"A year?"

"Yes, one year. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I believe I'm enough." She pursed her lips, her words were firm, but her face turned obviously pale, "I will definitely be able to gather at the annual meeting." ”

"Who knows?" Leng Suran got up and went back upstairs, hooked her lips and smiled, she didn't expect that it would be such a result, she thought she could do it in a year, but she never thought that it would be the annual meeting in half a year, did she only have half a year?

He closed the door and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

Mo Xiaozao looked at the closed door, pressed his hand on Bai Luohuan's body, and shook it twice, "Why does the painting skin consume so quickly on my body?" ”

Bai Luohuan, who was eating potato chips, looked at her, blinked, and hugged his small backpack.

Digging around, he took out a book of 100,000 whys from his small backpack, and there was a big red question mark on the blue cover, and under the question mark, an unspeakable little beast lay there and acted as the point under the question mark.

She stared at 100,000 why a few big words, and scolded Bai Luohuan countless times in her heart, this is simply a joke of her, giving a copy of this thing!

"Don't think I'm lying to you, this thing is a good thing, or did I bring it with my master." Bai Luohuan didn't look at her either, and clicked into the web page by typing on the keyboard with her little hand, and after a few seconds of advertising, she watched the new anime.

Mo Xiaozao suspected that Bai Luohuan was joking with her, and when she heard that she had brought it from her master, she opened the book directly.

Turning the page of the book, there was a line of elegant words written on it, a complete collection of foreign objects, as for her to open it, the dense small characters were next to each other, and she could only distinguish that it was the Donghuang Bell and the Hongming Knife that started.

"Here's it." Without looking back, she handed over a magnifying glass, grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, staring at the computer seriously.

She took the magnifying glass, didn't think much about it, put it directly on the book, adjusted it to the right position, the text on the book was enlarged to the right size, and it was much better to read, from top to bottom, I saw a lot of names I hadn't seen before, and at the end of the second page, I saw the painted skin.

According to the number of pages, it turned to more than 200 pages, and the words black painting skin came into view.

The explanation given below is very simple, that is, it is made of human skin and tantric method to form a special skin, and you can draw whatever you want, but you can draw a skin once.

With the explanation, the following is a long note, which contains the method of forming human skin and the raw materials for making painted skin.

Then, she saw what she was looking for, the painted skin is a specially made form of blood and physical qi, in this case, the breath between life and death is a great drain on the painted skin, the inferior painted skin can be used for ten years, and after being worn by such a person, it can only be used for a month.

Mo Xiaozao's lips pursed, and he continued to look down for a way to solve this consumption, but it was disappointing that he did not stop this method, and even carried forward this method to deal with the painted skin, but there was no way to make the painted skin survive longer.

"Can't you wear the skin for a longer time?" Holding down Bai Luohuan beside him with one hand, he put the 100,000 why in his hand on the table.

"There is no way to extend the time, and generally a painting skin is only worn out and replaced with a new one."

Bai Luohuan dodged her, took out a bag of beans in his small backpack, grabbed a lot of beans and threw them directly in his mouth, chewing and rattling, his eyes still glued to the TV.

She wanted to answer that she knew, but her eyes touched Bai Luohuan, who was looking seriously, and stood up and walked upstairs.

After walking a few flights of stairs, she returned to the coffee table, picked up her ID card under Bai Luohuan's puzzled gaze, and returned to the second floor without looking back.

Sitting on the bed, I opened the notebook and put it on my lap, took a deep breath, and crackled and typed.

Playing and fighting, countless boredoms poured out of my heart, and even my eyebrows were wrinkled together, and my slender little hands were habitually inserted into my hair and pressed, rubbing them lightly and heavily, combing my thoughts and relaxing a lot of pressure.

In half a year, let her enter the annual meeting, and the pressure is not ordinary.

It's been more than a month since I met An Xia, and although I can't see what I've done, it's obvious that I know my shortcomings at a glance at my own writing, and I can even keep revising it for better.

"Have you ever heard of painted skin?" She simply put down the computer, picked up her mobile phone and poked Li Haiyang's QQ.

Almost instantly, Li Haiyang replied to her, saying that he had heard it, isn't it what those movies are playing, the beautiful human skin depicts the desired look, and the person wearing the painted skin on the body will become the depicted appearance, but he has never seen it.

Li Haiyang replied to her, sat on the chair on the side of the phone, reached out to support his waist, and the soreness kept coming.

"Painted skin?" Stretching out his hand and pushing his eyes, the computer opened in front of him was a text from his editor, replying to her if she had this thing for him to see.

She directly told Li Haiyang that she didn't have this, and sent one over, but she happened to hear Mo Xiwen talking about this, so she came over curiously to ask, and then continued to consult, what kind of text is the latest one, and is there any type of new fire.

"There are some new literary genres that have become popular, but there are not many female frequencies, and they are not popular, and the most popular is the president."

Li Haiyang slowly analyzed the female frequency for her, from the president's popularity and coolness, to the current saturation content of the library, and the new variant of the president Wen Ghostfu, one by one the popularity and suitable places, how to determine which audiences will accept.

The conversation wasn't fast, and she absorbed it quickly.

I quickly understood the current popular literature in the female frequency, and those points resonated with others, but I found one thing, it seems that the main line of fast wear that is currently being written is too slender.

If it goes on like this, the article will take away the brilliance of the main line because of the small stories interspersed with it, and as for the reason why the heroine must be resurrected, she has to add new things.

After making some efforts to add and delete, she stopped typing with satisfaction, "In this way, it will read like a popular text, and it is so rich in the main line, adding contradictions and plots, but it makes the whole story have a great change." ”

After Mo Xiaozao sorted out the new ideas, he estimated the possibility of participating in the annual meeting of such an article, thinking about how likely it would be to stand in his own footsteps if he threw it in the largest place?

She asked Li Haiyang, and all she got was one sentence, as long as your writing is not bad, there will be many opportunities for internal signing.

"Thank you." Naturally, she didn't say that she was trying to enter the annual meeting, or the annual meeting of the largest online literature office, and drew the time of the painting skin on her body, and also circled the required qualifications for entering the annual meeting.

(To be continued.) )