Chapter 153 Little Red Hat

Author: Men Luo Wubi

Dance Hall · Deep Space End Gift.

After all players were taken away by the silver vortex portal, in the empty venue, in addition to the host, there were eight guests who had just arrived at the beginning.

The host nodded slightly towards them, and then turned into Xingmang fluttering, walking simply.

At the corner, the invisible players took out a variety of strange musical instruments that broke through the secular concepts, such as a distorted pipeline like a small intestine, or durian -like spine -shaped bones.

The disgusting black claws stretched out of the cloak, grasping the strangely -shaped instruments, playing the tunes that humans could not hear or understand.

"The prelude is over, the next is the positive field."

In the mirror, the woman hid her lips and laughed. Kou Danmei was bright and bright, and it seemed to reflect thousands of stars.

The colorful light balls on the column flashed regularly like breathing.

A black giant mouth was cracked on the round table, swallowing the original remaining food, and then spit out rich new food, more tricks, including flesh, metal, and even energy groups.

On the exquisite murals, the quiet carving suddenly had life, and various strange and strange things walked down calmly, and there were thousands of ceremonies in walking.

In the five -color starry sky, there are stars spreading as bridges, and they are attracted from infinity.

There are constantly setting down, and the guests in all directions are pretending to be present.

The empty dance floor was lively again in a short time. The first guests of the eight were not conspicuous, because there were too many weirds, and they looked the most normal.

The handsome humanoid creature with unicorn on the head.

Silver -white mechanical life like braised eggs.

The beautiful witch with a slender pipe in the mouth.

The white leather giant with a height of about three meters, thin arms and legs, the front of the head is a cracked colorful cross flower.

The above is just the corner of the iceberg in the guest group.

It didn't take long for the huge dance hall to gather no less than a hundred new guests, chaos without losing order.

Some of them dance in the dance floor, and some gathered together.

"Do you plan to see which player's copy?"

"Hee hee, can't you read all?"

"Of course ... but the poverty is more painful than nothing to do."

"Don't care so much about one incarnation."

"..."

The rest of the whispers gradually weakened as the copy of the copy officially opened. They laughed and set their sights on the places where they were interested.

At this moment, Wei Miao certainly did not know that the magic dance in the dance hall was dancing. After a burst of white light in front of her, she realized that she was at the familiar God overlooking the perspective.

The sunset was like blood, and the sunset sank slowly, and the afterglow was projected on the endless forest sea. The last trace of light is about to disappear on the horizon. The purple fog -like sunset is covered with a shadow.

In the forest below, a wife is leading a little girl to hike on the forest.

The wife's dress is quite fantasy. The red wide robe plus the triangular wide -eave hat, holding a dead wood cane, a white gem of the size of a pigeon egg on it, reflecting the golden sunshine.

She is old, but from a correct facial features, she must be a beauty when she was young.

The little girl wore a red velvet -stitched hood, connected to the cloak to the waist, wearing a white coat wrinkle skirt, and the beast velvet boots on the feet.

Her face is as cute as an angel. Her brown hair is woven into a pair of braids and hanging in front of her. The golden eyes are clear and wicked, and she looks like seven or eight years old.

There are few pedestrians on the road, and soon, only the pair of young and old rushed slowly.

After the last ray of light disappeared, on the other side, three months rose, and it was hung in the night sky as high as the "product" font. The moon was different.

The upper string moon at the bottom left is blue, like a pure tear drop; the lower string moon at the bottom right is golden yellow, like a holy grail.

The blood color.

The little girl suddenly stopped and looked up slightly. The bloody moon was reflected in the golden eyes.

"Little Red Hat?" Her mother noticed her strangeness and called back worried.

Xiaohong Hood was silent, but her appearance was changing thriller.

The perspective suddenly closer, and her smooth skin grows fine gray fluff, the mouth is long and long, and the white tender little hand turns into black meat claws.

ability.

She pulled off her hood and revealed a pair of standing beast ears.

Under the surprise of Wei Miao, a cute little girl turned into a young werewolf in a short period of time.

She roared in a low voice, Jin Tong stared at the old woman in front of her, leaned slightly, and put on a stance to prepare for an attack.

"Damn werewolf!" The wife murmured angrily, and a tract of pure white brilliance was radiated in the puppets in the hand to form a light whip.

Xiaohong hood leaned down and escaped the sweeping light whip. The speed of sudden outbreak made Wei Miao look at it.

If calculated by the coefficient evaluation system, Xiaohong Hood has at least 40 points at this time, which refers to physical fitness.

Little red hat leaned forward, and his wife waved his right paw.

The physical fitness of the wife seems to be not as good as the little red hat, but the complex lines on the robe are considered to be decorative, and the protective cover appears out of thin air.

Xiaohong Hood took a step back, just wanted to launch a new round of offensive, and a messy gunshot shocked a group of birds with qi forests.

In the silent forest, the sound of gunfire is extremely clear.

Wei Miao looked around, but could not see anyone in the cover of the dense forest and the darkness of the surrounding area.

Xiaohong Hood's body trembled and dumped forward. The gunshot wounds on the right chest bleed, and the beautiful white skirt was stained.

The old lady hurriedly caught the little red hat, put her gently to the ground, and after a brief chanting, a green light was projected from the staff to the wound.

Seeing that the wound was finally no longer bleeding, she tested it, her life signs were quite stable.

My wife was relieved slightly, and then drank in the dark: "Who is it?"

The two figures walked out quickly from the trail on the side, exposed to the bloody moonlight.

One is a classic hunter dress, wearing brown leather armor, a small arm with a small arm, a wide -eave round hat on the head, two white feathers, and a dagger inserted on the left waist.

His right hand holds a shotgun. It is worth mentioning that this is not a general double -tube shotgun. It is made of black metal. It is similar to the AK47 automatic rifle, but the gun body is longer, and it means it on it.

The unknown golden lines, the self -barrel to the barrel, the layers are delicate.

The other is a noble dress, wearing ink -colored upper dresses, decorated with golden hanging spikes, white scarf overlapped on the chest, a sapphire, a white shirt inside, a straight black trousers with a straight boot
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