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"Humph! This time, for the sake of Xiaoxue saying that she was going to go to the mall soon, Miss Ben won't worry about you, I hope you will pay attention to ...... next time"

"Do you still want to be beaten?"

Before Murong Xiaoyue's words were finished, she felt a cold and vicious gaze, and Murong Xiaoyue looked back timidly: Ye Tianling was raising his fist at the moment, staring at himself intently, and his eyes looked very angry.

"Uh, okay, Brother Tianling, don't be angry with Sister Xiaoyue, let's go to the mall and prepare things!"

Just when the collision between the two was about to break out, Murong Yixue, who had always understood the truth, dissuaded, and between her words, she was full of smiles.

"But what if we run into those robbers and robbers like we did last time?" At this time, Murong Chenxi also felt extremely puzzled and puzzled.

"What are you worried about, isn't there such a powerful bodyguard in front of you?" Seeing this opportunity, in order not to be beaten again, Murong Xiaoyue also took the opportunity to pat Ye Tianling's ass.

"Besides, didn't a few of us come back safe and sound last time when we met so many robbers with guns? So ......"

"You think my bodyguard is a regular method, and I only use it when it's special!" After speaking, Ye Tian Ling glanced at Murong Xiaoyue, who was talking, and looked full of disdain!

"Okay, Brother Tianling, you two don't quarrel, let's go quickly!" With that, Murong Yixue took the lead out of the hall and came to the red Ferrari.

"Oops! My stomach hurts! You guys wait a minute, I'll go to the toilet first. ”

Just as Ye Tianling was about to step onto the sports car, all of a sudden, Murong Xiaoyue's painful moans came from behind him. Looking back, Murong Xiaoyue was getting up and walking towards the toilet, her expression slightly painful.

"How can women be so inkblotted and waste time!"

Ye Tianling shook his head, slightly angry. With that, he quickly pulled out a slender silver-white silver needle from his waist, got up and ran towards Murong Xiaoyue.

Suddenly, without waiting for Murong Xiaoyue and Murong Yixue, Murong Chenxi and the three of them reacted, and Murong Xiaoyue felt a strong breeze behind her, and in the breeze, it was unexpectedly mixed with the fragrance of faint sweat that should not have been in such a hot weather, which made people feel comfortable after smelling it.

After a while, the breeze suddenly stopped abruptly, but this faint fragrance could not be completely dispersed in a short time, and the fragrance rippled in the hall for a long time, intertwined with the jasmine fragrance that had already existed in the hall, gradually refreshing people's hearts, making people have an inexplicable feeling of comfort.

"Ahh

Immediately, at the moment when Murong Xiaoyue unintentionally turned her head, Ye Tianling directly swung the silver needle that had already been set up in her hand, and in an instant, she directly stabbed towards Murong Xiaoyue's lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the sudden strange feeling from her abdomen made Murong Xiaoyue turn her head to look at Ye Tianling in shock, and almost at the same time, Murong Xiaoyue, who had turned around, also screamed out of her voice because of the sudden strange feeling on Ye Tianling's face and the sudden strange feeling in her abdomen.

"You stinky rascal! What did you just do to Miss Ben! ”

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Murong Xiaoyue, who turned around, slapped Ye Tianling's right cheek fiercely, and then there was a loud "pop". Turning her hand back, Murong Xiaoyue stared at Ye Tianling viciously, rubbing her lower abdomen, which had been pierced by Ye Tianling with a silver needle just now, while scolding Ye Tianling angrily.

Obviously, Murong Xiaoyue, who has always been impatient, misunderstood Ye Tianling's intentions.

When he was stunned, he stood aside Murong Chenxi and Murong Yixue, their brains were running at a very fast speed at the moment, just thinking of thousands of ways to avoid Ye Tianling getting angry and turning around to take revenge on Murong Xiaoyue.

Although at this moment, the two of them also thought that the matter was because Ye Tianling was looking for a hooligan to "insult" Murong Xiaoyue, but in order to avoid the outbreak of this "century" war, if they can not blame Ye Tianling for the blame, they will not blame him for it.

"Humph! I helped you treat you when you had diarrhea, and now you don't thank me, forget it, and even beat me? Looks like I should keep you having diarrhea! ”

Ye Tianling rubbed the right side of his face that had been slapped by Murong Xiaoyue just now, and at the moment when he rubbed his face, the hot pain on his face just now disappeared.

"Strange, how can it stop hurting so quickly? Even the red handprints that should have been there are gone! What's wrong with me? ”

Immediately, through the light refracted by the gems of different colors inlaid on the pillars of the hall, Ye Tianling could clearly see that the handprints on his face, which might only disappear in a few days for normal people, were healing rapidly.

At this moment, in this short period of time, in the hall that was quiet enough to suffocate, Ye Tianling faintly recalled everything that had happened just now, and even everything that had happened before:

After a few seconds of reverie and recollection, Ye Tianling finally discovered that after he was in a coma last time and walked in the dream of the unknown old man's voice, no matter how much he was injured, he would heal quickly in a short time, and there would not even be a single wound. In this regard, Ye Tianling was also puzzled, and couldn't help muttering loudly.

"Brother Tianling......"

"Brother Tianling......"

"Brother Tianling......"

"Huh?"

"Brother Tianling, are you okay?"

After the "dead silence" that lasted for nearly thirty seconds in the hall, Murong Yixue and Murong Chenxi also broke free from the shock of Ye Tianling being slapped by Murong Xiaoyue just now.

Looking at Ye Tianling, who was still softly holding his right face with one hand and his face was still dull, Murong Yixue called him several times in a row.

"It's over, it's over, I slapped my hand too hard just now, and I made this stinky 'hooligan' stupid, what should I do now!"

Seeing Ye Tianling whispering without a god, and still didn't see any movement from him, Murong Xiaoyue only felt that her eyes suddenly turned black, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had lost all hope of continuing to live:

"Oh my God! I've never done anything bad in my life, why did you make me stupid today! I haven't been married yet, I've never been a woman, so I can't go to jail if I don't want to! ”

"What's more, if you go to jail, you go to jail! You can also bring me a handsome long-legged Oba! Now I'm going to jail for this worthless 'stinky rascal'! What an injustice! ”

Looking back, Murong Xiaoyue's heart kept secretly repeating these words just now in her heart, and Murong Xiaoyue couldn't understand how she couldn't figure it out: Ye Tianling, who was hit by two bullets in a row, killed dozens of robbers by himself, and even jumped from the seventeenth floor intact after being in a coma for three days without eating or drinking, how could he be slapped 'stupid' by himself like this.

PS: Tell us about the so-called "writers"

Writers like us have another unified name, called scum, the so-called scum, is the sand that is drowned in the sea of books, even if it is salvaged, it will definitely slip through the net, it is us.

Well, for us, the whole website is like an ocean, full of reefs, if you are not careful, you will hit it, and then, pounce on the bottom of the sea, or, you don't touch the reef at all, you are already on the bottom of the sea, well, most of us are the latter kind of people.

Like us, to be exact, like me, will cherish every reader's message, will be happy because of a collection that rises a day, not to mention, the 100 waves of coins (the least reward for waves, equivalent to 6 cents), that is simply happier than 100 oceans!

More often than not, we scum will have a link ready to copy beforehand, and whenever we have the opportunity, we will seize the time to post a chapter, that feeling...... Well, it's like a beggar in the corner, holding a broken bowl in his hand, and when he sees the god with a ticket, he goes up with a smile on his face......

It sounds a little sad, but this seems to be the truth, in fact, when you look at our so-called "writer" halo, we put in three or four months, or even half a year, to write three or four thousand things, and then look at the taste, look at the picking.

At that time, I will feel like a performer, more like a singer, if I am not careful, no one may pay attention to it, and when those "Bai Fumei" are taken away, we scum can only clean up the broken can, go home and continue to groom, looking forward to a contract one day......

If you are lucky and are taken away by the editor, then you have to look at your own results, stare at other people's results, and ask for support everywhere with a broken bowl, if it's good, give you a click, if it's bad, it's white-haired hospitality, if you can have a ticket, to paraphrase a sentence in "The Legend of Zhen Huan": That's excellent.

If you are lucky enough to be able to put it on the shelves, you can write more than 100,000 words every month in exchange for a manuscript fee of 400 oceans (at least 4,000 per day, note, being on the shelves is a premise), and then wear the hat of "great god", earn money selling cold powder, and the heart of selling white powder.

Our scum life, it seems to be like this, a little more than ordinary people, and a little less than the gods, living in the middle, living at the bottom, once a writer told me that if one day, a reader left a message for him, as long as there is one, even if it is a brick, he will be very happy (the result is that after writing more than 700,000 manuscripts, there are still no readers)!

We will happily take out a few hours a day to chat with other scumbags, because they are all children in poor mountainous areas, so there are always so many common languages, saying dozens of collections to envy, a dollar reward to be jealous, and then ridicule, silently clean up the mood, looking at the strange and familiar words in the novel.

However, we must say here that we know how to persevere, we will think, I have written 100,000 words, there are 100 people reading it, I am very happy, even a click, a word of cheer, is a great encouragement.

I don't know how many scum like me there are, and I don't know when the scum like us will be realized, the so-called "dog planing", but we know that we have been struggling and writing our own different youth.

"We're all in the sea, I feel like we're like sand, it's not up to anyone to decide, roam or sprint......"

Finally, I still hope that everyone will support the genuine version, don't ask for anything else, even if you don't give a reward, collect and comment on it!

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