The Fall of the Vampire

　　 "What's the ultimate trick?" Song Yunwu was also in a hurry to go to the doctor now, looking towards Ximen with a glimmer of hope.

　　 I saw Ximenqing quickly ran to the second floor, and then came down with a red plastic bag: "Come on! Pick one yourself!"

　　 Song Yunwu leaned up to take a look, his face suddenly darkened: "Isn't this a wig!?"

　　 "That's right!" Ximen Qing nodded. A while ago, because Azhu died, she was threatened to send blades by a group of fans, so she bought some costume props. Of course, all kinds of wigs are indispensable.

　　 "Bald head is the most suitable wig," Ximen Qing said, took out a big wave to the charter wife, "Come on, try this."

　　 Song Yunwu glanced, and immediately shook his head: "No! I don't want to wear this kind of wig!"

　　 "Come on," Ximenqing kept leaning forward, "Try it and you won't get pregnant."

　　 "No, no, oh, shit!" Song Yunwu finally couldn't help but stared at Ximen Qing.

　　 Out of usual habits, Ximen Qing subconsciously became honest: "Then, then you can pick one yourself."

　　 Song Yunwu thought for a while, indeed, wigs can be regarded as an emergency measure. Better than wearing a big bald head, she is a girl after all.

Turning through Ximenqing’s bag, she finally picked a long and straight black wig. After wearing it in front of the mirror, she felt okay. Then she turned to Ximenqing and said, "That’s it, eh? What are you doing? "

　　 Song Yunwu found that Ximen Qing was completely stunned there, just like wood.

　　 "Damn! Beautiful girl, who are you!?" Ximen Qing looked at Song Yunwu who seemed to be a fairy, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken, "I should burn your instant noodles sooner!"

　　 She has always known that the charter lady is so good-looking, but she never knew she could be so good-looking. It's a pot of instant noodles and glasses at the bottom of the bottle!

　　 With this change of hairstyle, the charter lady can almost make the kind of movie where the ugly girl turns over.

　　 "Do you still dare to mention it?!" Song Yunwu squeezed his fist and said angrily, "No matter how my hair is my own, how can a wig be better than real hair!"

　　 Ximenqing looked at her and said, "Trust me, don't do any instant noodles anymore, the charter lady, you are wasting resources."

　　 Song Yunwu ignored her. That was how she missed her idol. And she didn't think there was any difference between her instant noodle head and Hei Changzhi.

　　 "Get ready quickly, take out snacks and fruits, and the guests will be here soon."

　　 "All right." Ximen Qing nodded, and was about to take Xiaoguai to prepare things.

　　 Suddenly, she stopped: "Wait, the charter lady, have we forgotten something?"

　　 "What?" Song Yunwu was adjusting her wig in front of the mirror, and said casually, "Do you think I should get some double-sided tape, or what should I do when my hair falls out?"

　　 "Compared with double-sided tape, don't you care about your brother?" Ximen Qing reminded.

　　 "Ah!" Song Yunwu seemed to remember, "Brother!"

　　 She hurriedly called Song Yunge, but she was very worried. After all, he was used by them to fish for whales, and the phone was probably flooded long ago.

　　 However, the call actually got through.

　　 "Sister, you finally remembered me."

　　 "Huh? Where are you? Why don't you call me if the phone is available?"

　　 "I just went ashore, and my phone was charged just now, but you called." Song Yunge on the other end of the phone was very resentful.

　　 "That's really a coincidence." Song Yunwu subconsciously said.

　　 These words suddenly made Song Yunge even more frustrated: "I would rather not be so coincidental!"

　　 "What's wrong?" Song Yunwu's heart was stunned, "Is it by your side..."

　　 At this moment, a woman's voice came on the phone: "Your sister called you? Good luck!"

　　 Then I heard Song Yunge's hysterical roar: "Don't come here—"

　　 Click...beep...beep...

　　 The call just stopped abruptly.

　　 Song Yunwu's heart sank.

　　 "It's over, my brother is actually with that woman."

　　 Holland had ears, and he heard the female voice on the phone all of a sudden, and his face became horrified.

　　 He leaned to Luna Jones’ ear and said a few words, the latter also changed a lot: "So what, Simon love, I suddenly thought that I would go to another family to pay a New Year's greetings, so I left first."

　　 "Aren't you a corrupt countryman? You also celebrate the Chinese New Year?" Ximen Qing asked subconsciously.

　　 But when she finished asking, Luna Jones had already slipped away with two of her men.

　　 Sophie Adjani, terrible!

　　 Ximen saw this and looked at Song Yunwu again: "Hey, the charter wife, what's the matter with you?"

　　 "What should I do?" Song Yunwu subconsciously regarded Ximen's love as the mainstay, "My brother seems to be entangled by Sophie Adjani."

　　 "Huh?" Ximenqing glared at him, then turned up white, "It's no help, wait for death, let's say goodbye."

　　 After saying that, she immediately headed up and began to pack up her clothes and shoes.

　　 "What are you doing?" Song Yunwu asked.

　　 "I'll go out for a while, so I won't be caused by that guy." Ximen Qing's voice came from the second floor.

　　 Song Yunwu's face didn't look good today: "Idiot zombie! You dare to go out of this door today, don't come back after UU reading www.uukanshu.com!"

　　 Ximen Qing poked his head from the second floor: "Isn't it, the charter wife, so unfeeling?"

　　 "If you leave me alone to face such a terrifying existence, won't your conscience hurt?" Song Yunwu complained.

　　 Ximenqing touched his cushion: "Sorry, I can't touch my conscience."

　　 "Go to death!"

　　 Being so threatened by Song Yunwu, Ximen Qing finally gave up running away.

　　 "Forget it, anyway, I'm the eight evil, who is afraid of whom?"

　　 She usually lays on the sofa and reads Weibo.

　　 Of course, it was not her cartoonist's account that was registered, but the account of Tsing Yi Yeast.

　　 "Nine Nine Eighty One" has not unexpectedly become popular. Although her number of fans at station B has reached a bottleneck, it has not risen as much as before. However, the number of Weibo fans is steadily increasing, and there are now more than 500,000.

　　 The private message is basically full every time she opens it, and she can't see it.

　　 But on the hot search charts, this song only ranks 30th. After all, it's just the self-confidence of the two-dimensional element. This song is like the second disease, but it has little effect on the outside world.

　　 In contrast, her Asian dance king video has entered the top 10, standing in the 7th place.

　　 This is the end of the year, how many celebrities want to be searched? There are all kinds of complaints about the Spring Festival Gala.

　　 can stand out in such an army, I have to say that netizens are really boring.

　　 "What is going on like this!?" Ximen was depressed, "Don't you just get drunk and do a dance? Does it need to be known to everyone?"

　　 She quickly changed her account number, and sent a Weibo with her main account: "Will you stop posting videos of me drunk?" (Protrusion 0ω0 convex)