Mo Xiaozao looked at Yan Su, and also knew that she had found a place to live because of An Xia. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that she doesn't understand why Yan Su is so good to leech essences.

"She is grateful to be rescued and falls in love with the demon." An Xia grabbed her wrist and looked coldly, "Didn't you think you were being targeted when you came out?" ”

Her face flushed, knowing that Anxia was worried about her, and she didn't say why she came out.

"Let's go back." Sweeping Yan Su's crying face, he had already thought of the reason why she came out, An Xia's long hair hung down softly beside her, and she walked upstairs.

"But they are." She turned around, her heart sullen and sour.

I like a demon ...... so much

"The leech spirit is going to die, and she's useless now." An Xia was extremely cold, her long hair tugging at her, and she walked up the stairs step by step.

Since living in the little wooden man, Anxia has become more and more human.

First with warm hands, with colored skin, now they can walk like humans.

Mo Xiaozao's eyes stared at An Xia's feet, her fair skin contrasted with her blue slippers, and her thin and small feet, like jade bean-like toes.

The leech essence in her heart was quickly squeezed out, full of Anxia, how could this be.

Suddenly, a sharp, "ahhh

The glass at the bend of the staircase shattered with a thud, and the falling glass shot at her.

"You can't be resurrected like this, each has a fate, and no one has the right to change it." In his mind is Mo Xiaozao's lifespan, he died at the age of twenty and in December.

Anxia's long eyelashes fanned, and the moment they drooped down covered the light in her eyes.

The glimmer of light was dim and fast, disappearing under Anxia's eyes.

"You can do it!" The slender little hand tightened, Yan Su's big eyes were full of red, and drops of blood and tears fell on the leech spirit's body.

The pen!

She had heard the power of that pen.

An Xia's lips were raised, and she said condescendingly, "Don't worry about things you can't touch." Otherwise, it's not just dead. ”

She was still in a daze, and the whole person was pulled away by Ansha.

Back in her room, Anxia shook her off, and she fell to the ground as she lost her strength.

"Code text here, don't go out again." Not far away, the computer turned on, and the computer chair slid towards her quickly, bringing her to the computer in the moment she didn't react.

She naturally knew what was wrong with her, and she tapped the keyboard obediently.

The keyboard snapped, and she always felt that Anxia didn't say anything.

What is it?

Mo Xiaozao thought very seriously, after finishing the draft of a chapter, the whole person didn't think of what was not said by An Xia, so he could only hit the keyboard harder.

"I have a pen." The body was nestled on the bed, the quilt covered the entire body, and only a small face was revealed, "That pen can bring the leech spirit back to life." ”

As the words fell, her heart fluttered.

A pen that brings people to life......

"That." She wanted to ask Anxia why she didn't let the leech spirit survive, but there was a faint pain in her collarbone, and all the words were swallowed back into her stomach.

"That pen can also allow people to write different texts." The smile was full of temptation, and Anxia bewitched her like a demon, "It's a pity that what is written is the darkest human nature and death. ”

"Dark humanity." After reciting it silently, her body trembled slightly.

"Well, it's like someone watched their neighbor burn to death in a sea of fire during a few minutes of video shooting a few minutes ago. I also want a man to marry a young daughter in order to live with a bag of rice. ”

"How is this possible?"

"You search for it yourself, and if you don't refuse to do so after reading it, I don't mind lending you the pen. There is absolutely no problem with that pen to make you a great god. ”

Anxia's long hair danced, and her shining eyes were full of bewitchment.

She knew very well that her pen was more than that.

It is also an evil pen infected by countless lives, and it is a pen that will personally kill the master if he feels that his master does not meet his wishes.

And when she came across the pen, it was used as evidence of murder.

At that time, the whole pen was dried up with bloodstains, and it was still a posthumous photo brush that had been passed down for generations.

These Mo Xiaozao naturally didn't know, but it was just a brand new thing that Anxia said, and he got the relevant news almost immediately.

Watch the fire spread and listen to the roars of help.

The living people were charred, the bones of their hands were still clutching the guardrails, and their eyes were dark and hollow, looking at everyone faintly.

Her hairs stood on end involuntarily.

Goo-dong.

Mo Xiaozao's throat rolled, his hand shook, and the mouse drew a parabola and landed on the ground.

I never thought that such a thing would really exist, and it is clear that it has reached the modern age, and everything should be peaceful and fraternal.

Her feet kicked the mouse line, and her slender hands rested lightly over her shoulders.

There was a knife carved into it.

With a self-deprecating sneer, Mo Xiaozao instantly grew into a dark heart, and his face was gloomy.

"I want to." The quiet sound was like thunder in the room, and when it fell, the steel helmet stood up all its hair, but she picked up the steel helmet with one hand and pinched its neck.

"Mo Xiaozao." Kicking Mo Xiaozao away, An Xia hugged the steel helmet and followed the hair, "You want a dark style, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Then I'll give it to you."

The green eyes were like emeralds, changing as she approached, and finally landed on Mo Xiaozao's face opposite, and the compelling pen appeared when she reached out.

Mo Xiaozao's white hand reached out to the pen, and before he could get close, he was hit red by the pen.

The back of the red and swollen hand was clear, and it seemed that there was water in the swollen place.

"Good pen." She changed her timidity and caution in the past, "It's a pity that I can't use it, and besides, that style of writing is not something I can control." ”

Her voice was calm, and her limp body sat on the ground.

I don't know the character I want most in my heart for that pen.,How can I crave the leakage of the most heart-to-heart.。

"That's the character you want the most, and it's the darkest side of your humanity." Anxia put away her pen and climbed into bed to roll up the quilt.

The darkest side?

Truly. She wants a tough and cold self the most, not afraid of everyone, and everything goes with her heart.

"I see."

"When you put it away, it's time to feel what you like the most."

"Yes. I want sadness, the kind of sadness that the whole world is unhappy with, and not all people will be gentle with you. ”

Mo Xiaozao's hand was propped behind him, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Many people won't like her ideas, and they will definitely be sprayed by those who like to pet the reunion.

Pulling one side of the bed, she stood up, rubbed her still limp legs, and calculated how to make the style most liked by readers.

With a sad style, the world becomes unhappy.