The clouds on the coastline quickly spread inland, and the sky in Ticheng soon became overcast. Of course, this is meaningless in a room where the curtains are never opened. Instead of looking out the window, it is better to spend more time thinking about whether the mood of the parents is sunny or cloudy.
In a villa on the edge of the city, the carnival party has ended long ago. After a night of hustle and bustle, most people have exhausted all their energy and hormones. Those who should get out have already left, and the rest are just for fun. They were too much, lying on the sofa, on the floor, in the bathroom, by the swimming pool, or even floating directly on the water. They were disheveled, and some were soaked in wine and slept like dead dogs.
These are blessed people who care for themselves and go to bed when they have had enough. The host spends a lot of money and collects beautiful and handsome men from all over the city to ensure that every guest who attends the party will have a paradise-like enjoyment. ; Even the hired special service personnel can have a generous income that far exceeds the standard, which is a situation where everyone is happy.
However, no matter what kind of group we are in, there are always a few unlucky ones, such as the beautiful dealer who is so sleepy that she almost bangs her head on the gaming table, or the dealer who is also sleepy to death but still keeps smiling and trying to squeeze the shoulders of the guests. Massage girl beating her legs.
Perhaps it also includes the two professional managers at the gambling table who were just there to facilitate the game and are now almost stripped to the ground. They are even worse than the service staff around them. They drink too much, stay up too late, are too excited and too scared. Now they almost don’t even know what cards they are playing.
Fortunately, the two real bosses at the table just played their cards randomly and played in that atmosphere.
Now, one of the big guys has begun to yawn half-seriously.
This person's image at the moment was no better than that of the men and women accompanying him. He was smoking a cigarette, wearing only a pair of large pants, and there were still stains of red wine on his chest that had dried away. The most conspicuous thing is that on the forehead, next to the eyebrows, several thick and long parallel lines have been drawn with an oil-based pen, cutting across the entire forehead, as if they were forehead wrinkles drawn by the poorest painter, and there is a line of words on the top. :
I am a blood demon, I am a sand sculpture.
The majestic extraordinary blood demon, with a thought, lured the wolf into the house. Now the female wolf opposite seemed to be happy, but he was begging for help and was too embarrassed to stop, so he could only roll his eyes and continue playing.
Of course, there is always a way to hint.
"There's no end to the seaside... Nowadays, those who are engaged in research are just used to extending the front line. None of them can speak human language, as if they are afraid of not being able to scare people."
The person facing him was a woman wearing typical nightclub makeup. It felt so rich that it almost annihilated her own characteristics, and she was not much different from other female service staff in the room.
If I have to find something different, then this lady is probably the most well-dressed person inside and outside the villa. At present, he only took off his coat, showing off his shoulderless coat. The slightly curly black hair that just reaches the shoulders is slightly swaying on the white and fleshy shoulders.
At the same time, the hands belonging to the unlucky massage girl were also slowly kneading this area. The delicately maintained hands rubbed against the white and tight skin. Overall, it was quite eye-catching.
The blood demon didn't want to look too much. He glanced at the man's expression and smiled to himself: "But that's fine. With this guy as a comparison, our intuitive and visually impactful business will definitely be bigger." Make a lot of money..."
Unable to stand the absurd logic of the blood demon, the lady with heavy makeup on the other side finally spoke: "Why don't you sell magazines instead of selling poker cards? How much are you going to sell a deck of cards for?"
"Why are you discussing vice? You want to discuss Zhang!"
"Sure enough, we are still selling poker cards. You invited me to be the editor-in-chief of the magazine...Have I become the director of the printing factory now?"
"He is the deputy editor, and the editor-in-chief can only be a mere subordinate."
The blood demon was puffing away smoke while rubbing the two cards in his hand back and forth, as if to show his bright future: "We just change the form, so that this can have no value except a little bit of gossip credibility. The tattered magazine was reborn from the ashes - why, because we are a match made in heaven!"
"Tuk!"
The oil-based pen used to "pay gambling money" flew past the blood demon's ear and directly penetrated the wall behind him. Because the speed was so fast, the others didn't even notice it, and they just thought that the thing was thrown away. In the missing corner.
"I...wipe!" The blood demon instinctively wanted to be violent, but when he saw the cold glare under the thick eyeshadow of the other party, the subsequent pronunciation was blurred.
"I don't mean to take advantage of you, I just say that with the endorsement of your psychic ability, the control of my extraordinary style, and the topical poker-style list, this magazine will be the authoritative information from now on. The publishing organization wants its name to go down in history.”
"Are you tired of living in a hurry to enter history?"
The heavily made-up lady sarcastically moved her slender fingers flexibly, allowing the two cards that had formed the black jack to shuttle back and forth between her fingers: "Look at it this way, are you really planning to do something big when you buy the "Deck" magazine? I I thought you just wanted to torture these two poor guys."
The two "professional managers" who were accompanying people on the stage and were also the former managers of "Deck" magazine were almost slumped under the gaming table and almost no longer had the energy to laugh.
They were also people from the other world, with more or less reputations, but after spending a whole night with the two extraordinary beings, their bodies and minds were completely worn out.
At this moment, the blood demon looked over with a smile: "To be honest, there are some similar considerations... Do you know why, former editor-in-chief?"
The former editor replied in a daze: "We have moved to hearts."
"10 of Hearts." The blood demon corrected the details seriously, "I won't talk about the issue of you putting me in the 'Diamond' suit before, but why did you exclude me from the character card series after you switched to 'Hearts'? ? And it's behind Mullen... Are you expressing dissatisfaction?
"There are eighty or ninety extraordinary species in the world, and you are so brave enough to only choose half. You arrange seats in separate areas for everyone, adding more fat to the fat. In the end, even the seating shows such obvious discrimination. You are suffering from severe fatty liver disease." Already?
"If it weren't for Lord Blood Demon and me, regardless of reputation or reputation, coming out to turn the tide, how far would you be prepared to magnify this directional mistake?"
The exact same statement has been heard in the ears of the two "former editors" more than once, and this time it finally came to the point. The "former editor-in-chief" rolled his eyes and fell backwards, and at the same time, he turned over his old partner in a loyal manner. .
The two of them turned over the gambling table and fell unconscious.
The lady with heavy makeup still turned the cards skillfully and turned a blind eye to the situation: "Maren can enter the character card because he has the identity of the first vice president.
Blessing - but you, where did you get the courage to put yourself in the top sixteen of the extraordinary species? "
"This is just a gossip magazine. Isn't it good to have something topical?" The blood demon said confidently, "If you don't choose me, it's fine; and then you throw a law-abiding citizen like me into the 'Diamond Plate', and compete with Asia." With people like Bolan, Nick, and Coney as companions, shouldn’t they give me an explanation? Oh, by the way, there’s also Poseidon, a freak.”
The lady with heavy makeup looked at the past seriously and reminded him: "I am the 2 of Diamonds."
"2 is a good position. Potential newcomers, one version and one god, will soar into the sky at any time. It doesn't matter which suit they are. Just like the four Ace cards, aren't they also exclusive to the four leaders of the three religious groups?"
The blood demon responded with a wink: "Of course, if you really mind, that would be better. We will form the Avengers immediately and put this shit magazine..."
"Sorry, I don't step in shit."
"It's just a description. This is a career. A great cause to reshuffle the world! Think about it, you have become the deputy editor and have the power to judge the suits and numbers of the cards. Don't you want to change the position of some people?"
The blood demon completely hid the card in his hand and winked at the opposite party:
"Think about it, you must have an idea!"
"That's true. For example, the old witch does all kinds of bad things behind her back. Why is she the spiritual master in the plum blossom sequence, but I have to be juxtaposed with a deformed creature?"
"Hehe, hehe... That's right anyway!"
Mr. Blood Demon, who was obviously unlucky at the game, used his loud voice to cover up and wiped a handful of it on the thigh of the beautiful dealer next to him. When the latter made a dull and vague moan, he took it back and blew on his mouth again. :
"We just want an earth-shaking... loss!"
Two thin cards were smashed down, and there was a loud bang. On the green velvet gaming table, all the exposed and hidden cards that had been distributed, as well as the old and new cards that had been coded, were all shaken. , here comes a stir-fry...
The kind that was smashed.
"Oops, I have used up my energy... But it is this energy that has the ability to 'turn stone into gold', hahahaha!"
In the insincere reaction, the surreal scene created by the blood demon made the female dealer at the gambling table look dull and doubtful about life; it also frightened the masseuse girl on the other side, who shrank back while screaming. , but the heavily made-up lady in front of her held the back of her palm with her backhand and placed it on her shoulder.
The masseuse girl's right hand was caught and she quickly reacted: "Sorry, Ms. Mo La..."
As she said that, she tried to take her hand out, but Ms. Mo La in front of her pressed down surprisingly firmly, and she still had room for her thumb to gently rub the back of her hand.
The massage girl was a little surprised, but she was also well-informed. She immediately made the most professional choice: as if nothing had happened, she even put back her left hand that had been withdrawn, and continued her previous work. As for the nature of the subsequent work, If there is any change, it is beyond her control.
Generally speaking, she does not refuse to have something happen with the female clients she serves, as long as the money is paid - a client like Ms. Murra, who has good looks and even better skin, is simply a workplace Extra treatment.
Although, everything in front of me is a bit magical.
Why...just some?
