open by the wind, making a creaking sound.
Wang Zhuo still has a human body, but it seems that his soul was taken in by the girl.
Even I couldn't resist this method. It seemed that Kezi was in danger. Wang Zhuo no longer thought about it, and strode out of the room naked, with his balls covered.
In front of him, there was a staircase of about twenty steps. The whole space was covered with gray fog, and occasionally a dark wind whistled past with a miserable light.
"Crack!"
With the loud bang of the door being closed, Wang Zhuo turned his head. The door behind him had disappeared and turned into gray mist.
Wang Zhuo looked at the gray space and couldn't help but think of the red color on the door lock. What he saw might be an eyeball with pinkeye. "Tch! It's okay to scare girls with low-level fear, but I'm picking my feet.
What a big man!”
Take a big step up the steps, and when your feet officially stand on the ground, the environment changes suddenly!
Countless gray fog and gloomy wind dispersed, the sun shone brightly in an instant, countless high-rise buildings were erected, and the streets were filled with people.
This is the most prosperous Nime Town in Sapporo City.
The so-called town is similar to a Chinese commercial street. The entire street is full of shops. About two or three miles away from Wang Zhuo, there are three welcoming doors with ancient decorations. The middle door is red.
"The red door is open. It doesn't seem particularly difficult. Although I don't know the current situation of the soul sea, if the god inside has exploded, even if I don't die, the soul will be extremely weak. Then, Keiko was killed by two bears in her sleep.
It’s impossible for the child to know the route if he’s harmed here. In this case, Keiko must still be choosing one of the three, so I have to speed up!”
Wang Zhuo stopped and ran towards the three gates at a faster speed, while paying careful attention to whether there was Huizi in the crowd.
"ah!"
The sharp shout startled Wang Zhuo.
I saw a Japanese woman wearing a white windbreaker, turning her head away and covering her face. All the passers-by nearby pointed at Wang Zhuo.
“Have you never seen performance art?”
Wang Zhuo thought that the pedestrians in the "dream" were all brainless NPCs, but these people surrounded Wang Zhuo and seemed to be discussing the size of the ball under Wang Zhuo's body. Wang Zhuo was extremely shameful and could not speed up, so he hid in a clothing store
shop.
He walked to the clothes rack with a gloomy face, thinking that he would not be a human being for a long time. The gentle gentleman who faced the wind was forced to leave by a group of NPCs, and he was preparing to steal clothes like an agent in his dream. How ironic!
Thinking like this, he didn't stop moving and reached out to pick up a black leather windbreaker with three buttons and no belt.
He randomly found a pair of black casual trousers, and just as he was about to put them on, Wang Zhuo felt someone beside him!
Turning his head, he saw an innocent woman with an extremely beautiful face and an extremely perfect figure, about 21 or 2 years old, with long black hair, looking straight at his lower body.
While watching, he licked his upper lip with his tongue, as if he was starving to death.
The pure face and seductive expression made Wang Zhuo's heart beat a little faster. At the same time, male hormones surged, making his throat feel dry and sweet.
MLGBD, perverted little Japan!
Wang Zhuo wanted to turn around and turn his back to the woman, but then he thought about it and said, I won’t show you my butt. He picked up his clothes and pants and found a room. Just as he was about to put on his pants, Wang Zhuo felt his body stiffen. He was in a closed room before.
The weak feeling of being manipulated comes back again!
Meng Linzi’s words from back then came to mind.
"How can a poor man fall into the same pit twice?"
Wang Zhuo smiled slightly and activated the Heavenly Demon Art, which was like turning on a resistance halo, instantly breaking through the weak DEBUFF.
Even so, the small steel cannon on Wang Zhuo's lower body was not guarded, and he stood up shamefully under the control, transforming into a human weapon!
Later, the beautiful woman just now also chased into this room, opened the door, and happened to see Yi Zhu Qingtian!
The woman turned her face shyly, but her peripheral vision was still accurately aimed at the height 103 between Wang Zhuo's thighs.
What's going on? Could it be that the little girl knew that her buddy hadn't touched a woman in almost half a year, so she specially arranged a spring (transliteration to prevent harmony) fantasy?
At this moment, the TV in the room clicked on, playing a Japanese folk-style action movie at a high volume.
Wang Zhuo watched it for two or three seconds and turned his head with disdain. I have already seen this film by Mr. Cang, right?
As for that woman, her eyes were looking at Teacher Cang on the TV for a while, and then at Wang Zhuo's lower body.
The white and tender hands continued to explore the upper and lower roads respectively, and at the same time, they slowly walked towards Wang Zhuo.
