ATM becomes human

In the evening, Sister Jiaojiao temporarily took Ai Timeng to the "Crescent Moon" production team's party, this time the party was held in a club in the center of the city.

This club is a membership system, and only members and guests invited by members can enter. Ai Timeng and Sister Jiaojiao followed a waiter who led the way until they reached the door of a box, which was pasted with "地一".

The waiter knocked on the door and waited for the people inside to respond before opening the door gently.

As soon as Ai Timeng entered, he saw Fu Kong who was sitting in the middle of the crowd rolled his eyes at him, turned his head to the side with disdain, raised his glass to the person next to him, and said, "Some people, just I'm afraid that he can only rely on others to enter the Dizifang for the rest of his life, hey, if he relies on himself, Huangzifang will not let him in."

Fu Kong laughed suddenly, as if he had said something wrong, and patted himself on the mouth lightly, "What am I talking about, how can a person who can't even enter the gate of the clubhouse have a chance to enter the clubhouse Come in the room, I'm afraid I'm drunk and confused."

The dog leg next to him hurriedly responded, "You are right, if it weren't for you this time, how would we have the opportunity to come to Dizifang! Tiandixuanhuang, apart from Tianzifang, Dizifang is the most difficult place to get membership."

Ai Timeng asked the waiter curiously, "Is it difficult? How can I become a member of Tianzifang?"

The waiter was neither humble nor overbearing, "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to increase your wealth with your temporary social status."

Fu Kong didn't pay attention to what happened at Aitimeng's side. He looked as if you could talk, took a sip of wine, and said to the dog, "There seems to be a third male in "Crescent Moon", which happens to be Change your male sixth."

Gou Zuizi blushed with excitement, but he was a little embarrassed, "Can he agree to the screenwriter Xia Qi?"

Fu Kong glanced at the dog's leg, "How dare he disagree! Who is the investor? My dad! If he disagrees, let him go and see who is willing to accept his script!"

Suddenly a leisurely voice came from the corner, "Who are you telling to get out?"

"I'm telling you to get the hell out!" Fu Kong yelled at him without even thinking about it.

A person's figure gradually appeared in the corner. The tall person was tall and thin, and his clothes were empty. His long bangs covered his eyes, and only his pale face was revealed. He was a little panicked. With a light hook, the tone rose, "Oh?"

Everyone in Fu Kong was terrified, and retreated to the sofa irrevocably, "You you you! When did you come here? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Am I a ghost?" The man touched his pale cheeks, revealing his long nails, with red stains on them, as if he had just cut the throat of food with his nails, "I'm afraid? "

He stepped forward.

"Ah! Suck, vampire!" Everyone around Fu Kong fled away, leaving only Fu Kong who was held down and unable to move.

"You, you don't want to come here, my blood is not good, it is contaminated by tobacco and alcohol." Fu Kong struggled to break free, but he couldn't.

"Crack! A loud closing sound awakened Fu Kong from his fear. He pointed to Aiti Meng at the door and said, "H-His blood is delicious, drink his!"

The man gently scraped the sharp canine teeth with his tongue, and sniffed hard near Fu Kong's neck, his voice was obsessed and uncontrollable, "I'm so hungry!"

Fu Kong didn't dare to move, he felt the distance between the opponent's teeth, and the sound of the opponent's saliva swallowing hungrily echoed in his ears, as if he was about to bite on it the next moment.

"It's a pity, I've been a vegetarian recently." The man blew into Fu Kong's ear, straightened up, and let him go.

Fu Kong looked at the other party with a face of shock, huddled in a ball and dared not speak.

"Pfft!" The man chuckled suddenly, "I'm so scared, didn't you tell me to get out?"

The man lifted his bangs, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, looked at the other party with a half-smile, and spit out a few words, "I! No! Agreed! Agreed!"

"Including you!" The man pointed his sword at Fu Kong. "You are not worthy of my hero, even if he is stupid, stupid and brainless!"

The author has something to say:

Why did the stupid, stupid and brain-dead male protagonist write? I don’t know, I don’t know what happened to the screenwriter in the small web article I wrote, maybe the screenwriter in the web article went crazy for a while, yes, it’s so!

Today is a little short, Wawa can't lift a little bit, and needs to be hugged and held high to be good.