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After much confirmation, Sen was sure that the woman who identified as a fairy in the "free" forum was actually a witch lived next door to his house.

"Witch, witch, I didn't think you would have today."

As soon as he remembered that he was usually despised in the forum, Xiansen felt excited.

Feng Shui takes turns, the emperor takes turns to sit, and the serfs turn over to sing, this is really retribution!

The nostrils are facing the sky, the noble and cold, the invincible witch is actually next door to her house, the witch who is full of data, unquestionable, sensitive and stimulating, and is used to being a nymphomaniac is actually locked in the study.

It's really a narrow road.

Xiansen felt that if he didn't go over to ridicule, he seemed to be sorry for God's deliberate arrangement.

"Oh, my dear witch, your prince is coming to save you, Otto."

Closing the computer, Xiansen walked out of the room with a smile

Rachel Belson was bored to refresh her post, she knew that her possible rescue was almost zero, so for her, the purpose of posting was just to vent her anger, hoping to attract the attention and resonance of others in the forum, saying that girls want to be the focus.

But to her surprise, the replies downstairs were all schadenfreude.

What witch crucifixion, what God has discerning eyes, etc., almost all the remarks show a feeling of excitement and joy in the air.

"Am I so annoying?"

Despite knowing that the people on the forum were just joking around on purpose, Rachel still had negative thoughts that sometimes women are naturally such sensitive animals.

"Isn't there anyone who wants to comfort me?"

Rachel's mood was already very low about being imprisoned in the study by his father, but now he was stimulated by the cynicism in the forum, and all kinds of unspeakable grievances came up at once.

The eyes were a little red, the small mouth was slightly deflated, and the tears kept rolling in the eyes, and there was a feeling that they were about to fall at any time.

"Oh, my dear witch, wait in the study, your prince will come to your rescue."

It was then that Rachel saw such a reply, and sometimes, the same sentence, the words and words conveyed completely different emotions, so this obvious irony seemed to Rachel to be the only comfort he gave himself, and the most important thing was that the name of the person who replied was too familiar to her.

"Bang!"

Just as Rachel was about to reply, something smashed the window of his study.

"Bang!"

And then again.

The second voice was clear, and Rachel was sure he had heard him correctly.

"Who smashed it?"

Standing up, he walked to the window and gently opened the curtains, there were still traces of mud on the transparent glass.

"Bang!"

This time, Rachel clearly saw a piece of mud flying up from downstairs and slapping directly on the window, splashing mud and sliding down the glass little by little.

Pushing open the window and looking downstairs, I saw a man in the dark, looking up at himself, who stood up straight after seeing him, leaned his right arm on his chest, and bent down reverently, like a knight, no, a prince.

The man was smiling, and although he couldn't see it clearly, Rachel Belson could feel it.

"You're the only one who has me in mind."

Thinking of this, Rachel finally couldn't help crying, tears uncontrollably welling up in his eyes.

"I call you an immortal."

With his hands on the ground, Xiansen was sweating profusely, yes, he was the one standing downstairs at Rachel's house, you know, he was going to come and taunt the witch to his face.

Because the houses on this street were all of a similar structure, Xiansen also had a rough idea of where the Rachel family's study was, and threw a few pieces of mud at the window, and he was going to wait for the witch to open the window, and then throw into it a letter of contempt that he had carefully written, wrapped in pebbles. However, what he didn't expect was that the moment Rachel opened the window, his stomach suddenly hurt.

It hurts, it hurts. Holding his stomach, Xiansen couldn't help but kneel.

"Damn, how can it hurt so much!"

Little by little, sweat seeped through his clothes, and the pain in his stomach grew stronger and stronger, like a meat grinder rolling in it.

"Player Xiansen's body suddenly became abnormal, whether to use the 'script card' in exchange for emotional treatment, emotional treatment can reduce pain, and after the exchange, the 'script card' will disappear."

The prompt sound of the system sounded mechanically, but it sounded particularly tempting to Xiansen at this time.

"Fuck your sister's exchange, I won't"

Before he finished speaking, there was another intense pain in his abdomen, and Xiansen only felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fainted.

Rachel looked at the pious half-kneeling "prince" downstairs with teary eyes, and was about to wave to say something, when he saw the figure suddenly fall to the side and fall to the ground.

“oh！ mom，help!help!!!”

It's late at night, lying in bed.

Julie Barrymore saw the scene from this afternoon on the set, the man who had no gentlemanly demeanor at all, and every move lingered in her mind.

"Leonardo DiCaprio."

That's the name the man whispered in his ear, and licked her earlobe teasingly.

"What a figurative little ghost."

Barrymore stretched tiredly and muttered, "However, the skill is still skilled." ”

Thinking of this, he gently rubbed his earlobe, and Barrymore's face couldn't help but show a little flush, this is her sensitive area, and it is only her secret at the moment.

"Do you want to talk about 50 first loves?"

Glancing at the one-sentence script on the bed, Barrymore reached out and flipped the switch on the lamp.

"Smack"

The lights went out, and the room was plunged into darkness.

"First love? What a nostalgic word. ”

The night in Los Angeles was peaceful, and everyone was gradually intoxicated by their dreams.

Xiansen dreamed of a, oh no, it was a couple of very beautiful girls.

Leonardo despised the Oscars after dreaming that he won the Oscar for Best Actor.

Barrymore dreamed of a man, a man with black hair, looking at him with a wicked smile.

Only Rachel Belson didn't dream of anything, she was quietly standing next to Xiansen, looking at a letter in her hand, which was the contemptuous letter written by Xiansen.

To the dear Miss Witch.

The envelope bears such a message.

"Forget it, if I still don't open it, I'll let you hand it over to me personally."

After thinking about it, Rachel stuffed the envelope under Xiansen's pillow with a happy face, and then supported his head with both hands, and carefully looked at the black-haired man in front of him.

Xiansen, who was lying on the hospital bed and was entangled with the dream of a beautiful woman, didn't know that he was lucky to escape the catastrophe.

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