Chapter 3482

Bibido flavor bean is such a magic candy. Even if you don't chew it, it melts in the mouth, ensuring that the eater can feel the malice of the manufacturer.

In essence, it is a tricky prop, because eating multi flavor beans with good friends is the most fun thing.

No one knows the taste of the next sugar in his hand. It may be milk or cow dung, but it's the happiest thing to see a friend spit out because of his disgusting taste.

It's kind of like a courage test meeting between children.

"If you have seed, knock one."

"Knock it, and you'll knock one."

In this way, both of them will eventually vomit, but their feelings are sublimated in this disgusting game, because their pain will bring happiness to each other, which is a variant of dedication.

But that's normal. Hermione is not an ordinary little girl. She has summed up a theory of eating sugar beans herself.

Su Ming used to buy her many flavored beans. She didn't know what method to use. She picked out all the delicious flavors and ate them, and then returned the disgusting taste to the professor together with the sugar box.

Over time, there was a lot of inventory in the death knell's pocket, and the taste of these sugar beans was definitely more disgusting than one.

Speaking of it, it seems that no child has ever asked for sugar at Su Ming's house on Halloween. As a result, these sugar beans have not been sent out. Indeed, it is too remote to build his villa in the mountains and forests of Maine

"Would you like to try it?" Su Ming asked the secret guest and looked at her beautiful big eyes.

"No!" Liana immediately shook her head. She was not Wang's pica. Usually she didn't even eat her tentacles, let alone Baby Diaper candy.

"Forget it. I'll save it for Wade later. In northern Europe, honey wine is more popular at weddings, while in the East, you need to eat wedding candy." The knell smiled and patted the girl on the back to let her continue to find the door number.

"Hehe, he will probably cry with joy?" The secret guest's small mouth tilted, revealing a bad hearted smile like the death knell.

As they walked around, they checked the rooms on both sides of the corridor. The layout of the hotel should be a 'mouth' structure, with a courtyard in the middle, and the backyard of the hotel is a beautiful hedge maze that can freeze to death.

The four sides of this word are corridors. It's reasonable that Su Ming and the secret guest should be able to walk quickly, but after four left turns, they still can't find the desired house number. 217 and 237 seem to have disappeared, probably hidden.

"If the average gun man enters the world, he's probably dead." Leana held the teacher's arm and looked at him checking the wall: "this hotel is full of malice to customers. Now the corridor has become an endless cycle."

"Well, the next door to room 216 is 218 and 214, the opposite door is 219, and 217 is just missing. The same is true for room 237." Su Ming raised his hand and knocked on the wall. He didn't find the secret door, and his cloak didn't find the energy trace of ghosts hitting the wall, as if room 217 didn't exist in the hotel.

But without these two rooms, the whole story of the flash does not hold. This is a paradox.

"Why don't we go to the bar in the hotel?" The secret guest scratched his nose, blinked his big eyes and said, "I remember in the movie, the bartender there spoke like a ghost. I could catch him, torture him and let him spit out information."

"You can do that, but it's not necessary. Don't worry. We're on vacation. In this pluralistic system, time is the least valuable. We have plenty of time to play games slowly."

The death knell pinched the cigarette end in his mouth, put it away as usual, and asked the hanging to drag a small tea table with a vase in the corridor:

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

The secret guest is preparing to answer the teacher that she is not hungry, because since she arrived at the dark tower world, the blood stone has been replenishing her energy, whether she eats or not.

But before she could say anything, room 216 on one side suddenly opened the door, and a monster, whose whole body seemed to be soaked in plasma, rushed out like a blood corpse.

It has no face and eyes. It's uncertain. Only its long hair is mixed with blood.

But it seemed to be able to see the death knell, and it also opened its arms and accelerated its steps like a hug. There was a loud 'cough cough' sound in its throat, as if a cock with a half broken neck was crowing.

Leana drew a white soul sword from her chest, which is a magic weapon against any evil creature. Cutting humans can only make people unconscious, but cutting demons or other dark creatures can make each other disappear with one sword.

This is the power of the human spirit and the light in the dark.

"Don't do it yourself." Su Ming raised his hand and stopped her. He also asked the strangler to hold down the forehead of the 'blood corpse', and sighed: "John, why are you here?"

"Cough... Bah!" It seems that the person wrapped in the red mucus finally spit out black mucus to one side, raised his hand and wiped his face, revealing a pair of yellow teeth with slag smell in the arc of his mouth: "it seems that I survived again and escaped from life again. I really should celebrate."

The secret guest realized that he was a living man. Although he had no breath of living people before, it was obviously recovering slowly at this time.

She put away her huge sword, took out a magic wand from her waist bag, recalled the spell and threw light at the blood corpse: "clean it up!"

As the spell came into effect, a clean to abnormal blonde man appeared. He was wearing a brown windbreaker and had the energy of an English rogue.

"Oh, thank you, baby." Slag Kang took out the wine pot, unscrewed the lid, stretched out his tongue, poured the last few drops of wine on his tongue and smacked his mouth: "although you are kind, the lining of my windbreaker is full of protective spells. If you wash it, you will destroy it."

If Hermione were here, the girl might apologize politely, at least by appearance. After all, Miss Granger is an English lady.

But Mao Mei's Secret guest didn't eat this set of words, which was obviously blackmail. She just patted her holster and said with a smile:

"Call me baby again and I'll castrate you and throw you into hell."

"Gee, it seems that you have found another good girl, Slade. She has a little Russian accent. As a demon, she has a lot of amorous feelings."

Constantine showed a funny smile, raised his hand and surrendered. After his head turned around, his ass tilted and sat on the small tea table:

"Forget it, it's none of my business for you to get involved with any devil. I believe you know it. I escaped back with information after a lot of hardships. Don't you plan to open a bottle of wine to welcome me? Can you always have a cigarette? And where is this place?"

"Don't be ridiculous. This is obviously not our multiverse 1. You are a witch. Don't say you can't sense the difference of surrounding energy properties." Su Ming threw him a box of cigarettes, leaned back against the wall, held his arm and stared at the scum's face: "first Batman, then Luther, is it you now?"

"Hehe, I'm John Constantine. Although I don't know what you said about the boy scout list, Batman and Luther are not the same kind of people. They are looking for death all the time, and I just want to live to the end and have no interest in your secret."

With that, Constantine immediately tore open the cigarette package like a beast, stuffed one into his mouth, rubbed his finger, lit the fire, took a big puff, and suddenly looked alive.

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