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The sound of the clicking keys sounded regularly, and the room was extremely quiet, with the occasional snoring of a steel helmet.

For a long time, An Xia quietly appeared behind Mo Xiaozao.

"Mo Xiaozao!" Anxia roared, swept her hand against the table, and everything on the table fell to the ground with a ping-pong bang.

Mo Xiaozao turned his head, his godless eyes stung An Xia at once, and the inside of the wrist he raised, the red line was dazzlingly red, like blood flowing in the line.

Her teeth bit her lip and looked at An Xia coldly, "Now that you know who I am, it's time for me to leave." ”

An Xia's hand tightened, her gaze quickly turned green, and her long hair flew behind her to cover the light, "Runkui, protect this wooden man's fish stone." ”

The slow voice fell, and Mo Xiaozao had already bent his hand towards An Xia.

And it was not her who controlled Mo Xiaozao's body, but Runkui, who was really attached to the stone box.

An Xia's smile was sharp, her body exuded black gas one after another, and her long hair shot towards Runkui with teeth and claws.

"Do you really think I'm like that leprechaun?" Runkui flexibly dodged the silk, held the hair in his hand and pulled it hard, throwing Anxia out.

After a few steps, Anxia's body steadied on the ground.

She also knows that the fish stone that guards the treasure must have absolute power, so that it can protect the existence of the treasure.

It's just that I never thought it would be so strong.

Especially if she has been a scattered soul for ten years and occupies Mo Xiaozao's body, she can even get rid of her.

Anxia's green eyes stared at Runkui, and the whole person's smile became more sharp, and the mirror glass in the room was shattered because of this laughter.

"It is indeed worthy of the essence of Yushi for you." Anxia cautiously moved backwards, and shot at Runkui with a bow of her body.

She couldn't hurt Mo Xiaozao, but pulling her soul out was effortless.

An Xia's hand held the red brush in one hand, spread out the black leather roll with the other, and the slightly drooping eyelashes cast a dark shadow, and the voice was soft, "Shanxi Datong, Yushi Runkui." ”

The red pen was hooked on the leather scroll, and Mo Xiaozao's body froze.

She smiled shallowly, grabbed Mo Xiaozao's wrist, and pulled along the red line, and a round fish stone appeared in the palm of her hand.

It's a pity that just the size of the nail is still the red color that has changed.

She shook her head, pinched the fish stone and stuffed it into Mo Xiaozao's mouth, until she heard Mo Xiaozao's breathing, she rolled into the quilt.

Holding the claws of the steel helmet, he let the steel helmet occupy the bed, and naturally lay on the side of the bed.

Mo Xiaozao woke up quickly, and just after a little movement, he made an inhaling sound because of the pain in his fingers, and his mind was completely short.

Just remember, she was writing that story.

"Anxia?" Mo Xiaozao raised his eyebrows, and his voice had irrepressible surprise, "Do you want to see what I wrote?" ”

"Don't read it, you delete this article."

"Why? This time it was really good, I felt like I was getting it all in. ”

"You brought it in, but is that really you? Or do you have no memories of the aftermath? ”

An Xia turned her head, her hair crossed her and brought the food bowl of the steel helmet to her side, pouring her only bag of thirty-five pounds of luxury cat food.

She pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the ten yuan and one pound of cat food on the side.

Obviously, the steel helmet used to eat that.

However, she wanted to think about it, and she also knew in her heart that she had no memory later, so she could only choose not to answer Anxia and turn on the computer.

Pressing the power button, her fingers trembled slightly.

I turned on the computer and slid the mouse to open the file, 100,000 words!

Mo Xiaozao opened his mouth wide, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, it was still 100,000 words, so he had to turn his head to look at An Xia, "This, I wrote this?" ”

She is obviously a person who has to die and live 10,000 a day, and Anxia only wrote more than 20,000 of her requests.

This is more than 100,000, which is obviously her week's amount!

Swallowing her saliva, she pursed her lips and read carefully.

"How is this different from what the leech spirit said?" Mo Xiaozao looked at a part of it, and found that the Runkui here was different from the leech essence.

A vicious woman with the skin of a white lotus.

This is Mo Xiaozao's evaluation of Runkui in the article, and it is also her suspicion of herself.

She can't write such an article, let alone create such a Runkui.

"Found a problem?" An Xia's body arched slightly, and her body fell to the ground and squirmed towards Mo Xiaozao like a big insect.

"I didn't write it." Mo Xiaozao opened his mouth frankly, and his eyebrows wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

"This is written by Runkui himself."

"Isn't she dead? How can you write a story? ”

An Xia had already climbed in front of Mo Xiaozao, raised her head slightly, and her hair immediately pressed Mo Xiaozao's body to the side.

Naturally, she opened her mouth to tell Mo Xiaozao what had happened, ignoring that she fed the essence of the fish stone to Mo Xiaozao.

"Is Runkui still in my body?" Mo Xiaozao's eyes widened, and he pouted his ass and touched his body with his little hands.

She can't bear her body, so what should she do if Runkui's essence is occupying her body?

She couldn't imagine that she wasn't what she was, and her face was a little pale.

"It's fine." An Xia smiled, and wrapped Mo Xiaozao's quilt around again, a small head on the round quilt.

It's funny.

However, Mo Xiaozao couldn't laugh at all, there was a time bomb in her body.

I don't know when, she won't be her anymore.

"That's the essence of a fish stone, and it's not still fast to occupy my body in weakness!" Mo Xiaozao cried, "Moreover, I'm just an ordinary person, a writer who can't even fight the street." ”

"It's okay, I'm here." The corners of Anxia's delicate lips hooked up a smile, and her beautiful eyes curved into an intimate crescent color.

Mo Xiaozao was relieved at once.

She stared at Anxia and laughed.

"Don't laugh, since you know it's okay, get up immediately and delete the article now, and then rewrite it." Anxia stood up and jumped towards the bed.

"What about this?" Mo Xiaozao pointed to the computer, reluctant to delete this article.

"Not at all." An Xia sneered, the quilt on her body seemed to be fixed by glue, and she didn't fall apart even if she jumped so far.

"Why? This is obviously a good article with a strong sense of substitution! Mo Xiaozao pursed his lips and moved the mouse in his hand to the side.

She wanted to send this article to someone, that person, the article that Anshya had sent to her.

An Xia raised her eyebrows and glanced at her movements, and continued to curry favor with the steel helmet, which was regarded as acquiescing to her sending the article out.