The morning sun shone through the window, shining warmly on her body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Xiaozao stretched a big lazy waist, calculating how many words to code today, what to give Xiang Mozhu to eat, for Leng Suran, who has been living here for a day, she has always pretended not to see.

"What time is it? Do you know that what you write is not good enough, and you are so lazy that you don't code, and you really think you are a god? Wearing his boxer shorts, grabbing his messy hair, frowning at her who was sitting with Xiang Mozhu.

As if she hadn't heard anything, she and Xiang Mozhu continued to discuss the previous story of Jin Rong, analyzed Jin Rong's later words, and reconstructed the plot, which was originally intended to be placed in the later story, directly to the middle.

She pursed her lips and thought of herself as the seven seconds she had been, thinking about what the seven seconds resurrection would do.

But then I thought that when Jin Rong went back, he was already a pile of white bones in seven seconds, how could he survive being occupied by the heroine? It seems that she should give the heroine a privilege on this issue, no matter which story it is, as long as the heroine enters the body, it will turn back into a living person, and it will return to its original state after the heroine leaves.

"Your own is not true, if your heroine is like this, first of all, she used to be a soul, at most she survived by clinging to someone else's body, so you need to reconstruct your heroine."

Leng Suran, who was standing behind her, also heard the analysis of the two women, and naturally stood in front of her, reaching out and sliding on the paper in front of them.

He also made a peculiar point in the blank space before, "Here, is it because there is no story?" With such a blank space, the article still needs to rearrange the whole story, and besides, it will make you forget the feeling of the rest of the story. ”

"These stories are interspersed with experiences from other demons, so there is no suitable story and can only be empty, after all, what I imagined is a lack of basis and realism, this is what Anxia said, what I lack the most is the experience of demons and ghosts."

She pursed her lips and frowned, she really wanted to add some stories by herself, but her brain hole that really appeared out of thin air would have limitations at best, which is the essence of those great gods who wrote hundreds of thousands and millions of dollars and would not detach from the center, they have really experienced it.

"Leng Suran, do you have a lot of stories?" Although she was not sure, she still wanted to ask, otherwise she would regret Leng Suran's experience for the rest of her life.

"I have a lot of stories, but I don't want to tell you, and I can tell you that except for Anxia, there is no one in this world who knows more stories than I know, joys and sorrows, shemales and ghosts, I know everything." He leaned close to her ear and half-narrowed his eyes, "But I won't tell you." ”

"Leng Suran, you get out of here, don't tell me, what are you still talking about, aren't you just living longer?" The mood of flying fell into hell in an instant with the later sentence, shook off his hand, stood up and returned to his room.

She sat in her room all morning, holding her favorite mechanical keyboard and typing.

Only her own room was quiet as if she was in her own small rental house, which also reminded her of the steel helmet that hadn't appeared in front of her for several days, the kitten that had always been inseparable from An Xia, and left when An Xia disappeared?

She tapped harder on the keyboard, adding to the missing story while constantly adding principles to the story, repairing the characters, just a brain hole, although it seemed like a good story, but she knew very well that it would collapse when she wrote a third of it.

Reformulate the relationship between the heroine and the demon.,Although it's to go to every time and space to ask for grief for the demon.,There will still be a demon to help her complete this.,So no matter what the people in that time and space are.,The heroine can occupy a good body.。

I feel that in this way, the seven-second thing in the text can have a reasonable explanation, why the seven-second body can still be used in a year.

"Mo Xiaozao, are you going to starve yourself to death? Although I would love you to have more code words and come up with new ideas on your own, it doesn't mean that you will starve to death. ”

Leng Suran jumped in from the window, stood beside her and looked at the text on the computer, typed it on the keyboard, and directly deleted the full text, as if she had seen An Xia for the first time, quickly without any hesitation.

"This kind of text is not good, the text interspersed together is okay, but have you thought about it, the story in your text is not outstanding, it may be with a heart-warming healing idea, but is this kind of thing really suitable for existing in online articles?"

Clasping her hand closely, the long eyelashes fanned, and the perfect painted skin emitted a fragrance.

"Could it be that you haven't thought that your subject matter is not new, and if you can't be outstanding, you will be submerged, and even being found is a very small possibility, what do you rely on to enter the annual meeting and get in touch with another level?"

No longer looking her in the eye, got up, opened the door, and left the room.

The window and door were opened, and the cold wind ran through the room, leaving goosebumps on her legs and mischievously flipping the ghost rolls on the pillow.

typed and rewrote two words on the computer, she walked out of the room, sat at the table to eat, and could see that Xiang Mozhu and Bai Luohuan were talking about Bai Luohuan's new text, which seemed to be working hard to sign a contract at a high price.

She ate her meal silently, and explained to everyone after eating, she had to rearrange the text, fill in the vacancies, and sort out the whole text, so she didn't come out for dinner.

Mo Xiaozao sorted out the articles in the room for an afternoon and one night, and only fell asleep on the bed at five o'clock.

"Get up, Mo Xiaozao, it's time for breakfast." Xiang Mozhu opened the door and came in, stretched out his hand and pushed her twice, looking at the computer in front of her, the new content is really novel, not just a simple quick wear, but on the basis of the original to add a layer of constraints to the heroine.

The heroine can't reveal her identity.,The demons who helped the heroine only left clues.,And won't show up directly to help her.,Until the last story.,She's reborn in her own body.,The person who has been in the shadows died for her.。

As for the demon who had always needed her to collect her grievances, the one who killed her and made her fate like this.

The heroine has turned so much space, experienced so much sadness, and when she was resurrected, she found that the demon she had been collecting resentment for was the one who caused her so.

"Well, I'll get up after a little more sleep, and I'll get up right away, just a while."

opened the hand next to him and buried his head in the quilt, his bare big white legs and cute little panties exposed, facing Xiang Mozhu.

Xiang Mozhu reluctantly retreated, telling everyone who was eating that she was still sleeping, and Bai Luohuan took away her share of food after the words fell.