Book of Gods and Demons

The heavy door opened, and the shaft of the door made a crisp sound of mechanical gears rubbing.

With his head held high, Joe walked into the Mask Cat Club in a stride vigorously.

The first second he stepped into the masked cat, Joe was shocked. What was'Wow' was a weird cry. He jumped backwards and almost hit the two brothers Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo who were following him. .

The brothers reacted extremely quickly. Lan Mujin shook his body, took two steps back, shaking his hands, and a little blue cold light flickered between his fingers.

Lan Kikyo even hit the wall directly, and his body melted into the darkness. There was an inexplicable chill in the surrounding air.

Then Lan Mujin's mouth twitched.

In the air, faintly scolded by Lan Kikyo.

Just behind the gate of the Mask Cat Club, at the end of the short corridor, there is a huge flower pot. In the flowerpots, there are piles of colorful and ambiguous atmosphere, made of various light yarns and silks, which are quite interesting for women's clothing.

In the flowerpot was a small square stool without a backrest, and a young man with a handsome face and slightly curly hair, facing the door, sat quietly on the small square stool. He put one hand on his thigh, the other hand was on his knees, his fist gently propped his chin, his eyes were blurred and deep, and he put on a statue like a ‘Thinker’.

The problem is not that this young man is sitting in a flower pot.

The problem is that the young man sitting in the flowerpot is as clean as a newborn baby, without even a trace of human woven objects on his body.

The only decoration on his body is a laurel crown woven with silver laurel branches on his head.

Qiao never dreamed that when he first stepped into the Mask Cat Club, he would actually see such a clean young man-he felt that his eyes were going to be blind!

"Liya is right. Good boys can't get close to the Mask Cat Club!" Qiao turned back and asked Lan Mujin: "I seem to remember that in the "Imperial Law and Order", there is an item of'harm to social morals'? I remember correctly, right? In my law class, I got a perfect score of 100, and my original score is still 23 points!"

Lan Mujin's face twitched, he took a deep look at Qiao, and said in a deep voice: "There is indeed,'harm to social morals', not one, but a large number of corresponding legal provisions, listing 108 An indecent behavior harmful to social morals."

"Arrest him!" Joe pointed fiercely at the young man in the flowerpot.

Following Joe to the Masked Cat Club, Billy, who thought he could ‘open his eyes’, rushed up with a few chubby police officers angrily. They dragged the young man out of the flowerpot, and violently dragged him out.

"Asshole...Mom, my eyes!" Several chubby policemen murmured angrily. They felt the same way as Joe, and felt that their eyes were greatly insulted.

The handsome, tall young man poses as a martyred on the cross, letting Billy and the others drag themselves to the door. When passing by Joe, the young man asked abruptly: "Are you lonely? Are you empty? Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you know the truth of this world?"

Qiao's face twitched, he waved his hand vigorously, and whispered to Lan Mujin: "This guy, is this a lunatic?"

Lan Mujin's face twitched, and the poisoned needles quietly disappeared between his fingers.

On the battlefield of the Great Plains of Lulai, he encountered many Lucian enemies who were intrepid and madness. He experienced countless life and death battles, birth and death countless times.

But for the first time he encountered this kind of weird thing...this kind of thing overturned his already formed outlook on the world and life, and he couldn't answer Joe's questions.

The young man yelled and answered Joe’s question: "I am not a madman, a stupid human, an ignorant creature, I am a wise philosopher... philosopher... Ah, you are the police? Tyranny, tyranny!"

"I am free, I am free, my soul is free, and my body is free... What are you doing? What are you doing? Let go of me, let me go, you idiots, you ruined my contemplation ..."

"You are committing a crime, you are committing a crime... The result of my thoughts is of infinite value to humans and the world..."

Billy took out a handkerchief that hadn't been washed for at least a month, and put it into the young man's mouth.

The youth was dragged out of the door, and the door was closed with a ‘boom’.

Joe shook his head, backed his hands, sighed, looked around, and then cautiously walked forward step by step.

The short corridor, the walls on both sides are pasted with the oak retaining wall, with fine needles on it, nearly a thousand photos, large and small, are fixed.

Qiao blew a whistle, the camera, and the photos. These are new things. Few people in Tulum Harbor have had the experience of taking pictures. But in the Mask Cat Club, obviously this kind of novelty is not unusual for a long time.

The light in the corridor is dim, and Joe's eyesight becomes excellent in the dimness.

In those photos, handsome men and beauties gathered together, posing in all kinds of weird poses... Some photos, purely unsuitable for children, were left in the corridors where they entered and exited so grandly, and people passing by were easily visible. .

"It's funny." Joe muttered to himself.

Lan Kikyo emerged from the darkness, shaking his brows, cautiously, and followed Joe onward.

Both brothers have ordinary expressions. They seem to be abrupt. From the wild wilderness, they inexplicably enter the extremely prosperous human downtown. A little overwhelmed, a little too nervous, they followed behind Joe, the muscles near the spine were slightly tightened, and they were ready to fight and kill at any time.

"Relax, relax." Joe felt the faint scarlet evil flowing from the brothers, and he hurriedly comforted the brothers: "It's just a place similar to a pink mermaid, but it's just a money-making fun... ...I do it!"

A few short steps of the tunnel came to an end, and then Joe subconsciously swore a wonderful foul language.

At the end of the corridor is an oval square almost the size of an acre.

The oval square is slightly shorter than the corridor a dozen feet, and you have to pass a downward staircase to formally step into this small square.

On the left and right sides of Qiao, around the oval square, there are semi-open private rooms with extravagant decoration. Each private room is hung with a bead curtain made of thin pearls, and the shadows of various colors are clearly visible.

And in the middle of this square, on a round platform that is flush with the tunnel, dozens of people are wearing...oh, no...it are dozens of tall and hot girls wearing a few thin strips of gold and silver cloth. , Was shaking his thigh crazily holding hands.

They were wearing shiny high-heeled boots, and their bodies were covered with shiny sweat. Their slender and powerful legs flicked vigorously, and their thin high-heels trampled on the round table, making a crisp sound of'pop'.

Their makeup...their makeup is very coquettish, with heavy golden and silver eye shadows, red lips as if they had just drunk human blood, and eyebrows dyed in green, red, blue, and white, and the upper cheeks look like The fine lines and shadows like witchcraft runes.

Such makeup makes these girls like the legendary witches of hell, full of strange and powerful allure.

They wear gorgeous crowns on their heads.

Made from the tail feathers of precious birds such as birds of paradise and bird of paradise, they are seven or eight feet tall, taller than these girls themselves. The fluffy and fluffy feathers of a large feather fan dance on top of their heads, shining with gorgeous light, and set off They are fascinating and evil, and their young and beautiful bodies are like whirlpools, which deeply attracted countless articles.

Under this round stage, hundreds of men and women, with their'simple' clothes and full of'primitive''wild fun', are holding hands, forming more than a dozen concentric circles, running around the round stage like a madman and howling fast. call.

Joe, Lan Hibiscus, Lan Kikyo, and Yaya Peter who followed up, staring dullly at the'wild impulse' coming towards their faces, all of them tensed, unable to speak for a long time. Come.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar over Joe's head, which made Joe so scared that he almost rushed and punched with all his strength.

Just above the side of the tunnel, outside the guardrail on the second floor, under a steel beam that was more than ten feet long, hung a huge bird cage.

A shirtless young man wearing aristocratic tights, barefoot, with a handsome face, a sad and melancholy expression, stood in the bird cage, holding a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

The young man's eyes were frenzied, and after a hoarse roar, he jumped wildly in the birdcage, shouting loudly.

‘Ah~www.ltnovel.com~My Margarita...’

"You are my heart, you are my liver..."

‘You are the incarnation of Muteste in the world, I am obsessed with every gentle breath of yours...’

‘Ah, my Margaret, I am willing to die for you... I can die for you... I can die for you now...’

"Is this another lunatic?" Joe turned around blankly and asked the two brothers Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo.

The two brothers shrank their heads and dared not say anything, just like quail frightened by thunder, their muscles tightened.

This kind of **** occasion is really not suitable for them... They would rather carry battle swords and swords, and embroider each other on the battlefield with the enemy, you and me. They are absolutely unwilling to stand here and feel this. The turbid atmosphere of smoke and miasma.

The air here is filled with rich fragrance.

This kind of smell, for the brothers, is not as good as the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield!

A waiter who was wearing a light gauze and bare his body was born handsome and strong. The skin under the gauze was smeared with olive oil, which caused his whole body to shine and hold a huge tray filled with various concoctions. Drifting erraticly in front of Joe.

He happened to hear Joe's question, and the handsome and robust waiter stopped and gave Joe a very greasy smile.

"This burly and strong lord, he is not a lunatic, he is a respected playwright..."

"It's the first time I saw you... It's definitely the first time I saw you, otherwise I won't forget your appearance as a tall and mighty gentleman like you."

"Welcome to the Mask Cat Club, where everything is free... You can, have fun!"

The waiter cast a wink at Joe, then twisted his waist slightly, and swayed away.

Joe shivered subconsciously and violently.