In the past, Southbank used to hire assistants to color her drawings. But at this time, she filled the comic manuscript with blood little by little, and the rich red even stained her eyes red, which made her excited.

- It's going to be done, it's going to be finished soon!

But when she squeezed the pen tightly and was about to finish the last stroke-

Crash!

The deafening sound of shattering exploded in Nan'an's ears, and she suddenly looked up and looked at it, only to see a ghostly white shadow holding a hammer, smashing the glass of her study window to pieces!

Who is it?!

A scene that was staged like a horror story made the South Bank look at it when it was panicked.

Xianxian's body has excellent bouncing power, so the third floor of the villa is not a problem for her at all.

After she lifted the hammer and smashed the glass, she casually threw the hammer away, stepped into the window, and settled in the room with a figure wrapped in the summer night wind.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

On one side, the girl stepped on a piece of broken glass, her white silk pajamas rippled in the wind, her face was beautiful, and her blue eyes were filled with coldness.

On the other side –

"Shhh

Nan'an took a breath of surprise, and his mature and sexy face appeared in disbelief and surprise, he didn't think at all why the character he was going to draw to die appeared in front of his eyes at this time.

But she couldn't care about that much.

Looking at the unkind appearance of the immortal, Nan'an chose to calm down quickly, and some bloodshot burst out from the place where the white of his eyes were white.

The matter has come to this point, as long as the sketch in her hand is completed, the other party, this cat character born in her pen, will definitely die!

For no reason, she just has this self-confidence. It was even more inexplicable, at the same moment when she saw the fairy, she suddenly had a sense of crisis in her heart.

If the other party doesn't die, then her fate may not be very good.

But the immortals are all standing here, how can they let the other party continue to complete the operation of killing her?

Seeing Nan'an's quick pen, Xianxian also moved like the wind, his figure flashed, and a roundabout kick kicked away the pen in Nan'an's hand.

The skirt of the pajamas is like a flying butterfly, crossing the shadow.

Then there was a bang! The cold voice of the immortal sounded at the same time:

"In this case, it seems that we don't need to introduce ourselves-"

"Nan'an, I want to tell you that although you are the creator who gave life to 'me', you are not qualified to take my life!"

"I'm an individual, not a piece of paper that you let the slaughter."

The pen in Nan'an's hand flew away and landed not far away, and her whole body slammed into the wall with the swivel chair under her seat because of the sudden force, her head involuntarily tilted back, and her head slammed into the wall and knocked out a large bag.

She screamed in pain.

Anger made Nan'an's eyes red, but hearing Xianxian's words, her mind suddenly calmed down.

How the girl knew she was going to take her life was not the point. The point is that I can't play the role I write now.

Glancing at the paintbrush that had landed in the distance, the South Bank heard the sound of a small tear in his ears again.

Xian Xian walked to the table, picked up the sketch on the table, and tore it to pieces in three strokes and five by two, directly putting an end to Nan'an's idea of killing her with this.

But looking at the girl's outstretched white wrist, another thought crossed Nan'an's mind.

Since the comics are destroyed at this time, then she will kill the other party directly!

Then transfer the corpse to the comics.

In the flash of thought, Nan'an, who had a painful and angry face, suddenly changed his expression, revealing a blank look: "...... Who said, I'm going to kill you? ”

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