The Fall of the Vampire

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

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

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

"That's right!" Ximenqing nodded. A while ago, because of A'Zhu's death, she was threatened by a group of fans to send blades. She was a little timid and bought some disguise props. Of course, all kinds of wigs are indispensable.

"A bald head is the most suitable for a wig," Ximen Qing said, taking out a big wave to the charterer, "Come on, try this."

Song Yunwu took a look and immediately shook her head: "No! I don't want to wear this kind of wig!"

"Come on, come on," Ximen Qing leaned forward, "Try it and you won't get pregnant."

"No, no need, oh, shit!" Song Yunwu finally couldn't help it, and glared at Ximen Qing.

Out of her usual habit, Ximen Qing subconsciously said honestly: "Then, then you choose one yourself."

Song Yunwu thought about it, indeed, a wig can be regarded as an emergency measure. It's better than having a big bald head, she's a girl after all.

After rummaging through Ximen Qing's bag, she finally picked out a long black wig. After putting it on in front of the mirror, she thought it was okay, so she turned to Ximen Qing and said, "That's it, huh? What are you doing? "

Song Yunwu found that Ximen Qing stood there in a daze, like a piece of wood.

"Damn it! Who are you, beauty!?" Ximen Qing looked at Song Yunwu who seemed to be a fairy, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken, "I should have burned your instant noodle head earlier!"

She has always known that the charter woman is good-looking, but she never knew that she could be so good-looking. They are all made of instant noodles and glasses at the bottom of the bottle!

With this change of hairstyle, the charter woman can almost go to film that kind of ugly girl turn over movie.

"How dare you mention it?!" Song Yunwu clenched her fists and said angrily, "No matter how much my hair is, it is my own. How can a wig be better than real hair!"

Ximenqing looked at her and said, "Trust me, don't make instant noodles anymore, charterer, you are wasting resources."

Song Yunwu just ignored her, but she missed her idol, how could she just change it. And she didn't think there was any difference between her instant noodle head and Hei Changzhi.

"Hurry up and get ready, bring out snacks and fruits, and the guests will arrive soon."

"Okay." Ximenqing nodded, and was about to take Xiaoguai to prepare things.

Suddenly, she stopped: "Wait, renter, did we forget something?"

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

"Compared to double-sided tape, don't you care about your younger brother?" Ximenqing reminded.

"Ah!" Song Yunwu seemed to have just remembered, "Brother!"

She quickly called Song Yunge, but she was very worried. After all, he was used by them to fish for whales, and the phone must have been flooded.

However, the phone actually got through.

"Sister, you finally think of me."

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

"I had just landed, and my phone had just been charged, but you called." Song Yunge on the other end of the phone was very resentful.

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

As a result, these words made Song Yunge even more frustrated: "I would rather not be such a coincidence!"

"What's wrong?" Song Yunwu's heart trembled, "Could it be that beside you..."

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the phone: "Your sister called you? You're lucky!"

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

Click...beep...beep...

The phone call just stopped.

Song Yunwu's heart sank.

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

Huo Lan's ears were sharp, and he heard the female voice on the phone all at once, and his face became horrified.

He leaned close to Luna Jones' ear and said a few words, and the latter's face changed drastically: "Then what, Ximenqing, I suddenly thought that I would go to another family to pay New Year's greetings, so I left first."

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

But by the time she finished asking, Luna Jones had slipped away with two of her men.

Sophie Adjani, scary as hell!

Seeing this, Ximenqing looked at Song Yunwu again: "Hey, charterer, what's wrong with you?"

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

"Huh?" Ximen Qing stared at each other, then turned her head upwards, "It's hopeless, wait for death, and leave."

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

"What are you doing?" Song Yunwu asked.

"I'll go out to avoid it first, so as not to be troubled by that guy." Ximen Qing's voice came from the second floor.

Song Yunwu's expression was not good today: "Idiot zombie! If you dare to go out of this door today, don't come back in the future!"

Ximen Qing poked her head out from the second floor: "Isn't it true that the charterer is so unfeeling?"

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

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

"Go to hell!"

Being threatened by Song Yunwu, Ximen Qing finally gave up and ran away.

"Forget it, anyway, I am also the eight evils, who is afraid of whom?"

She was like a salty fish lying on the sofa and checking Weibo.

Of course, it wasn't her cartoonist's account that was registered, but Qingyi Yeast's account.

"Nine Nine Eighty-One" became popular without accident. 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 has been increasing steadily, and it has reached more than 500,000 by now.

The private message is basically full every time I open it, and she can't even read it.

But on the hot search list, this song only ranked 30th. After all, it's just a two-dimensional self-promotion. This song is liked by the second disease, but it doesn't have much impact on the outside world.

In contrast, her Asian King of Dance video entered the top 10, standing at No. 7.

This is the end of the year, how many celebrities want to be on the trending searches? There are also various complaints about the Spring Festival Gala.

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

"What are you doing up here!?" Ximen Qing was depressed, "Why don't you just get drunk and dance? Is it necessary to make everyone know about it?"

She quickly changed her account, and used her main account to post a Weibo: "Can you stop posting videos of me getting drunk?" (convex0ω0convex)