Strange talk about rules: There are billions of horrors in this dormitory

"You didn't really ask me to maintain order in the wedding, so..."

Qiu Chen didn't finish his sentence, but Qiu Chen believed that He Mengyin could understand what he meant.

He Mengyin was a little shocked when she heard Qiu Chen's words, she is not a fool.

Qiu Chen's words have reached this point, even a fool can understand it.

But what makes He Mengyin curious is, how did Qiu Chen know?

He Mengyin stood up from her seat, turned and left, and she came to another "Chosen One".

"Do me a favor, I can let you pass the level with a high score? How about it?"

Gangcun Jiu'er glanced at He Mengyin and then at Qiuchen.

Although the conversation between He Mengyin and Qiu Chen, Gangcun Jiu'er did not hear it.

But from the expressions of He Mengyin and Qiu Chen, Gangcun Jiu'er could also guess that the communication between Qiu Chen and He Mengyin was not very pleasant.

That's why He Mengyin found her and wanted to cooperate with her?

Although He Mengyin's opportunity to find a partner is not in particular order, Gangcun Jiu'er still feels a little uncomfortable. After all, no one wants to be "inferior".

Fortunately, Qiu Chen did not accept He Mengyin's cooperation.

"I promise you." Gangcun Jiu'er looked at He Mengyin and said.

He Mengyin laughed and said, "I haven't asked you to help me."

"No matter what it is, I can help you." Gangcun Jiu'er said with a pouted mouth.

What Qiuchen doesn't want to do, I, Gangcun Jiu'er, will do it for you, and I can do it better than Qiuchen.

"Okay!" He Mengyin handed Gangcun Jiu'er a weapon, "At eight o'clock in the evening, see you on the third floor of the hotel."

"You can kill whoever you find causing trouble, including you outsiders."

Daxia's highest meeting room.

"Dean, just now there was news from Mao Ziguo that the communication between us and the world of strange stories has been cut off."

"That is to say, we have no way to remind Qiuchen of information."

"Have you found out why?"

"The news from the free country is that the world of ghost stories has been disturbed by unknown factors."

"It's not a big problem not to prompt the opportunity this time, but I'm afraid there will be no reminder opportunity next time."

"If only we could establish our own power in the world of ghost stories."

"Maybe it's possible. The relationship between Qiu Chen and that Su Liu seems to be quite good..."

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself, and it is better to do what you think."

Chapter 119 Haolai Corpse Hotel—Confidence is the pinnacle

After eating enough, Qiu Chen took the elevator in the middle and returned to his room.

Qiu Chen looked at Qian Jing who was still lying on the bed and said, "Sister Qian Jing, what are you eating?"

"I just need to drink some water." Qian Jing paused for a moment and continued: "Qiu Chen, I'm leaving tonight, remember to take care of yourself."

Qian Jing felt that her words were somewhat ambiguous, and after thinking about it, Qian Jing added another sentence.

"Well... this is what Su Liu asked me to tell you."

Qiu Chen nodded without thinking too much, "By the way, Sister Qianjing, you can accompany me to the third floor of the hotel at eight o'clock tonight."

Even if Su Liu is so strong, Sister Qianjing is definitely not far behind.

"it is good!"

This time it was Qiu Chen's turn to be stunned. Sister Qian Jing didn't need to ask why she was going to the third floor of the hotel?

To be honest, Qiu Chen was still a little moved when she heard Qian Jing's affirmative answer. This feeling of being trusted is really good.

If it were Su Liu, Qiu Chen might not have this feeling.

It's not that Qiu Chen values ​​sex over friends, but because the relationship between Qiu Chen and Su Liu is so good, Qiu Chen doesn't even feel moved by what Su Liu does for Qiu Chen.

This may be the legendary "big data killing". (The more familiar the person, the more...)

As for Sister Qianjing, to be honest, Qiu Chen hadn't talked to Sister Qianjing much before.

……

Te Meipu, who was still in the room at this time, was yelling curses.

"Fack, what the hell is this gold thief doing?"

"Although you cheated me, you can't stop giving me food, can't you?"

"You use this to test the cadres?"

Te Wupu waited for a long time but still couldn't wait for the meal from the gold thief, so helplessly Te Wupu had to go to the restaurant to buy food by himself.

Although Temopu has never calculated the time of the clock on the elevator, Temopu knows that there is a difference of at most 24 minutes in a 48-hour day.

At this point in time, as long as it is not too late, you can choose the elevator in the middle without thinking.

Unexpectedly, he came to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, ate something casually and returned to the elevator. He didn't want to stay in the restaurant for too long.Because he felt that the restaurant of the hotel was an ominous place.

When Te Mipu clicked on the floor number on the elevator, he slipped his hand and accidentally clicked on the button for the fourth floor.

Special cursed in a low voice, and clicked the button on the fifth floor.

When the elevator reached the fourth floor of the hotel, the elevator door opened slowly, and I was attracted by the colorful light at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

Although the hotel rules do not mention the rules about the fourth and third floors of the hotel.But I didn't dare to explore the fourth floor of the hotel easily.

In this world of strange stories, what I really don't think about is actually very simple, just to grow up.

He only hopes that when the "chosen ones" clear the customs and leave, they can take him with them.

If it doesn't work, I can only pray that the country will remind itself of the important information about the world of strange stories after customs clearance.

At this time, Te Meipu suddenly found that the elevator door seemed to be unable to close.No matter which button Trump clicked inside the elevator, the elevator doors just wouldn't close.

If the elevator door cannot be closed, the elevator cannot move.

If there is no accident, it seems that Te Meipu is trapped on the fourth floor of the hotel.

Now even if he didn't want to explore the fourth floor of the hotel, there was nothing he could do. He was stuck here and had no choice but to move forward.

Soon, I came to the bar on the fourth floor of the hotel, and saw the new rules at the entrance of the bar.

Te Mipu walked into the bar with a rough mood.

In the bar, I saw a lot of "chosen ones", and his hanging heart finally let go.

Since there are so many "chosen ones" here, it proves that this bar is probably safe, at least for now.

Te Mopu came to the front desk of the bar. The bartender at the front desk looked at Te Mopu and asked, "Hello, sir, what do you need?"

"Let's have a cup of 'hardship and happiness'. "

I don't know if this bartender can make the glass of "suffering and sweet" wine.

But there is only one kind of drink that I don't like that I like.

The bitterness of this glass of wine is sublimated in the last drop.

The last drop of sweet taste in the wine makes the previous bitterness disappear.

It can also be interpreted as letting you taste the sweetness left after the bitterness.

For Te Meipu, life is both bitter and sweet.

"Okay sir, wait a moment."

For the bartenders in the world of ghost stories, there is no drink that they cannot make.

After a while, the bartender pushed the prepared drink in front of Te Meipu.

"Sir, what you want is "hardship and happiness". "

Te Mipu took a sip from his wine glass and nodded slightly. This was the bitterness he wanted.

Until Te Mopu took the last sip, he didn't taste that sweet feeling.

"Where's Gan?" Te Momo looked at the bartender and asked suspiciously.

"Liver? Careful liver?"

"I mean, the 'sweetness' that comes after suffering. "

"Oh, I didn't make it out."

The bartender didn't have any embarrassment. If it was made, it was made, and if it wasn't made, it was not made.

You can't say that you made a mistake, can you?

It's a bit speechless. It's true that the bartenders in the ghost talk world are not as good as the real world.

But at this time the bartender's expression was a bit intriguing.

I'm going to find a few "chosen ones" to exchange the current information.

But it didn't take long before Te Mipu discovered that these "chosen ones" seemed to be drunk.

But not the kind of ordinary drunk, but the kind of drunk without the slightest consciousness.

Now you hold a knife to their necks, they may not realize the seriousness of the matter.

At this time, he also felt a little dizzy, and he felt a little bit in his heart. The "hard work and sweetness" he drank was a cocktail, so there was no such thing as getting drunk.

Just then, he saw what seemed to be a little girl in front of him.

In Te Wupu's eyes, that little girl is not an ordinary little girl, but a "Reincarnation Angel", or "God".

Te Meipu bit his tongue hard, the stimulation of the bloody smell made Te Meipu's brain a little clear.

But for some reason, in the eyes of Te Wupu, the little girl is still in the form of an "angel".

The little girl also noticed Te Mopu, and she walked towards Te Mopu slowly.

"You help me snatch the marriage, and I help you pass the customs."

"it is good!"

I don't know why I agreed to the little girl's request.But the little girl's voice is as irresistible as the voice of the "angel of reincarnation".

It's really unreasonable, subconsciously, I don't want to or dare not refuse this little girl.

"At eight o'clock tonight, see you on the third floor of the restaurant."

The little girl disappeared after saying this to Te Mopu, and Te Mopu returned to normal at this time.

Te Mopu looked around, although he was dizzy, Te Mopu knew better than anyone else what happened just now.

At this time, Temeipu found that the "chosen ones" around him still hadn't returned to normal.

Trump has a bold guess, why can only he see the little girl?

Because this ghost story world may be specially designed for the free country.It's like some ghost stories are specially designed for Qiuchen in Daxia.

In the past, Te Mipu really hated such a person, but unexpectedly, Te Mipu himself became such a person again.

Sure enough, the dragon slayer eventually became a dragon.

People will eventually live as they hate.

Te Mopu is very grateful for the elevator now, if it wasn't for the elevator malfunctioning, Te Mopu wouldn't be able to get this crucial information at all.

As for the rules of the bar, the hotel only has adults, and there is no such rule as underage girls.

I haven't forgotten the special point. The main reason is that you are special to others. You can't think that you are the wrong party, right?

And this is not a classroom answer in school, but that among the many "chosen ones", only Te Meipu is sober.

At this time, do you choose to believe in yourself, or choose to believe in those dizzy "chosen ones"?

All I can say is, confidence is the pinnacle.

If you don't believe in yourself, no one else can believe in you.