The System of Basketball Becomes a God
Chapter 221 Untitled Chapter Chapter
Chapter 221 Untitled Chapters
The crow streaked across the gray sky and landed on the crooked stone tablet.The weeds are thick and the mice are sneaking in and out.The crow looked coldly at the large and small bumps on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers.His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and his anger burst out.It was originally silent here, the silence of the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life.Now, there is a voice that doesn't belong here... On the stone tablet are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig's ears.Three men were sitting around, with vague shadows trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive.They chatted while drinking: [-]: "We agreed to look for inspiration here, how did you find it?" [-]: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" , What's the matter, maybe this is a place where some demons make shit, maybe after he gives an order, all the brothers here will jump out." One: "I think it should be the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave Better, here we met a girl with a bamboo basket in her hand..." All three of them were writers of horror novels, and they all worried about inspiration. Later, someone posted photos of this place and a road map in the group, and everyone was like It's just that those who write horror novels don't necessarily have the courage to get the treasure, and in the end only the three of them came here together.Cremation is now advocated, and the cemetery is managed in a standardized manner, making everything neat and tidy. Such an atmospheric cemetery is extremely rare now, and they have only seen it in movies.After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures with this cemetery, which is like a treasured place of interest.The crow flew to the top of the tree and looked at the three people coldly.It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a horror master?Crow recalled his classic works back then, and then looked at these guys in front of him. He decided to let them see what is surprise and what is terror.After the photo of the three of them was finished, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu. They were very stylish in the photo.It's just... there is always a crow posing for the camera, sometimes combing hair in the mirror, sometimes putting on lipstick, and even some powder...
I have been renting near Hailong Building in Zhongguancun, BJ for four or five years, and I myself work in Hailong Building, selling computer components.My only hobby is watching horror movies or horror novels.I think that among all the horror novels I have read, Mr. Yinong's long horror novel "Stone Buddha Town" is the best written. It kept me from sleeping on Anwen Bridge for almost a month. Everyone must read him first. (Her) neck, to see if there are marks of vampire bites there.One day, I went to the cinema to watch a horror movie at midnight.I have to say that the current horror movies are less and less scary, so I have to choose to watch them at midnight, a time that can increase the horror atmosphere.When the horror movie starts showing.Facing one horror picture after another, I can't help but want to laugh.I am a well-educated person. In order not to affect other viewers, I have always tried my best to control myself. I strangled all the laughing cells in my body before they broke out.At this time, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from my ear, I turned around and saw a charming female audience sitting in the back row of me, pointing her slender jade fingers at the screen showing a horror movie and laughing The white teeth are exposed.There are still people who feel the same way as me. Watching a horror movie feels like watching a hilarious comedy.Unexpectedly, the female audience did not stop laughing, and the whole theater was followed by a storm of laughter.I finally couldn't help but join the ranks of violent laughter. "Hahaha, hahaha..." I covered my stomach with my hands from laughing, and my stomach hurt from laughing.Countless spectators laughed and slid off their seats and rolled on the ground.Suddenly, the headlights of the theater were turned on, and the theater was bright like daytime.The laughter in the cinema stopped abruptly.I saw a person shouting sharply at the gate: "Who is laughing? The theater has long been closed, who else is going crazy here?" I looked up and found that there were only people sitting in the empty theater. Myself.
The crow streaked across the gray sky and landed on the crooked stone tablet.The weeds are thick and the mice are sneaking in and out.The crow looked coldly at the large and small bumps on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers.His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and his anger burst out.It was originally silent here, the silence of the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life.Now, there is a voice that doesn't belong here... On the stone tablet are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig's ears.Three men were sitting around, with vague shadows trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive.They chatted while drinking: [-]: "We agreed to look for inspiration here, how did you find it?" [-]: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" , What's the matter, maybe this is a place where some demons make shit, maybe after he gives an order, all the brothers here will jump out." One: "I think it should be the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave Better, here we met a girl with a bamboo basket in her hand..." All three of them were writers of horror novels, and they all worried about inspiration. Later, someone posted photos of this place and a road map in the group, and everyone was like It's just that those who write horror novels don't necessarily have the courage to get the treasure, and in the end only the three of them came here together.Cremation is now advocated, and the cemetery is managed in a standardized manner, making everything neat and tidy. Such an atmospheric cemetery is extremely rare now, and they have only seen it in movies.After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures with this cemetery, which is like a treasured place of interest.The crow flew to the top of the tree and looked at the three people coldly.It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a horror master?Crow recalled his classic works back then, and then looked at these guys in front of him. He decided to let them see what is surprise and what is terror.After the photo of the three of them was finished, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu. They were very stylish in the photo.It's just... there is always a crow posing for the camera, sometimes combing hair in the mirror, sometimes putting on lipstick, and even some powder...
What about the three ghost stories today, hahaha I hope you enjoy reading them.come on! Come on!
Time slips away little by little like this, and there is still some meaning to it.
(End of this chapter)
The crow streaked across the gray sky and landed on the crooked stone tablet.The weeds are thick and the mice are sneaking in and out.The crow looked coldly at the large and small bumps on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers.His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and his anger burst out.It was originally silent here, the silence of the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life.Now, there is a voice that doesn't belong here... On the stone tablet are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig's ears.Three men were sitting around, with vague shadows trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive.They chatted while drinking: [-]: "We agreed to look for inspiration here, how did you find it?" [-]: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" , What's the matter, maybe this is a place where some demons make shit, maybe after he gives an order, all the brothers here will jump out." One: "I think it should be the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave Better, here we met a girl with a bamboo basket in her hand..." All three of them were writers of horror novels, and they all worried about inspiration. Later, someone posted photos of this place and a road map in the group, and everyone was like It's just that those who write horror novels don't necessarily have the courage to get the treasure, and in the end only the three of them came here together.Cremation is now advocated, and the cemetery is managed in a standardized manner, making everything neat and tidy. Such an atmospheric cemetery is extremely rare now, and they have only seen it in movies.After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures with this cemetery, which is like a treasured place of interest.The crow flew to the top of the tree and looked at the three people coldly.It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a horror master?Crow recalled his classic works back then, and then looked at these guys in front of him. He decided to let them see what is surprise and what is terror.After the photo of the three of them was finished, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu. They were very stylish in the photo.It's just... there is always a crow posing for the camera, sometimes combing hair in the mirror, sometimes putting on lipstick, and even some powder...
I have been renting near Hailong Building in Zhongguancun, BJ for four or five years, and I myself work in Hailong Building, selling computer components.My only hobby is watching horror movies or horror novels.I think that among all the horror novels I have read, Mr. Yinong's long horror novel "Stone Buddha Town" is the best written. It kept me from sleeping on Anwen Bridge for almost a month. Everyone must read him first. (Her) neck, to see if there are marks of vampire bites there.One day, I went to the cinema to watch a horror movie at midnight.I have to say that the current horror movies are less and less scary, so I have to choose to watch them at midnight, a time that can increase the horror atmosphere.When the horror movie starts showing.Facing one horror picture after another, I can't help but want to laugh.I am a well-educated person. In order not to affect other viewers, I have always tried my best to control myself. I strangled all the laughing cells in my body before they broke out.At this time, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from my ear, I turned around and saw a charming female audience sitting in the back row of me, pointing her slender jade fingers at the screen showing a horror movie and laughing The white teeth are exposed.There are still people who feel the same way as me. Watching a horror movie feels like watching a hilarious comedy.Unexpectedly, the female audience did not stop laughing, and the whole theater was followed by a storm of laughter.I finally couldn't help but join the ranks of violent laughter. "Hahaha, hahaha..." I covered my stomach with my hands from laughing, and my stomach hurt from laughing.Countless spectators laughed and slid off their seats and rolled on the ground.Suddenly, the headlights of the theater were turned on, and the theater was bright like daytime.The laughter in the cinema stopped abruptly.I saw a person shouting sharply at the gate: "Who is laughing? The theater has long been closed, who else is going crazy here?" I looked up and found that there were only people sitting in the empty theater. Myself.
The crow streaked across the gray sky and landed on the crooked stone tablet.The weeds are thick and the mice are sneaking in and out.The crow looked coldly at the large and small bumps on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers.His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and his anger burst out.It was originally silent here, the silence of the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life.Now, there is a voice that doesn't belong here... On the stone tablet are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig's ears.Three men were sitting around, with vague shadows trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive.They chatted while drinking: [-]: "We agreed to look for inspiration here, how did you find it?" [-]: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" , What's the matter, maybe this is a place where some demons make shit, maybe after he gives an order, all the brothers here will jump out." One: "I think it should be the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave Better, here we met a girl with a bamboo basket in her hand..." All three of them were writers of horror novels, and they all worried about inspiration. Later, someone posted photos of this place and a road map in the group, and everyone was like It's just that those who write horror novels don't necessarily have the courage to get the treasure, and in the end only the three of them came here together.Cremation is now advocated, and the cemetery is managed in a standardized manner, making everything neat and tidy. Such an atmospheric cemetery is extremely rare now, and they have only seen it in movies.After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures with this cemetery, which is like a treasured place of interest.The crow flew to the top of the tree and looked at the three people coldly.It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a horror master?Crow recalled his classic works back then, and then looked at these guys in front of him. He decided to let them see what is surprise and what is terror.After the photo of the three of them was finished, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu. They were very stylish in the photo.It's just... there is always a crow posing for the camera, sometimes combing hair in the mirror, sometimes putting on lipstick, and even some powder...
What about the three ghost stories today, hahaha I hope you enjoy reading them.come on! Come on!
Time slips away little by little like this, and there is still some meaning to it.
(End of this chapter)
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