From the Bird

"He? Kan with another narrow b."

Suddenly, under Li Yan's buttocks, his calf was upright, and his waist turned over forcefully, but he swooped into it!

Snapped!

Li Yan grabbed the edge of the chair with his right hand and pulled it out. The sticky darkness pulled Li Yan's body, and half of his face was already trapped in the massage chair.

Two large black hands stretched out from behind the chair, holding Li Yan firmly.

"Stay with me ..."

The man said gloomily.

His hand full of calluses covered the screen, and his fingers protruded slightly from the TV.

Arms, waist, thighs.

Finally, the shoes gently landed.

The man was wearing a beige suit with heavy dark circles, as if he had not slept in a long time.

Li Yan's eyes, which were stuck in a massage chair like a marsh, turned, and his mouth shattered:

"If I were here, I would sing better than you. I sang for seven years, and it wouldn't sing like this if you brought a dog over."

Seeing this "shy" in front of him was not panicked, the man narrowed his eyes.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a while, grinned, and then raised his head to look insane.

"Then you will be my companion!"

After speaking, he grabbed Li Yan's right wrist by grabbing the edge, and dragged desperately, trying to push Li Yan into the chair.

...

Five seconds passed

"Go in, you go in for me."

Ten seconds passed

"Uh ... ha ~ ha ~, um ... ha ~ ha ~"

Half a minute ...

thump.

The man sat on the ground with his butt, sweaty.

Li Yan's wrists were like pig iron that had been welded to death. The one-eyed man stared at the man.

The man stood up stupidly, turning his face fiercely back and forth, only to pull out a paper knife from the drawer for a long time.

He walked to the massage chair with the knife, facing Li Yan with his blade.

Li Yan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"..."

The man's eyes were red, and the snow-white blade trembled back and forth.

"What's the matter? Do it." Li Yan revealed his white teeth: "It's only seven years since I came here with my narrow b. It's an opportunity."

When 啷 ~

The paper knife fell to the ground, the man drew his mouth, tore the poster on the counter to shatter, and picked up a flower pot and smashed it into the glass door.

The seemingly fragile doorway was motionless, and the words recorded by the red striped audio on the glass were stained with dirt.

He stomped on the cd cabinet foot by foot, and the muffled muffled sound was very irritable. The record printed with Zhou Huajian's smile splashed.

"hastily!"

The man sat on the ground with one buttock, clutching his hair with a tangled face, and his eyes were red.

Li Yan was overjoyed at first sight: "Don't you dare to be a ghost? You are also a scorpion shit, you are the only one."

The man's lips shook with anger, and he stretched his neck and shouted, "Can you manage it? Can you manage it ?!"

Li Yan looked at the man and said:

"I said, how did you get in here? It's hard for both of us to tell us."

The man shook his lips and turned his back on Li Yan.

"Tell me, man, what did you do before?"

"..."

The man swallowed his blocked throat and wiped his eyes before saying:

"I said your kid's heart is wide enough, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Dead?" Li Yan's eyes rolled around.

"This territory is not yet qualified."

The man shook his head and calmed down for a long time. It was good to think that someone could speak.

"I used to be a band. Living in the Summer Palace, Shucun, did you know that? Suju was drunk with a few buddies, and dangled here at eleven o'clock. Who knows that in a blink of an eye, someone around can find No more. The rest, just like you. "

"Just like your throat, don't you make money making a band?"

"That's what you don't understand!"

Men seemed to be caught hurting their feet, but thinking about this moment, the fight for the net is not very useful, and it is no longer anxious. But sighed.

"I didn't mix it up for a few years. At that time, I was performing in Happy Garden. The money for the completion was just enough to drink wine. I haven't been able to be filial in this life. It's difficult to see the second old man again.

"I'll help you."

"Take care of yourself, you can't protect yourself,"

The man grinned.

"Do you know why I know there is a problem with this store, do you want to break into it?"

Li Yan asked him.

"Your neurosis, who cares about you."

The man scolded.

"Hehehe ..."

Half of Li Yan's face was smiling, and for a while I didn't know who was the ghost.

His fingers clenched sharply, and several distinctive marks were printed on the massage chair.

"Squeak ~"

A white smoke rose from the chair, and the roaring roar rose with white steam.

In the man's incredible eyes, the black leather pads burned violently, Li Yan stood up, and the roar of evil beasts echoed in the air.

Chaos tattoos, fierce.

The man couldn't speak for a long time.

In the black square hole of the six-money money, a green and soft luster shot out.

Wearing a cropped trousers, the damsel in a beige lady's suit stepped out of the blue, her white fingers pressed against the rustling gramophone, as if interested in this strangely shaped instrument.

"Dan Niang, can you think of a way to take him out."

Dan Niang listened to the man's face, scared the man back and forth.

She turned to ask Li Yan.

"Is this cricket?"

"What is it?"

"He went into the shadows by mistake, and if he couldn't get back, he called."

"it's him."

Dan Niang nodded and said, "Get him a container first."

After she said a finger of a morning glory-shaped gramophone, she calmly said, "How about this?"

"It's too big, smaller."

Li Yan picked up a white Sony walkman.

"This."

"can."

Dan Niang grabbed the man's collar, and during his boring question of "What are you doing?", He stiffly thrust the man's head into the black and white screen of the walkman.

Li Yanzhang was surprised at the scene.

"Although he is rare, he is very weak. Why is he brought on purpose?"

Dan Niang gave the Walkman to Li Yan.

"He was outside just now, although he didn't sing, but ..."

In Kui's record book, there is also a repressor on Xuanwumen's East Street.

Li Yan looked at the retro and dilapidated house outside the door.

The door was closed, and the marble cutout was a gray-white church. It looked like no one had lived for a long time.

[Ruins of Catholic Yandu Bishop's Palace (night)]

Catholics will receive blessings.

Exclude all pagans.

"When I was hunting the tattooed man just now, I was in the scope of this repressor. However, I didn't receive any warning about the abnormal state. I want to say that this evil street is the same everywhere in the city. special……"

Li Yan Duan looked up at the white walkman in his hand.

[Sony DiscmanD777]

category:? ? ?

quality:? ? ?

Do not bring out Yan Fu fruit.

Note: This is a person who is middle-aged and will only tinker with the decadent souls of strange music that nobody likes.

Li Yan stepped out of the door and stood under the "Rolling Stone Culture" sign.

"call!"

A wind blowing Xuan'er sticky on Li Yan's arm, making him goosebumps for a while.

The maiden's lanterns went out one after another, and the streets were dark.

"Snap"

Li Yan bowed his head, stepping on a pool of blood, panicking under his feet.

He stooped to pick up something from the pool of blood and felt it round.

Li Yan shook off the blood on it and pointed it at the **** moon in the sky.

Transparent, with petal-like things inside.

Glass ball?

Li Yan smirked. Throwing the glass ball away, I felt a bit wrong, and looked up again, feeling a little in my heart.

Hanging in the sky is not the moon at all, but a venomous face.

Suddenly, Li Yan's feet were cold, he conditionedly grabbed the ring dragon sword, slashed his wrists, and flung out. I didn't know what was stabbed in the stab, and was thrown by the ring dragon on the wall, and the **** hula became red.

"Dan Niang, come here first."

Li Yan took to the street and let the cyan glory turned into a money square hole on his neck.

He heard his voice soaring into his ear, and he followed it. It was exactly where he killed the tattooed skull man.

A skull tattooed man with a pierced neck was rubbing the ground like a catfish, crawling towards Li Yan.

The bloodstained face was covered with red gums. The sticky yellow corpse oil stuck to the oil road, looking disgusting and scary.

Li Yan unloaded the green postbox, holding Huanlong in his left hand, dragging the iron postbox in his right hand, and walked towards the twisted skull tattoo man with no expression on his face.

The sound of black leather shoes stepping on the ground was mixed with the scraping sound of the iron post, with a clear rhythm.

The disgusting corpse paused for a moment, suddenly frantically rubbing the ground, turning his head in the opposite direction of Li Yan.

Obviously there is no Li Yankui.

The postbox with a thick waist smashed the corpse monster with the sound of wind, and flesh flew across.

Li Yan didn't stop, like another perverted murderer in American movies, until the body under his feet no longer had a human figure, and the blood-stained postbox was twisted into a twist. Then he stopped.

"boom"

He threw away the postbox and looked at a long street.

When the street was fairly clean, black oil stains could be seen everywhere at the moment, and the "Xianghe Meatloaf" sign lamp on the restaurant was smashed, leaving a run-down scene.

The corner of the street was against Bai Yaner's wall, and a slender thigh stepping on a glass sandal came out of the corner. Li Yan was originally interested, but glanced at the woman's red and white mixed upper body and her face stinked.

The shadow behind the "woman" is so dazzling, I don't know how many arms are shining on the wall, and the scalp of the person watching is numb, they are huddled and rushing towards Li Yan.

In a suit and leather shoes, the man with the big brother pinned to his waist.

An old man wearing an old sun suit with an armband in yellow on a red background.

Stickers on his face. Girl with shofar and stepping on a wheelbarrow with one foot.

It's just that everyone is covered with blood stains all over and around, and lacks arms and legs, and it doesn't look like a living person.

"I knew it was not that easy."

Li Yan changed the ring dragon sword to his right hand and found that he walked into the church area without taking two steps.

"Your condition [fierce] is suppressed."

"Your ruling item cannot be used."

Li Yan knocked on the aluminum case of Sony Walkman.

"How do i call you?"

"Liang Ye ..."

The voice of a man came from the walkman.

"Sing a few words, I'll try it, don't leave me busy at night."

"Singing that again?"

"Don't you say I don't understand, what do you sing and sing. What do you think is good to sing?"

Li Yan thought to himself, let me see if it was because of this cricket, that the church's repressive effect had not been reflected. If so, it must be taken out.

"Oh, look at the screen, me and a bunch of buddies."

The man's voice is a little embarrassed, but more of an anticipation.

Li Yan still doesn't know what kind of ghost he rescued ...

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