Following.

Fenpida got up with difficulty, and yesterday he challenged the 'strength that has been retained for 10,000 years' with all his might, and the result was quite tragic...

Not only did his own soldiers collapse on all fronts, but he also captured his own commander alive... Extremely humiliating to write a defeat agreement!

The strength is not enough!

Fenpida made a summary of the reasons for his defeat yesterday, he has always lost in physical strength, think about the legendary women of Azeroth who have experienced countless wars, and their physical strength is at most drizzle... Even if you strengthen your own exercise, you will reach the level of light rain.

The gap between heaven and earth is almost the same as the heavy rainstorm, and this gap can only be recovered by other means... For example, the writer skill of the universal writer system, and the last skill is to increase one's physical strength.

Unicorn arm?

The unicorn arm has an egg!

When Fenpida thinks of his 'unicorn arm' skills, except for improving his writing speed, it is basically useless, and now he has transformed into the game field, and sales are completely half-dead...

Glancing at Tyrande, who was satisfied with his face, he instantly thought of the mission he had come to here...

"Gentle Country is really a place where all heroes fall to the ground!" Fenbida sighed, this time he came to Dharnassus, not only because he missed Tyrande, but also because he borrowed Tyrande's hand and wrote to Bunaliva and them...

With Tyrande's handwriting, they won't ever find out... As a result, the main task has not been completed, and the secondary task has been done perfectly.

Tyrande shook her slightly, and then woke her up from sleep, "Hurry up... I almost forgot what I was going to tell you, hurry up!"

"You... Can't you just take care of me and feel me?" Tyrande looked at her angrily after being awakened by Fenpida, she was really a little tired yesterday, but the damn bad guy in front of her didn't feel sorry for herself at all, and he was thinking about his own affairs at the moment.

“...”

"I'll make it up to you!" Fenbida said helplessly, "This matter is very, very important to me, and it almost determines the life and death of 'Fenbida Entertainment and Culture Company'!"

Hearing Fenpida's words, Tyrande was stunned, since last night, Tyrande's whole body and mind have been put on Fenbida, and when he heard that something was going to happen to 'Fenbida Entertainment and Culture Company', he couldn't help but get anxious.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's... Anyway, you can't say it in a few words, you can just follow my method anyway!" Fenbida rolled his eyes and said to Tyrande.

"Well..."

...

After a brief wash, Fenbida and Tyrande ate a little fruit and began their work.

It's a very simple job, all you need is Tyrande to record the story of Fenpida on paper. Before, Tyrande thought that Fenpida's writing was a bit dull.

In the past, books such as "Let Go of the Succubus", "Devil's Heart", "Ancient Legends" and so on were all of some types, and rigor and delicacy were the characteristics of these.

Maybe that's it... If these elements are lost, the sense of reading will be greatly impacted.

And this time, the story told by Fenpida completely shattered her impression of Fenpida's words, and the story was full of all kinds of laughter and laughter, and it was closely related to Hearthstone: The Legend of the Heroes of Azeroth.

When Fenpida finished telling a story, he took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and although the story was not very long, it was not short...

After Tyrande finished writing the next word, he looked at Fenbida with an annoyed expression, "This job is so tiring, you just move your mouth, I am sour to death by hand!"

Feeling the resentment of 10,000 years, Fenpida naturally would not sit still, thinking that there might be a big battle at night, how necessary it was to please the aunt in front of him!

"Try my massage Dafa!" Fenbida smiled and came to Tyrande's side, "I promise to make you comfortable, don't want it!

Under the kneading of Fenbida's rough hands, the extraordinary touch brought by this palm print made Tyrande's pretty face flush with a flush, and the strength of Fenbida was sometimes light and heavy, and I couldn't help but think...

"Alright, alright..."

"Take your claws off my arms," Tyrande said as thin as an ant.

"Hey, hey. ”

"Here we go!"

Then he began to dictate the story of his second "Hearthstone Little Theater".

Long.

Halfway through Fenpida's narration, she suddenly stopped, much to Tyrande's surprise, and just as she was about to turn back to ask, she felt a masculine body behind her envelop her, and his right hand, which was holding the pen, was wrapped in his large hand.

The sudden situation stunned Tyrande, and when she reacted, she was surrounded by a sweetness, and Fenpida's romantic act melted her in an instant, and 10,000 years of loneliness were shattered by this romantic atmosphere.

Although neither of them spoke in the room, there was a sweet atmosphere in the air, making silence better than sound at the moment!

Silently moved to the priestess's ear, the elf's pointed ear full of temptation to Fenpida, "We... Let's finish the rest of the story. ”

His most sensitive ears felt the fiery words of Fenpida, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth, which made Tyrande a little intoxicated.

"Hmm. Tyrande replied softly.

This is where the romantic writing begins...

Although Fenpida enjoyed the extraordinary feeling of the priestess's arrival at the moment, he was also extremely helpless in his heart, and the thought of the night battle really made him a little powerless.

After meditating, I prayed for the night to be spared in this way... Exchange your sincerity for the sympathy of the other party, so that Tyrande will not veto his request.

...

In one afternoon, I finally completed all the stories of ten "Hearthstone Little Theater", and during this period of time, the two of them can be described as having a strong affection for each other, either touching each other's index fingers or picking. Tease the palm.

In a word... Very abusive dogs!

"It's done," said Tyrande slightly, how she didn't want this time to go on indefinitely, but time would always fade, and her wish was just a wish.

Fenpida replied lightly, then picked up ten pieces of white paper and looked at them, and couldn't help but nod and praise, "Your font is so beautiful, it's like a group of beautiful elves dancing!"

In the face of Fenpida's praise, Tyrande didn't care at all, at this moment she was still immersed in the unforgettable atmosphere just now, and she was still reminiscing about the romance brought by Fenpida.

"Write a name!" said Fenbida.

"Name?"

"Is it mine?" Tyrande asked, blushing.

Of course not!

Fenbida thought for a moment, of course this name could not be used by Tyrande's real name... A pseudonym must be used, and the name must be domineering!

It's so hard!

It's so hard to find a name like Fenpida!

Moment.

Finally, in a flash of inspiration, Fenpida thought of a name that did not lose its connotation, but was full of domineering, and it was pronounced very loudly!

That's it!

- Wang Laoji!

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