Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

(One)

It's another year of golden autumn, the sky is so blue, and the clouds are so light.In the outskirts of the city, the frosty leaves are as red as February flowers, and the Elysian Cemetery is peaceful and peaceful.

Nalande glared at the scumbag.

The scumbag stood in front of his grave.

Eight security guards followed behind.

No no, bodyguard.Tall, majestic and majestic, the kind who don't wear sunglasses and don't go out.

Of course the scumbag can't see him.

It's not because the scumbag also wears sunglasses, but because Nalande's sex doesn't exist at all.

"Hey, the surname is An." Nalande endured for a long time, but still said unhappily, "You fucking carry sunflowers? You move two steps at a time, and you block the light to death. Come here sincerely. Is it preventing me from basking in the sun?"

As he spoke, he saw the scumbag sighing in a thousand turns, followed by the sun's westward movement, and took another step to the left.The setting sun cast a brilliant golden light around him, outlining his straight figure, with a golden halo like the Virgin Mary on his head, extremely holy and beautiful... The eight bodyguards hurriedly followed, protecting the scumbag all the time .

...No, it's watertight.

"Your uncle." Nalande's sexual desire to spit was particularly strong, and it was best to spit on the scumbag's 10 yuan soft sister coin black suit.Too bad he doesn't have this feature.He is now at best a ghost, not even a ghost.At least ghosts can show up to scare people. He doesn't even have a shape, just a mass of thoughts.Or thoughts trapped in tombstones.

There are footsteps, from far to near and then to far.Nalande shifted the focus of sexual control thoughts, and saw someone passing by.The scumbag hurriedly pulled up his stand collar, and used his black leather gloved hands to block the face that was already covered by the sunglasses, which was enough to kill hundreds of millions of girls all over the country.It wasn't until passers-by stopped in front of a tombstone on the far side that the scumbag breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hands, and said the first sentence in two hours today: "Nalan, I'm sorry..."

"Hmph." Even though he knew that the other party could not hear him, Nalande was still very interested in chatting with him. After all, it was not a day or two since he was a ghost. No one cared about the grave for many years, and he felt lonely and empty, " It's been so many years, it's really rare to hear you say I'm sorry. If you fart, let it go."

"Nalan, I'm sorry, I know you didn't like crowds when you were alive, and it's impolite to bring so many people to disturb you today and not take off your sunglasses. But... you don't know, I'm really famous now , the name 'An Dong' is so popular in the Chinese world, and my appearance is so recognizable, I can always be recognized within 3 minutes on the road. Two days ago, two fans chased me by driving. I had a car accident, and now there are so many paparazzi everywhere, hey, there are so many celebrities, I am very troubled...so I have to be fully armed and be very careful. Please understand me, I can't take off these sunglasses!"

"..." I was so angry that I was so suffocated that I really wanted to pick up the tombstone and smash this person surnamed An to death.No, no, no, smash his recognizable face first, and then smash him to death.

"Look, Nalan, I helped you realize the wish you and I had at the beginning. I am popular. The movie I starred in has the highest box office revenue in the country this year, and the Best Actor Gold Cup at the film festival next month is also set for me. I'm finally popular, much more popular than we ever imagined, and even your share. I think, it must be you who prayed and blessed me at the end of my life, so I can have today You really still..." At this point, he seemed to be jealous of people being around, paused, and vaguely said, "Me too. Nalan, thank you."

Then he touched the marble tombstone, as if stroking the body of his lover, and smiled softly from the bottom of his heart.

"...It's your sister too! You are the same as I say! I died so suddenly, where is the time to pray and bless you? Even if I have time, I will definitely race against time to curse you to die! Get out of here Stay away, don't touch me, my goosebumps are disgusting from you... huh? Oh, it doesn't touch me..." I was a little sad, and continued to growl, "God, please send a kind angel to help I took him—"

"Ah" halfway through, Nalande was stunned.Because he looked over An Dong's shoulders, passed through the gap between eight burly men closely arranged, and saw clearly that a man wearing a similar Chinese dress suddenly appeared next to a luxurious pavilion tomb 50 meters ahead of him. An extremely tall and burly man in a strange gold double-breasted gown with a black background pattern and a pure black hooded cloak of a minority ethnic group in the Southwest, at least 1.9 meters tall, if he did not wear height-enhancing shoes under the robe.That person appeared there completely out of thin air, soundless and out of thin air.The face was completely invisible under the deep brim of the hat.

It was so scary in broad daylight.If still alive, [-]% will be scared to death.Fortunately, I am a ghost, and the ghost is bold.

The first reaction was - the owner of the tomb of the pavilion cheated the corpse.

But it's not right, corpse fraud is a feudal superstition, it's too unscientific.Looking at this product, this clothing, this attire, based on a scientific analysis, it is likely that death is coming.

It's not right, the god of death is the product of devils and laomei. We in China only believe in the impermanence of black and white.According to this, it seems that Hei Wuchang doesn't wear such a minority style.Heiwuchang is the intangible cultural heritage of our great Han nation, so he must be wearing Hanfu.

Oh, I see, it's probably a ghost like him that hasn't been taken away yet.Having lived here for several years, Nalande had never felt the existence of others of his own kind before.It stands to reason that if there is one, there are two. Since he has a soul, other dead people should also have one.

But... why does Mao have a body to show himself?Why?You can't be superior to others just because they live in a single-family complex pavilion tomb. Although his Nalande townhouse is small in size and low in price, it is also dignified!

Nalande tried to move...but he couldn't move.There is no physical presence at all.

"Nalan, did you know? Qin Jin's new movie has won an award..." An Dong was still talking.Nalande disliked him blocking his line of sight, wishing he could kick him away.But he has no feet.

I saw the black-robed ghost first glanced this way, and then began to walk along the rows of nearby tombstones, reading the words on the tombstones as he walked, as if he was looking for something.Strange, obviously he was cursing while walking, using a language that Narendra had never heard before, and the volume was not low, but why didn't the nine people on Mao's side respond?Without even looking back.

Could it be...they couldn't hear at all?

Even more amazing is what comes next.The black-robed ghost walked all the way, and the clothes on his body dissipated with the wind, as if they were melted by the sun, first the outer robe, then the double-breasted gown, and even the metal ornaments on the joints, hands and feet gradually turned into gold and silver powder and dispersed in the air. It disappeared without a trace in an instant.The scene was quite dreamy.The man's snow-white body and waist-length silver hair are exposed/exposed in this way—perfectly coordinated body length ratio, strong and muscular limbs, exquisite and graceful contour lines, long hair that looks slightly bright blue under the sun, and That body organ/organ swaying every step, and the sexy buttocks/buttocks that are so upright that 90.00% of the women in the world feel ashamed... The whole body is so hot that it makes people nosebleed.As for the disappearance of the clothes, he himself seemed unaware, and he still walked forward in the dusty world, reading the tombstone intently.

What a handsome ghost, even more handsome than the European and American calcium tablet male lead.The front side, [-] degrees, is unbelievably perfect.And not wearing height increasing shoes.He was so fucking shocked that he dumped An Dong by hundreds of blocks.

Fortunately, he used to think that An Dong was the most handsome actor in China.

Narendra was dumbfounded.

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Continue to look dumbfounded.

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Damn, this guy was a model when he was alive, right?Otherwise, who would dye their hair these days, or have gray hair, and if they don't pay attention, they will kill Matt.This guy dyed his hair white not only does not kill Matt, but also has a feeling of Two-dimensional*oss domineering all-round side leakage.However, it is expected that he is not a supermodel, because in recent years, Nalande, a Chinese supermodel who has become popular both at home and abroad, has seen all of them, either in person or in photos.To be honest, they are much uglier than this one.The appearance of this guy is unforgettable for anyone who sees it, so it can be judged that he has never seen it before.

What is this world, ah, what is this world!An unknown little model can actually afford a luxurious pavilion tomb of 20 square meters, and he, dignified Nalander, is a well-known third-tier actor after all, but he can only live in this [-]-[-] In the economic tomb of square meters.

But it's hard to say, actors have the work of actors, and models have the sleeping methods of models.Who knows what background this guy had and how he made his fortune during his lifetime.There are very few so-called artists these days who rely purely on "talent" like him.No, Nalande, who relies on "talent", is only a third-tier man until his death.

An Dong was still hurting Chun Huai Qiu, chattering and making noise.Nalande turned a deaf ear and stared at the naked/man uncontrollably with all his thoughts.

I saw him frowning all the time, with a gloomy complexion, cursing every time he walked past a tombstone.Although I don't understand, but from the expression and tone of voice, it can be concluded that he must be being rude.And looks more and more impatient.It seems that the temper is quite explosive.

Nalande couldn't help but laugh.Let's see when he realizes he's naked.

The man got closer and closer... and soon came to the next door to the next door to Narendra's sex.An Dong and the bodyguards still didn't find out.It can be concluded that it is a ghost.

After reading the next door and the next door, the man came over and stopped outside the nine people. A pair of amazing ice-blue eyes looked at them with disdain, which was captivating for no reason, as if he wanted to see Nalande's sexuality. The words on the tombstone, but obviously too lazy to squeeze into the crowd, let's look up with the advantage of height, but that guy An Dong blocked the tombstone tightly again, so he stood there and cursed "*" before skipping Let's go to the next one first.

...*?English?Hey, is it a foreign ghost?

That's right, look at his skin, facial features and pupil color, he is either a foreign ghost or a half-blood.

I have to say that it is really shameful to stare at such a sexy male body from such a close distance. I am afraid that straight men should also look at it, not to mention that Nalande is not straight in nature.Just as I raised my hand to wipe the nosebleed, I suddenly realized that I had no hands, no nose, and no blood, so I had no choice but to give up, and kindly reminded: "Hey, this white-haired brother, you are gone~~"

"The conditions are really good. I will be a director in my next life. Please be my male number one and make calcium tablets. But I need to please you with unspoken rules before I will give you the top position." After finishing speaking, he continued to force X with intangible eyes. The perfect human body.I thought that he couldn't hear him anyway, so when he didn't play hooligans at this time.

Unexpectedly, the tall body froze suddenly, and then quickly turned around to look around, as if looking for the speaker.

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no?can he hear?It's embarrassing... An Dong don't move, let me hide.Of course, it's just hiding without real objects.

After all, he is invisible.

The man turned his head sharply, and cast his sharp eyes on the tombstone. For a moment, Nalande felt that he was looking into his own eyes, and he didn't shy away from it.Although he knew that he had no eyes, he still felt that there was nothing to hide.The man's appearance was too beautiful, and his expression was too cold, which made him feel terrified for no reason.

The man took a few steps towards the tombstone, slowly raised his right hand, and a golden cane appeared in his hand. The black gemstone with dark purple light on the top of the cane pointed directly at the tombstone...

"You, you, you...don't mess around, neighbors must live in harmony...I didn't see anything! I was blind and I was blind..." Nalande subconsciously said, "you fucking look back, An Take a look! There is a ghost behind you—”

The black gemstone on the head of the staff suddenly shone with purple light. The man probably wanted to use his power to shake the bodyguard and An Dong away.In the end, it was too late to perform the exercises, and when I lowered my head, I saw that my snow-white arms were actually naked/exposed.

Dazed for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, and finally saw his naked body/body that made people feel ashamed... His brows twitched, he looked up at the tombstone... and then at himself... and at the tombstone... Dare to feel He really didn't feel a trace of coolness on his body?

Blue queen, blue queen... The man disappeared with a "swish".

A series of things happened too suddenly.Nalande felt lingering fear.Looking back, his mother's surname, An, got himself drunk with the wine sacrificed to him, and was sitting on the steps holding the tombstone, crying and laughing, slurring nonsense. "Nalan, Nalan... hiccup... Nalan, I, I..."

Nalan, your sister.

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