100. The suspense author's routine, you can't play it

Touched it, the quality of the clothes was better than expected, Li Kang thought of many clothes that had been worn to the point that only a layer of fiber remained, gritted his teeth and took four short-sleeved pants.

Naturally, there was no bargaining in the mall, not to mention the promotion, Li Kang gritted his teeth and paid 723 yuan.

"Li Kang, my mother bought me clothes a few days ago, and a few of them are small, and I will bring them to you in two days." The prince said as if unintentionally.

Li Kang smiled brightly and said to him unceremoniously, "Okay." ”

What is small, it is clearly bought for myself, otherwise how can it be that every time it is small, it just meets your own size?

And the "small" clothes are also of high quality and cut at a reasonable price, Wang Zicheng and his mother have to carefully take care of their own self-esteem that is not so fragile every time they help themselves.

This kind of kindness, Li Kang will not be polite, he has seen many of this situation when he was growing up.

If deliberate reasoning will make it difficult for people who really want to help, and then have to think of ways to help without a trace, isn't that making trouble for yourself and others?

Besides, he is an orphan, he grew up eating hundreds of meals, why bother with any more "integrity" at this time, if you talk about this, he would have starved to death.

There is no shame in accepting help, just try to give back when you have the ability, and you don't have to give back to the people who helped you, just give back to the society and pass on this kindness.

That's what charity is all about.

Li Kang took the packed bag from the salesperson's hand, and then turned his head to find a scene that shocked him.

Huang Chong, he saw Huang Chong!

Huang Chong, who was more than ten meters away, just entered the mall and looked at him on the opposite face!

With a stagnant heartbeat, Li Kang quickly shrank down, hid himself behind rows of promotional clothes racks, and then pulled violently, pulling Wang Zicheng down and squatting down.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Li Kang was affectionate, the prince asked in a low voice.

Li Kang lowered his voice and said, "Huang Chong." ”

"Locusts, what locusts?" Wang Zicheng doesn't like online articles, that is, he read two poplar masterpieces recommended by Li Kang, and by the way, he rewarded Li Kang with a small alliance leader of 1,000 yuan, he has never heard of locusts!

"The person we pitted half a month ago, the police." Li Kang explained in Wang Zicheng's ear.

Wang Zicheng was stunned, and then scolded in a low voice: ", is it so coincidental?" ”

He also appeared, and the devil knows that Huang Chongji doesn't remember his face.

After thinking about it, Li Kang dragged Wang Zicheng to squat and quietly slipped out of the mall through another exit.

Hiding from afar, he quietly glanced at Huang Chong, and found that he was still standing there, and Li Kang returned to his rental house with Wang Zicheng with trepidation.

Alas, no matter, leave it to fate.

And Huang Chong, who was at the entrance of the mall, really set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

He, he was sure he saw the fake policeman, the fake policeman who had blood in his mouth spilling out like money, and finally died in front of him.

The dead eunuch who cheated on the water when spelling with himself, and was directly deprived of his life by the big demon.

The child who smiled and handed himself half a bottle of Coke and lost his young life before he could leave his last words.

The moment he saw his face, Huang Chong was struck by lightning, his brain rumbled, and his heartbeat first stopped for more than ten seconds, and then it exploded like a drum again.

He seemed to see the cold sweat shining in the white light of the computer screen again, and the blood that looked extraordinarily red.

He's obviously dead, why, why is he still here all of a sudden?

Huang Chong was extremely scared, he had been on a continuous shift for more than half a month, and it had been almost twenty days!

So he's ready to relax, and after a day off from his book buddies and a good night's sleep, he's going to go to the mall to buy some new clothes in preparation for the perfect encounter at the bar in the evening.

Even book friends felt that he was working too hard these days, and they were considerate and let him have a good rest.

However, as soon as he entered the mall, he actually saw the young man.

After this moment of distraction, the young man also disappeared strangely at the same time.

In the summer, the entrance of the mall is not cool, but Huang Chong's heart seems to have fallen into an ice hole, and he is so cold that his whole body is cold.

The person just now must be the Great Demon King, the terrifying Great Demon King who manipulated them and turned back time.

The one who spared his life and warned him to update it well, otherwise he would come to his own Demon King.

Only he could warn himself against the young man's face.

Sure enough, you can't break the change, otherwise why did you just prepare to break the change today, and you saw that face that you will never forget?

Urging the greater demon king, terrifying, is simply a seamless monitoring of his own updates.

"Update well, or I'll ask you to play the next game." This parting sentence is not a threat, but a real thing that will happen.

After Huang Chong figured it out, he immediately turned around and left, and it took ten minutes to return home.

He turned on the computer and immediately deleted his leave slip, and began to write at the limit speed.

The terrifying atmosphere just now, the nervousness just now is still stirring back and forth in Huang Chong's chest, everything is just right, so Huang Chong's code is especially smooth, and the quality is surprisingly high.

After all, it is a suspenseful text, and his heart at this time has a great resonance with the content of the book, and it is strange that the quality is not high!

From half past seven to half past nine, 12,000 words, there was no need to change them, so Huang Chong sent them out.

After thinking about it, the Great Demon King came to warn him today, and 12,000 words may not be able to extinguish the anger of the Great Demon King, so Huang Chong rubbed his sour wrist and started fighting again.

At half past ten, another five thousand words, Huang Chong simply sent a big chapter.

The book friends began to discuss fiercely again under the text: "Didn't the bugs ask for leave?" What's more? ”

"Suspense books, you can never play the author's routine, 17,000 words, he must have written it a long time ago, and used a leave note to trick us into sending it out at night."

"Oh~ I see, the worm is having fun."

"yes, that's it."

Huang Chong, who was slumped in the engineering chair, sweated like rain, he didn't know about the discussion of his book friends, and he didn't want to know.

He only knew that he was fortunate to come back in time to update, so he was still safe and sound, and he was still staying at his home where he forgot to turn on the air conditioner when he entered the door.

Instead of being captured by the Great Demon King again in that inexplicable space with a yin wind, in the face of two glowing white lights, there will be a bloody eye watching his computer, playing a deadly codeword game with another person.

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Thank you to the eldest grandson Yunfeng for promoting books for me in various circles, I really didn't expect there to be such readers.

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