The door opened, and the slender legs protruded from the door, and the sound of falling to the ground was crisp. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing under the street lamp, Leng Suran raised a pleasant smile, "Why are you sitting here?" Ready to die? ”

"I won't die if you die." Mo Xiaozao stood up, raised her head and stared at Leng Suran's eyes, and then she stood on the flower bed and looked down at Leng Suran.

She couldn't see her trembling legs, and her eyes widened and pretended to be the most imposing.

"I know you've been found." Leng Suran chuckled at her movements, snapped her fingers, and a paper figure appeared in the car behind her.

The paper man hugged a chair and stood behind Leng Suran.

Leng Suran bent over and sat on the chair, her eyes moving away from her, "Sister, this is the person you are looking for?" Is it worth it? ”

"You don't need to care." Anxia raised her eyebrows, took her hand and walked away.

The night wind blew the long hair of the two people, and An Xia's long hair was entangled, as if to warn Leng Suran, and he didn't want Leng Suran to get involved.

Leng Suran lowered his head, stretched out his hand and pinched the paper man beside him, "Do you think that I don't care about it now?" ”

It was as if he was speaking to himself, and as if he was speaking to someone somewhere.

But Mo Xiaozao, who was walking far, couldn't hear this at all, his palms were damp with sweat, and he staggered to follow Anxia's footsteps.

"Anxia, you and Leng Suran?" She lingered in her heart for a long time, standing in place and asking, pursing her lips.

"He's my brother." An Xia looked at her, her long hair hanging down softly on her shoulders, "But it's hard to explain to you now, you'll know later." ”

"So when the hell do you want me to know? When I die? ”

She shook off An Xia's hand, and all emotions exploded in an instant, and her beautiful eyes were full of mist, which was about to roll down at any time.

Not knowing why, she wondered why she would be killed if she wrote well.

"You don't have enough ability!" Anxia frowned at her appearance, and the sharp voice penetrated her eardrums, buzzing.

Black nails quickly grew, and his long hair danced like a demon in the night, approaching Mo Xiaozao step by step.

The body floated, and the eyes hanging in the air drooped, as if he was taking pity on Mo Xiaozao.

"Forget about that, you still have to work hard step by step."

Mo Xiaozao's eyes lost their luster, and he opened vaguely, "Okay, I will work hard step by step and achieve yours step by step." ”

Halfway through the words, Mo Xiaozao's body was stunned, and his eyes quickly lit up, "Anxia, tell me!" ”

"You!" An Xia's body was stunned, and golden patterns appeared on her body, mysteriously and nobly, surrounding her, as if she was defending something.

She stared at Mo Xiaozao, her eyes flashing with panic.

Impossible, how could it be so early to wake up?

Especially with the words just now, Mo Xiaozao would actually break free.

"What do you want to know?" The compromised opening, the body floating in the air turned into black smoke and dissipated, "I'll tell you." ”

"What the hell are you?" At first, she still believed that Anxia was a ghost, but after these few unintentional touches, she found that Anxia's hands were warm.

Moreover, she saw Anxia looking out the window in the haze of one day.

"You can be a ghost for me." Anxia didn't say exactly that she was a ghost, which happened to coincide with her thoughts.

"Why were you killed, why did you look for me?" Her voice was cold, not at all like the cowardly she used to be.

An Xia breathed a long sigh of relief, and the voice came from all around.

"I'm the same author as you, it's just that I was in an awkward position at the beginning, at the top of the new god, as long as there is an east wind, I will be the top god."

Suddenly, there was silence for a long time, with a cold feeling, "That's why I was killed in the battle for the god position." ”

The battle for the gods between the authors will not be easier than the gods in history. It's just that the things that are fighting are different, but the result is the same.

Either all eyes are on it, or it will be reduced to bones.

"It's just that I didn't have time to become a god, and I died, just one step away."

Mo Xiaozao pursed his lips, he never thought that An Xia was already in such a position, his voice trembled, and tears fell.

"But why me? Thousands of street writers, why did you choose me? Was I supposed to be killed, or was it because you came here to be killed? ”

She screamed, crouched on the ground and cried, her emotions already broken.

"You're because of yourself."

"I haven't become a god, how can this be? Anxia, do you really think I'm a fool? With tears in her eyes, she screamed into the air alone.

She couldn't see Anxia, but it was clear that Anxia was by her side.

Just around watching her cry and watching her feel uncomfortable.

"Do you know your lifespan?" Anxia's voice was slow, "If I hadn't shown up, you would have died that night, and the cause of death was a gas leak." ”

She stopped moving, and the feeling of a drowsy day was still in her mind, and she had already believed Anxia's words.

"You are not fully alive now, you are only like this because of my existence."

"That's why Mo Xi's wife will let me be with you?"

"That's why she agrees, and she'll have a chance to change her luck because I'm with you."

An Xia gathered her form little by little, stood beside her, and rubbed Mo Xiaozao's head, "Don't cry, your eyes are going to be swollen when you're crying." ”

She nodded blankly, took Anxia's hand and staggered back to the rental house.

Lying on his own quilt, Mo Xiaozao's head was chaotic, and when he opened his mobile phone, he received a message from Li Haiyang, asking how the article was, and if the number of words was enough, he would sign it inside.

She clasped her phone to the pillow, took a deep breath, and faced her pillow, "Anxia, since I am dead, how can I still be alive." ”

"Don't think about it so much." An Xia rolled up the quilt, hugged the steel helmet gently, and her expression changed slightly.

"I'm sleeping, you can rest too." She nestled in the quilt, with her back to Anxia, her head was blank, and her heart felt like she had knocked over the flavor bottle, and the five flavors of the mixed Chen were spreading.

It took a long time for her breathing to steady, and she didn't move.

Anxia hugged the steel helmet, frowned and entered the bathroom, and after closing the door, the steel helmet that was originally just a black meow turned into a girl.

The girl sat on the ground, her slender legs folded, and her turquoise eyes looked at Anxia.

Then the girl stood up, waved her hand and smashed it down on Anxia.

The slender white hand fell on the wall, and smashed five black finger holes, and the girl frowned and pulled out her fingers to turn to Anxia and fell again.

"That's enough for you." Anxia chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, she pressed it on the girl's temple.

The girl shrank quickly, and the black meow struggled in mid-air, and landed on the ground, screaming miserably.