The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, kicked open the notebook next to the bed, unbuttoned her clothes and fell asleep. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, Mo Xiaozao, who didn't know the phone at all, was still happily showing off his continuation with Mo Xi'an, which was a stable property.

Mo Xiwen listened to her words and pasted the new talisman.

"Why don't you move to me? Even if the charm is posted here, it is well hidden, and there will still be fluctuations when you go out. Her white hands grasped her, and her eyes were full of determination.

"It's okay, there's Anxia." She opened her mouth lightly, and turned her face away from looking at Mo Xi.

She also knew in her heart that the place where Mo Xi's wife lived would inevitably be set up layer by layer to protect the room.

She may not have known it before, but now she knows that Mo Xi's sister is going to inherit the white fox god position enshrined in the family.

The room fell silent as they did.

For a long time, Mo Xiwen sighed resignedly and took out a delicate necklace from her bag.

The necklace is very beautiful, it looks like something worth tens of thousands, a chain of white gold, bright blood jade, and on the chain are small characters, and under the blood jade is a pattern.

She pursed her lips, and her body sitting on the bed moved back uncomfortably, "I said it, and I will have money in the future." ”

In fact, she also has money in the chocolate guarantee, but it is not yet time to distribute it.

"For your self-defense." Mo Xiwen didn't explain much, turned around and left the room with her shoes on, and quickly went downstairs.

"It's not a good thing, but it's good for you." Reaching out to open the quilt, Anxia's hair rolled up the food bag of the steel helmet to her side, and reached out to pour the food.

It's just that the fingers are still a little twisted.

He wore the necklace around his neck, fearing that he would be seen by those who were greedy for money, and tucked the necklace into his clothes.

The cold blood jade was attached to her skin, and she had goosebumps all over her body, and she always felt weird, and she couldn't tell what was strange about the blood jade.

"It's the blood jade of the dead, and it's not easy for your sister to do it for you." It can hide all the characteristics of living people, and you can feel the ghostly energy.

This blood jade will not be less than a thousand years.

Mo Xiaozao naturally didn't know An Xia's thoughts about the blood jade, his face turned pale, and he tore off the necklace and threw it far away, if An Xia hadn't caught the bright red blood jade, it would have shattered.

"Take it with you."

Her face was pale, her hand covered the other, so cold.

She was very familiar with this cold, and she had been exposed to it when she first met Anxia, the cold of the dead.

Mo Xiaozao screamed, afraid to move her body, she wouldn't be dead, right? At what time did you die? Is my sister here to see her off for the last time?

"You're still alive, now go and show me the article on the Smoke and Moon, your current breath won't be distinguished."

She kept nodding, walked stiffly to the computer, sat down, turned on the computer, and someone anonymously gave her no need to poke privately, the name of the novel "*** will also cultivate immortals".

Deleting the anonymity, she went to the website and searched for the text of the Misty Moon Tide.

Sure enough, there is this article.

But when she clicked on it, she frowned at the more than 60,000 words for a long time, clicked hundreds of thousands, rewarded tens of thousands, and followed many comments.

I can't tell what it's like, so I can only start the article a little faster.

After reading two pages, she found that the time in the text of the Smoke and Moon Tide was particularly well chosen, and there was not even a small period of confusion, day and night, snow in winter, and a specific period and scene happened just the right amount of sadness.

As she continued to read, she was shocked by the description of each person's personality and the careful consideration of language.

The text of the misty moon and tide can be regarded as a demigod or a minor god, with a unique tragic style, which dissects the characters to open up human nature and do suitable things.

Moreover, slaves are humble and have been carved into their bones, and they are.

Undressing, relying on a man, and even holding what you want tightly in your hands are all the actions of the protagonist, and they are also the helplessness of the protagonist who wants to succeed.

The protagonist she portrayed is very smart, but she can't live by relying on her intelligence, she lives more in that era.

She will accept other people's overtures, and even use herself as a bargaining chip for the transaction, not hesitating to negotiate with others, and everywhere because of the limitations of her identity.

Even if she doesn't want to admit it, the text of the misty moon tide attracts her.

Collected to the summer vacation, made their first paid reading, reward.

After reading the thirtieth chapter, she breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and had such a woman in her mind, who was obviously beautiful and smart, but because she was trafficked to the Qinglou by her family, she became a popular ** and was less than too many women.

will be humiliated in front of others, *** night and night.

There are also people who say that she doesn't know her status and will die on her own nonsense.

There were tears in the corners of Mo Xiaozao's eyes, and her heart was uncomfortable as she struggled to get rid of **, and she knew that even if she struggled like this now, she couldn't get rid of her ** identity.

She has long been in her heart and has put shackles on herself.

I put myself in this position, and no matter how much I struggled, I was just bruised all over my body.

"How's her writing?" Sensing her emotions, he stood beside her and whispered, his gaze on the page of the computer dimmed slightly.

"Good." Mo Xiaozao pursed her lips, her heart was still the protagonist of the article, as if she was struggling in the shadows of her heart.

She turned her face away and looked out, her hands covering her eyes.

If Yan Yi Yuexi is an author who has no strength, she can still rely on her diligence and revision to throw back a resounding slap, but she thought wrong.

The article of the misty moon tide can't be faulted at all, or rather, she is not the level of the wrong one.

"Anxia, her soft power and hard power are better than mine." Whether it is the communication with the authors, the writing of articles far surpasses her.

"Want to give up?" Anxia's hair stretched out, and her voice was slowly sharp, and cold air hit her face.

An icy blood jade radiated heat, burning the skin on her chest.

"It's really a good blood jade, now you know the protector." Her hair was wrapped up in blood, and her green eyes stared at her.

"Don't give up." Mo Xiaozao took his hand away and looked directly at An Xia's gaze for the first time, "Even if I am inferior to her in every aspect, there is still a chance to work hard, and if you give up, there will really be nothing." ”

She smiled bitterly, her fingers tapping on the keyboard.

The messy music lasted for a while before she breathed a sigh of relief, "Anxia, I will try my best to become a god." ”

So I won't choose to give up.

For the sake of her only friend, she has to work hard, and strive to succeed in one in 10,000 authors.

"I know." Leaving her far away, his hand scratched the head of the steel helmet, and the steel helmet half-squinted at An Xia's rare failure to scratch her.