"Do you think anyone would believe it?" Zuo Weiyang felt that Ji Weiliang's lie was too fake, how could anyone believe it.

"It's not that you can't believe a lie, it's whether you want to believe it or not." Ji Weiliang touched his scattered hair, "The Red Rainbow Realm also knows that their defeat is decided, and the only chance to win is the Avatar Cultivator, they will definitely destroy my reputation, and this is also what I want."

"They all feel that you are the only one in Yuezhou who is opposing the Red Rainbow Realm, and you are indeed their biggest target." Zuo Weiyang looked at Ji Weiliang fixedly, "Aren't you worried about yourself?"

"Me? I have nothing to worry about." Ji Weiliang sneered, "I'm such a conceited person, I have taken advantage of other people's feelings, I have already let it go."

Zuo Weiyang gave up his position, Ji Weiliang got out of bed, and walked out of the military tent, "Kill to kill, stop war with war, when I set off with a knife, I didn't think about turning back."

Outside the tent, Ji Weiliang lowered her head and coughed violently, her time was running out, and if she didn't solve the Red Rainbow Realm as soon as possible, her body couldn't hold it.

"If I die, not a word about me and that kid in Xizhou will be revealed."

The wind was strong, ruffling her withered yellow hair and obscuring her low words.

"Do you really like him?" Zuo Weiyang is not angry, a person who left at a critical moment, why should Ji Weiliang continue to protect him.

"It's not about liking, it's something I owe him."

And at this time, in the dream world, a girl yawned and rolled over in bed.

Ji Weiwei, graduated from the second book, has no long things, no long skills, average appearance, average personality, except for being very ordinary, there seems to be nothing special.

At present, I make a living by painting, designing drawings in the company during the day, and picking up some random work at night, starving to death, and not making much money.

"Dada, can you help with some peripheral design?"

The communication software was ticking, Ji Weiwei hurriedly stepped forward to say goodbye, and then checked it carefully, "Grandpa Fortune, bless and bless!"

Perimeter?

Ji pouted slightly, generally speaking, the surrounding areas are made by fans themselves, and they often find acquaintances when they take them out, and there are many disputes and not much money for this kind of order.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy at this time, so I may not be able to catch up." Ji said politely.

"Dada, I've always watched your short comics, I like your painting style very much, I'm in the sports circle, there is a shooting athlete, who has retired, his name is Ling Jinxi, he is my idol, he has been in a car accident now, so I want to give him some gifts in the name of the fan base, but I don't know how to make these things myself, and I don't understand, can Dada help?"

Along with the earnest words, there are even more earnest red envelopes.

Looking at the two thousand red envelopes, Ji Weiwei felt that this was simply obligatory.

The hand is faster than the eye, and the red envelope is received.

"Three support posters, three keychains, three hand-painted, one wool felt, and a doll, and hand them in within a week." At this price and time, Ji Weiwei is definitely a conscientious painter.

"Okay, thank you, Da."

"But you'll have to get it through in time, and I'll only accept minor changes." The time is so short, and it has been greatly changed, and Ji Weiwei is not full-time, how can he do it.

"Dada, this is Ling Da's life resume, and there are some things we want to say to him, Da Da has time to take a look."

Ji Weiwei nodded to receive, looking at the huge compressed package, Ji Weiwei simply searched for Ling Jinxi first.

"Well, it's been ten years since I retired, and there are still fans to support, it seems to be really powerful." As the picture loads over, a teenager, holding a gun in one hand, stands in the middle of a sea of people.

Graceful and elegant, like a reef that never retreats before the waves.

I can't say what looks good, but he is good-looking, the muscles wrapped under his tracksuit, his gloved fingers, the shadows under the brim of his hat......

Ji was slightly stunned, someone looked so in line with her aesthetics?!

In the next one, the teenager tilted his head, held up the medal, and smiled brighter than the sun.

The next one, he wears knee-length baggy sweatpants,

The gray-green short-sleeved T-shirt looks like an ordinary street boy, but he is holding a gymnastics ribbon in his hand and smiling a little silly.

Photo after photo, in Ji Weiwei's eyes, Ling Jinxi was a little real.

His health was not good, so he was persuaded to retire from the martial arts team, joined the shooting team at the age of nineteen, and was persuaded to retire in less than three months.

However, he eventually returned to the ring, and at the age of 24, he won his first international gold medal and completed his studies to return to the shooting team.

Thus began his domination of the sport, which lasted for ten years, hundreds of events, except for two second and one third, contracting all the gold medals.

The absolute ruler of the shooting range, known as giving him a target, he can control the breathing of everyone in the entire arena, the existence of real Hawkeye.

However, he is already married, and his wedding ring can be seen all the time except for competitions.

And the reason for his retirement was that he hit a journalist.

Under the retirement news, Ji Weiwei saw a lot of ugly words, saying that his wife was a vegetative person, he was a pervert, and he married his wife for perverted ideas.

There are also various speculations about the scarlet news, saying that he deliberately found a shield just to play the world.

Countless malicious speculations, countless vicious words, even after he retired, did not stop.

"How scared those people are of you, you're retired, they're going to do everything they can to slander you." Ji sighed slightly and opened the compressed package sent to her by fans.

In the first picture, he is standing in the snow, holding something in his hand, smiling slightly.

Intuition told Ji Weiwei that it was a lost bug. Five

Inspired to burst, Ji Weiwei hurriedly threw himself on the drawing board.

Gentle eyebrows, no sharpness of the field, smiling lips, red and gorgeous, the heavy winter clothes can't stop his delicate silhouette, he is like a gentle god, holding up the dawn of the morning.

At three o'clock in the morning, after finishing the painting, Ji lay on the drawing board with a slight detachment, his fingers sliding over the lips of the person in the painting.

For some reason, she wanted to cry, this person should be very happy, obviously he is not unhappy, but she just thinks that he should be happier.

"How can a man fight for his life?"

Why does this person have to fight with fate so much?

Ji Weiwei turned off the light and went to bed, she has to go to work tomorrow, she has to sleep, she should sleep.

Yes, as a part-time worker, she has to learn to control herself, and at work, she can't be tired or emotional.

No matter how much she had on her mind, she couldn't afford to ignore her work.

In the ward, Ling Jinxi opened his eyes, his heart was stunned, he seemed to have had a long dream, a sad and happy dream, subconsciously fiddling with the ring finger ring, Ling Jinxi was suddenly stunned, how could he have a wedding ring?