School flower's personal ghost king

Every night, every boy's dormitory has a few sultry hearts restless.

Just after ten o'clock, Zhang Deming already sighed dozens of times, knocking the mouse from time to time, and the sound of frstbloo kept coming from the computer, accompanied by the sound of him scolding his teammates for being a rookie.

In this regard, the old horse who was updating the forum on the side with his mobile phone snickered. In fact, they all knew that Deming's commotion was not because of the depressed ot playing, but that when he went to the student restaurant for dinner tonight, Ma Xiaoling was talking to another The boys talked and laughed.

"Mengyang, what are you looking at, Xu Zhimo's poetry anthology? Nima, your hobbies are getting wider and wider!" Seeing the strange silence in the dormitory, the old horse couldn't hold back, "Ah, the sea, you all It's water, just like the sea of ​​tears in my heart!"

"Old Ma, if you have something to say, just say it, don't make a fuss here!" The speaker is interested, and the listener is also interested. Fan Mengyang didn't answer, but Zhang Deming roared. In fact, he really wanted his brothers to enlighten him at this time. If you can, by the way, make another plan.

"Have you seen "Animal World"?" Lao Ma has been waiting for this moment for a long time. When looking for food, there is a very powerful opponent, that is the hyena. Although it looks like a dog, and its running posture is not as handsome as a lion, but its agility is no less than that of a lion, and it is good at attacking and fierce. Those who help the animals to grab food, the lions must call a powerful lion group to win!"

"Damn, where is this all going!" Deming blinked his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, and then rolled his eyes at the old horse, not understanding what this guy wanted to say.

"Hey, buddy, what you mean is that that guy is a ferocious hyena, and you are an African lion. If you can't beat him, you can summon the same kind!" The old horse said, making a lion roar.

"Damn, isn't this calling you?" Deming kicked the old horse, and was very dissatisfied with the old horse's constant twists and turns.

"Biao has a trick, I don't know if Brother Deming is willing to listen!" The old horse said seriously before pacing, "As the saying goes, soldiers are expensive and fast. After the basketball game on Friday, we will hold a celebration banquet , when the time comes, invite her to come with me, beer and Sprite, and I will buy some MSG when the time comes, I guarantee it will be a matter of course!"

"That's a good idea, MSG? Buy MSG for hair?" Ma's words can be said to have reached Zhang Deming's heart. That's what he thought. If he can win again this Friday, he will hold another celebration banquet. Definitely invite her, anyway, she said that she would come to watch the game, so it was going well.

"You don't understand, just act according to my wink!" The old horse had an inscrutable expression on his face, then squinted his eyes and smiled, "Then if Mr. Wen is not here this Friday, the money for the meal..."

"Well, as long as Ma Xiaoling is here, brother will pay!" Zhang Deming was already looking through his wallet. Deming's family background is average, it can only be said that it is better than Liu Yi's family, so his monthly living expenses are just enough. .

"Don't... look at me, I only have two hundred... left this month!" Seeing Zhang Deming looking over, Fan Mengyang hurriedly covered his face with a book.

"Brother Yi..." Zhang Deming hastily cast a lewd smile at Liu Yi, Fan Mengyang was unreliable, Ma was always stingy, he could borrow 50 yuan at most, now he could only rely on Liu Yi.

"How much?" Liu Yi was browsing the web at this time.

In recent days, he has felt frequent fluctuations in his soul power, which can be calmed down by the moonlight alone. He knows that this is called a blood tide, which is the bottleneck in the process of cultivating the pure power of the blood-sucking royal family. If they are still in the kingdom, members of the royal family rely on The power of the holy land came to break through the bottleneck, but unfortunately there is no holy land here.

In addition to the holy land, there is another stupid way, that is, burning blood, which requires several bloodthirsty, but this is different from the general vampire's aimless and endless bloodthirsty, but one or two blood stimulations, and can only It is the blood of relatives that can stimulate the soul power of members of the royal family.

The relatives mentioned here do not necessarily have to be related by blood, but have a deep relationship with him, because only when he speaks to this kind of person can his blood expand and his soul power be stimulated.

Looking at the people around, it seems that Xiaoyu is the only one who can do it, but he will not hurt her easily, because after he speaks to her, his soul power will bring about a huge change in her. do not want to see.

So he searched for some chemical methods on the Internet to see if he could hand-made some blood potions to replace it. After all, the bottleneck was hard to pass, and it would be difficult for him to improve his soul power. Even if he found the Thirteen Great Families, how could he get revenge? ?

On the taskbar of the computer, two QQ dialog boxes were flashing, one was Wang Xiaoran, and the other was Mo Xiaoyu.

Wang Xiaoran has been talking about the dark horse project, rambling on and on, saying that without him, there would be no such project, and he also admires him for making the dark horse Xia Xue's attitude completely reversed, and the deposit from the dark horse has already been paid, tomorrow She will give him what he deserves.

Of course, the most important thing is the detailed work of the design. It is said that she and Ma Jianyu are at a loss. I hope he will lead the completion. We have agreed before that he is the main idea, refinement and follow-up are Ma Jianyu and the others. To do it, but Ma Jianyu and the others couldn't digest this idea at all, so they had to ask him to do it again, and Wang Xiaoran also said that this time it was Ma Jianyu himself who proposed to ask him to help lead.

Liu Yi only occasionally opened the dialog box to see what she said, and didn't answer much. He was always chatting with Mo Xiaoyu.

Even though he knew in his heart that her blood was the most able to make him break through the bottleneck quickly, but he still suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and calmly chatted with her about going home on the weekend.

Since the beginning of school, they have never been back, so the little girl is very looking forward to and excited about going home, talking endlessly, what should I bring back, books to read, gifts from grandpa, and even Discuss with Liu Yi one by one about changing clothes.

"Five hundred, Brother Yi, do you have five hundred?" Zhang Deming pondered for a long time before reporting a number. He knew that Liu Yi's family was not rich, so this number should not be too small for him!

"Oh, yes!" Liu Yi calmly opened the zipper of the backpack, took out the envelope that Gao Wenjie gave him earlier, poured out the thick wad of money inside, and then took out five and handed them to Zhang Deming. Put the other money back.

He was collecting methods for making blood medicine, and he was chatting with Xiaoyu, so when he gave Zhang Deming the money, he was not thinking about it, and everything was surprisingly indifferent.

But Zhang Deming and the others were dumbfounded, especially the old horse, who was holding a large water glass, and did not swallow a sip of water, which flowed down his chin.

"Nimma, Brother Yi is the master of the class. There are tens of thousands of oceans in this schoolbag casually!" Zhang Deming was stunned for a long time before he patted his legs and said, feeling even more regretful in his heart. Excuse me, maybe I will have a date with Ma Xiaoling after Friday.

"It's too pretentious. My buddies thought that apart from Mengyang, Brother Yi was the poorest in our dormitory. It turns out that Brother Yi is the richest!" The old horse wiped the boiled water on his chin and spit.

"Do you know what it means...the real person doesn't show his face! Let's see if you...have the courage to...see people as inferior!" Fan Mengyang was shot even while lying down, so he naturally rallied to refute.