"Can a ghost form a demon after death?" She was surprised by Jinzi's explanation, she never thought that there would be such a monster, but if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising, cabbage can become essence, and it is not impossible for resentment to form a demon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After all, I've read so many novels, and many of the demons in the novels are formed like this.

"Yes, people don't know when they become ghosts after death, and when they know, they will spit out the last breath of vitality, which is also mixed with ghost gas and all emotions, I am resentment, carrying her resentment when I am spit out, I want to know why she is disliked."

The words sent to her by Jin Zi were very long, and she could feel the sad breath even through the screen, the quilt wrapped around her body was not close to her body because of her movements, and the miserable little white face taken by the mobile phone stared at the screen, "It's late, you tell me the story tomorrow, I'll record it, and now I'm going to sleep." ”

Mo Xiaozao didn't wait for Jinzi's reply before retreating from the demons, wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, and fell asleep deeply.

When she woke up, it was already dawn, and her body had indescribable fatigue after sleeping, turning over and staring at the roof of the shed, it seemed that she had slept for three nights since she went to the demon clan, and her body, which had not adjusted the time, burst out with all the exhaustion.

It's really uncomfortable.

She sighed in her heart, closed her eyes and looked at the magic pen in her mind, and the magic pen quietly swirled in her mind, and the golden light illuminated most of the space in her mind, half of which was half of Anxia's ghostly energy.

Bathed in the golden light, the tiredness of the body is removed, and I can't help but want to worship it, feeling that it should be worshipped.

Mo Xiaozao continued to feel that she was close to the magic pen in her heart, although she had a great feeling telling her to worship the magic pen, but from somewhere in her heart, there seemed to be a voice that kept telling her that she couldn't worship the magic pen, and also told her that the magic pen was too powerful.

Holding the magic pen in her hand, the warm feeling flowed from her hand to her body, and she let out a soft sigh of comfort.

When she left her mind, she took her phone and glanced at the time, at ten and four o'clock, she entered a trace of ghost qi into the group of demons and danced, and the golden dialog box quickly popped open, one by one occupying her screen.

From the top down, you can see that Kaneko is telling her own story, which is very rough one thing after another, but it is not finished yet.

She flipped the conversation to the top, looking at the last sentence she sent to Jin Zi yesterday and returning the demons Flurry, followed by Jin Zi's reply, "You go to sleep, wake up and take a look at these words, as for what stories you want to tell me, I can also go and see other people's evaluations and clear whose fault it is." ”

Mo Xiaozao doesn't care whose fault it is, she just wants to see what kind of story this story is and whether it can be used as her theme.

As for reading the ten Mo Xiaozao, I really don't agree with the things that Jin Zi narrates, it's obviously a very simple thing, and I was forced to be roughly said by Jinzi, and I have renovated and added some things under the rough, and the ten articles have not explained one thing.

Roughly counting down, there were more than a hundred messages, each of which occupied more than two lines, but there was nothing to take at all, but fortunately, she understood how many things were described, and what each thing was.

The first thing is to say that Kaneko liked someone when she was in elementary school, a person who transferred to another school, like a boy in a youth idol drama, handsome, with good grades, and was named school grass when she arrived, and was her best friend's tablemate.

The second is that she was isolated by her classmates because of her good grades, and she was independent of a whole middle school, in which she also witnessed many bullying, insults, and other more serious things.

The third is talking about her high school, she was betrayed by her closest best friend, almost *** and then cut off her best friend for many years, and she also set a lot of rules for herself.

Mo Xiaozao had already turned to the bottom when he saw this, and the news was sent out after a while, obviously Jin Zi was thinking about the things at that time, and it was also difficult for Jinzi, they all died I don't know how long, and I still remember these things out of resentment.

"I want to interrupt you, your narrative is not detailed enough at all, I can't find what kind of story it is, can I ask you for an answer?" Send this message to Jinzi, and look at the time on your phone, thirteen minutes have passed.

She has been reading these messages that have been saved overnight for the past thirteen minutes, and she has only extracted three things, and she is only aware of this matter, and she doesn't know anything about it.

"Yes, what do you want to ask?" The other party is typing and disappears, and this sentence is issued after reappearing.

"Can you tell us how you met each other in your first story, and how did they meet you? Or have you been in contact with each other? She typed out her own inquiry, and it was clear that these directly determined whether she could actually use this in the text.

After all, this is originally a stalk that is used in many texts, and ordinary stories can't be innovative and brilliant at all, and they can't attract anyone to watch.

Jin Zi answered her question very seriously, the other party knew her, although she was not familiar with her, she had spoken a few times, and she had only been in contact with her a few times, all because of her best friend, she liked each other very idolly, but she suddenly only saw that person in the crowd, and she liked it with a handsome dazzling eye.

As for the rest, there really isn't, only she peeks at each other in the window every day, she knows that the other party is with her classmates, and she knows that the person in junior high school went out and had a relationship with someone else.

Mo Xiaozao suddenly laughed when he listened, Jin Zi was really sad, and he dreamed of drawing himself into another person's world like this, but he was secretly deceiving himself.

This kind of person is pitiful, but also really hateful, weaving a dream story for herself, and pressing everyone into a specific position according to her ideas.

"What do you think this looks like when written?" Interrupting Kaneko's words, she asked from the bottom of her heart, as long as what Kaneko said was true, she didn't mind sorting out the story and writing it.

Rotten stalks are not terrible, because the more stalks you use, the more people you like.

It is a direct test of the strength of the person who wrote this stalk, and it is also a test of her, but this kind of thing can't get into the sad content of her contract at all, so she can only open another book, she tells the truth, there is no time, and she is not allowed.

"Writing it will definitely be liked, as long as you process it." Jin Zi replied to her very firmly, and sent her two red envelopes in a row.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Mo Xiaozao is not tasked with making her process wrong, at least it will be much more exciting than the narration of the person who has experienced the story, and it will also make the story included and become a complete system.

However,The next words of gold completely shattered her thoughts.,What is the male main thing?,What is the female main person writing like?,What is the best experience?,How good is the male protagonist to the female protagonist.,Of course,It also requires the male protagonist to be with others when the female protagonist is good to the male protagonist.。

"Are you talking about a new story?" If she inserts the gold directly, there is another gold underneath that wants the feeling of a task, and it must also have the touch and kill that she likes. (To be continued.) )