Ye Yu Yu, 17 years old this year, is a senior high school student in Yudu, who loves online literature. After finishing the homework, reviewing, and finishing a busy day of study and life, Night Whisper will always log on to the starting point and read the novels he has collected.

When there is a shortage of books, he will also look for piglets on major lists, put his favorite cubs into the pigsty, and slowly fatten.

Of course, what he hates the most is the kind of brush that dominates the list, obviously the novel is not well written, and he has to spend a lot of money to buy a cult package. Although the data looks very beautiful, when the author hits the shelves, he finds that the results do not meet expectations, so he will look up to the sky and roar and wave his knife from the palace.

In the end, the author not only loses money and wastes precious time, but also hurts the reader's fragile and soft heart.

This practice is simply shameless.

The novel "Zhu Xian" was seen on the list by Ye Yuyu, and this kind of explosive achievement directly made this book rank in the top three of the list of new books of Xianxia.

Night Whisper can click to read with the attitude of trying it out, however, the effect of reading is very and extremely unsatisfactory. For a cool reader like him, who likes to watch the invincible stream of pretending to be forced to slap his face, flipping through this abusive novel is undoubtedly a disaster.

What made him even more angry was that the series of red envelopes of recommendation votes almost didn't blind his eyes, so the sudden attack of the second disease in the night whisper pressed his hands on the keyboard and typed out such a spitting post.

Looking at the content of Jiang Huo's reply, Ye Yu thought for a long time, although he didn't understand what kind of words these stars represented, but with his previous experience of brushing, these contents should be all kinds of vulgar and obscene swearing.

"Vixen scolding the street? Flustered and exasperated? This kind of quality, can you still be an author? ”

Ye Yu organized his words with a sneer, and his hands were stirred, and he tapped the words of reply on the keyboard.

At this moment, Ye Yu seemed to be possessed by Yuta Tomigashi, and wanted to use his words to defeat Jiang Huo, a shameless big brush.

Citing materials, putting forward opinions, discussing, connecting with reality, and summarizing, using the necessary introduction and discussion connection method for college entrance examination essays, I wrote down about 800 words in the night language, and the anger and dissatisfaction in my heart dissipated a little.

After pressing the reply button, refreshing it a few times, and making sure that his message had been sent successfully, Ye Yuyu stretched out, yawned, climbed into bed, and prepared for bed.

That night, Ye Yu dreamed of a scene.

The interior of the dark and dilapidated rental house exudes a disgusting atmosphere. The obscene man with glasses, staring at the speech on the screen with a red face, pressed on the keyboard with trembling hands, and could not type a single character in response for a long time. The strong man thought about it again and again, biting his lip with his teeth, and his fat cheeks were full of tears, and finally replied with a few words under the post.

"Daddy! I was wrong! ”

At the same time, the night whisper who dreamed of such a scene took on a large font and lay on the bed.

The corners of his mouth outlined a confident smile, and a crystal clear hara slowly flowed out of his mouth.

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Following.

Early morning sunlight shines through the glass and onto the bedroom floor.

The sparkling light, like beating notes, happily climbed onto the wide bunk.

Looking forward, Jiang Huo, who was wearing pajamas, was lying there.

The pair of small pink carved feet exposed to the air were shaking unconsciously.

Jiang Huo hugged the bear futon, raised his left leg on it, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said an unknown whisper in his mouth.

If you listen carefully, you can find that Jiang Huo is calling his mother's name.

The clock hanging in the bedroom was already quietly pointing to half past eight.

Suddenly, there was a crisp click, which was unusually clear in the quiet bedroom.

It's a pity that Jiang Huo, who fell into a dream, didn't notice it at all, she pursed her lips, scratched her hair with her left hand, turned over, and continued to sleep.

The bedroom door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a figure with curly hair and a ponytail quietly walked in from the outside. She glanced at Jiang Huo lying on the bed, immediately raised the fruit mobile phone, and took dozens of photos in a row.

Looking at the delicate body on the screen, this sneaking "little thief" suddenly showed a happy smile on his face.

She tucked her phone into her trouser pocket, walked lightly to the bedside, picked up the round black mineral glasses, walked along with the charging fruit phone, and then returned the same way and left the bedroom.

After about three minutes, the girl re-entered the bedroom, this time carrying a mysterious black cloth bag in her hand.

"Little Huo'er, get up, the sun is all!" The girl patted Jiang Huo's cheek and took the bear futon in her arms by the way.

The soft cheeks were attacked, and Jiang Huo, who was sleeping, gradually regained consciousness, she opened her eyes in ignorance, blinked her eyes, and subconsciously asked, "Mom?" ”

The girl holding the bear futon was also stunned, and after a while, the laughter sounded.

"Hahaha...... Little Huo'er, my good daughter......"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Huo, who was in a daze, instantly woke up.

MMP, isn't this Jiang Zetian's little smashing!

Jiang Zetian, who was sitting on the side, was already about to go crazy laughing, this sister of his aunt's family was really stupid and cute, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to find his mother.

In the face of the endless laughter, Jiang Huo turned over, even if the world in front of her was hazy, she was able to find Jiang Zetian's location through prediction.

Jiang Huo stretched out his white arms and struck at Jiang Zetian's cheeks, as if he wanted to block the other party's mouth with both hands, so that the continuous laughter would disappear completely.

Facing the attacking hands, Jiang Zetian was not afraid at all, she lifted the bear futon, pulled her hands together, and went directly to Jiang Huo's head.

The overwhelming bedding obscured Jiang Huo's vision, and she only felt that it was dark in front of her, and the originally vague world became dark. Suddenly, Jiang Huo felt a sense of panic in his heart. She subconsciously withdrew her hands, hugged her head, and lay back on the bed again.

However, before Jiang Huo, who had fallen on the bed, reorganized a counterattack, a huge force came from her waist and abdomen.

Jiang Huo pursed his lips and moved his hands, both arms were held down by the other party, although his legs could move, Jiang Huo would not kick at will, in case he hurt someone, it would not end well.

So, the sound of the urn and the angry words came out of the futon: "Jiang Zetian! Hurry up and let me go! ”