Mo Xiaozao's eyebrows involuntarily showed excitement, and his little hands rubbed, "My sister is a fairy!" ”

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She thought about the whole person and threw herself on the bed, grabbing the computer in one hand and carrying snacks in the other.

"Algae." Mo Xiaozao opened the door and walked into the bedroom, and what caught her eye was Mo Xiaozao wrapped in the quilt and playing on the computer with red eyes.

"Sister, do you want to eat?" Mo Xiaozao hooked the corners of his lips, and pressed his little hand to the place where the pattern was.

The pattern is scorching.

"I don't eat it." Mo Xiwen smiled and put her big hand on her forehead, "Did you eavesdrop on it just now?" I heard your sentence that my sister is a fairy. ”

"Of course, how do you know such a hot thing without eavesdropping?" Mo Xiaozao lifted the quilt, his eyes shining.

She must create a new character in the article, using her most admired sister as a prototype.

As if guessing what Mo Xiaozao thought, Mo Xiwen nodded her forehead again, "Don't want to use me as the prototype of your characters, I've read your article." ”

"I've seen it too." Anxia's voice interjected.

Mo Xiaozao was stupid there, holding Mo Xiaozao's arm with her little hand, "Why don't you leave, my sister will beat you to pieces." ”

Anxia looked up at her with a cold look in her eyes.

Walking slowly to her side, An Xia's hand pulled her away from Mo Xi's side.

"I took her with me."

"Let's stay today, there are a lot of things at night, and it's not suitable for you to go out now." Mo Xi stroked her scattered hair, and her delicate eyebrows raised slightly.

It's a pity that all the rooms are women, but it's a pity that this male loses his soul.

"It's fine." An Xia looked at Mo Xiaozao lightly, and pinched Mo Xiaozao's wrist with weirdly curved fingers.

"Okay then, I'll talk to Xiaozao alone, and then you guys go." Mo Xi's eyes fell on the place where the two were holding each other, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

She suddenly felt a little worried about her decision.

Anxia exited the bedroom playfully, leaving space for the two sisters who wanted to talk.

As the door was closed, the white light on Mo Xi's hand also formed a simple ball, and the palm of her hand disappeared into the bedroom floor.

"Xiaozao, you have to obey Anxia."

"Why? Isn't she a female ghost? Why didn't my sister break her up and ask me to listen to her? ”

"Silly girl, you just need to listen to Anxia."

Mo Xiaozao's body stood up and pursed her lips, "If you are still my sister, tell me why, why I have to obey a ghost." ”

"Anxia planted her resentment on you, between you and her, once she dissipates you will die, once you die, she has nothing to do."

Mo Xi'e stared into her eyes, her nails embedded in her flesh.

Picking up a part of the matter and telling Xiaozao isn't lying, right?

"I see." Mo Xiaozao sat slumped on the bed, her eyes empty, "I only need to help her fulfill her wish, and her resentment can be dissipated." ”

She could only be free at that time.

Looking up at the crystal chandelier, can she become a god?

With tens of thousands of writers writing every day, how difficult is it to become a god?

Mo Xiaozao didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't help but cry loudly, "Then I can't become a god, and I have to be driven by An Xia for the rest of my life?" ”

Mo Xi's expression had already given her the answer.

Her heart was completely broken.

Wiping away tears, he got up and walked to the door, opening it.

An Xia, who was sitting there, flipped through a novel, and her palm-sized face was all serious, especially her weak body moved from time to time.

You love books, right?

Mo Xiaozao instinctively didn't want to disturb An Xia, and his eyes fell on the book in An Xia's hand, behind the ordinariness of Sanke.

It's no wonder that Mo Xiaozao recognized this book at a glance, it was too much of a coincidence, this book was given to her by Sanke.

"Come out and go back, I haven't really seen you write yet." Anxia closed the book and looked at her almost with white-eyed eyes.

Although he was afraid, Mo Xiaozao still followed the press.

came out too late, the bus was long gone, and Mo Xiaozao had to grab his 198 yuan to take a taxi.

"$98." The driver stopped on the main road, glanced at the crooked black alley and did not enter.

"What? Isn't it only about 30 yuan? Mo Xiaozao exclaimed, clenching the money in her hand, this is not the first time she has done a taxi, but it is the first time it is so expensive.

"You don't look at what time it is, it's midnight. The starting price is fifty, and you have come so far, of course it is a little more expensive. The driver said it for granted, and the greed in his eyes was naked.

How can you come out of the rich street, how can you not have more points?

Mo Xiaozao's little face turned red, and the hand holding the money tightened.

"Give it to him." Ansha held the money.

"Master, your money." Mo Xiaozao paid the money very reluctantly, and his eyes turned red as he looked at the crumpled hundred yuan in his hand.

This is the last money she has left.

There's still a long time left in the month.

"Don't be depressed, you're ruined." An Xia opened his mouth and floated into the alley.

Mo Xiaozao followed behind An Xia, glaring at An Xia fiercely several times from an angle that An Xia couldn't see, but followed behind An Xia without slowing down.

Finally, she returned to her lodgings and turned on the light with a "snap".

"Ahh Mo Xiaozao exclaimed, turned to look at An Xia beside him, "Why is there nothing in the room?" ”

An Xia ignored her and landed on the bed with her body floating, "Someone has come to tidy up." ”

She didn't ask who did it, but she enjoyed the clean appearance of the room, but she was a little weird in her heart.

skillfully turned on the computer and logged in to QQ, but the editor did not urge her to continue to save the manuscript.

Satisfied, he opened Station B, and Mo Xiaozao relaxed himself to his heart's content.

It wasn't until half past one in the evening that Mo Xiaozao reluctantly changed the webpage to the website where she wrote the manuscript.

"Don't land." An Xia held Mo Xiaozao's hand, skillfully closed the landing page, and searched for the name of the novel on the browser.

It's been updated continuously for three hours, 300,000 words.

"Look at it." Anxia threw away the mouse, and the whole person threw himself on the bed again.

Mo Xiaozao held the mouse, swiping through the updated chapters line by line, she knew very well that those were not written by her, but who would write them for her like this? An update is hundreds of thousands of words.

"You know?" Mo Xiaozao took a deep breath, and was not so afraid of An Xia anymore.

"The person who killed you thought you were dead, and this last pit was filled for you." Anxia rolled over and wrapped herself in the quilt, "So you can't write in a limited way anymore." ”

"How can you write an essay without being confined?" Mo Xiaozao unconsciously sought An Xia's opinion.

"You go to sleep first, and I'll tell you what to do tomorrow, but you have to listen to me."