I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 52 Leaving Star Station Ticket?It's just plagiarism from the comics, how can it be! 【4 more】

early morning.

In the attic courtyard.

Yan Jiu held up his phone in one hand and a shovel in the other, lying and not writing a draft: "When I went, the two of them were struck by lightning. What witch stone? I didn't see anything else."

the same moment.

Headquarters of special state agencies.

In front of Ma Weiwei is a mobile phone with hands-free turned on.

She respectfully waited for Yan Jiu to hang up the phone.

Ma Weiwei repeated the words to the bureau chief, colleagues and uninvited guests in a serious manner.

On the opposite side of the General Administration of State Special Institutions and others, sat a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: "Do you believe what she says?"

Ma Weiwei put the phone in his pocket, and said truthfully: "If Master Hou Ming said something, I would of course consider it carefully, but I believe Senior Yan's words unconditionally."

Everyone: Are you playing double standards here?

The other person from Xuanmen wasn't too aggressive, he just smiled and said, "Isn't it too childish for Team Leader Ma to say this? After all, the Wushi is comparable to the existence of the Nine Magical Artifacts. If it is protected by it, who in our country would dare to commit crimes?" ?”

The horse choked slightly.

She knows the importance of the Nine Magical Artifacts, and she also knows that the value of the witch stone is undeniable.

a time.

Ma Weiwei couldn't find anything to say, and went back and forth.

Just when the Taoist people are complacent.

The person who always sat in the top seat raised his eyelids lazily, and he didn't move his position from beginning to end.

The man has curly hair and green eyes.

Every lash has laziness written all over it.

Eyes are as dazzling as inorganic emeralds.

The browbones and deep eye contours on the mixed-race face have a breathtaking sense of sharpness.

The long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

But there was a goshawk's keenness hidden in his eyes.

He was wearing a well-pressed shirt and black army trousers, with the collar buttoned to the jaw line. At a glance, he knew that he was a man who had the priority to choose a spouse for at least 60 years.

Lang Zongyi said: "Mr. Chen, if you want to test the theoretical knowledge of my subordinates, please show me a super mystical master qualification certificate higher than mine, otherwise, there will be less yin and yang here."

He rested his left arm lightly on the seat handle.

The window in the upper left corner happened to have a bright beam of light falling on his knuckle palm.

He was playing with a pierced mace in his hand, the sharp fangs glowing coldly.

Chen Cheng restrained his smile.

He didn't expect the bureau seat to end in person.

Today's matter only involved an ordinary funeral director, why did Lang Zongyi come forward! ?
He couldn't figure it out.

He just knows.

Don't try to get it today.

They can only find their own opportunities later.

at this time.

Liu Fei, who happened to come over to watch the big show, acted as a mediator: "I understand it. It's all because our team leader Ma has been unwell these days and his mood has fluctuated greatly. Please forgive me."

Hou Ming: "..." You've said that, if I talk about being angry again, don't you become a person who bullies women?
Chen Cheng: "..." Don't say you don't know that we are angry, it's you who are so angry!
Liu Fei said again: "I think the two of you seem to have hemorrhoids and can't sit still. Lin Han, hurry up and see off the guests."

Lin Han got up immediately.

The door of the meeting room was opened.

Show the meaning of chasing guests.

Wait until the Xuanmen people shake their sleeves and leave.

Ma Weiwei and others looked at Lang Zongyi who had closed his eyes again, and did not bother them very tacitly.

Lang Zongyi was the only one in the meeting room.

Lang Zongyi suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils constricted.

Evidently suffering from severe mental torment.

At this moment, the decorations in the conference room were manipulated and shaken by an invisible force.

Lang Zongyi took out a needle tube from his pocket. Inside the metal needle tube was a beautiful blue liquid medicine.

It can suppress his animal physique.

Don't let his blood run wild.

When the blue potion was slowly injected into Lang Zongyi's body along the vein in his wrist, the ornaments around him did not suffer the fate of being crushed.

Lang Zongyi rolled up his sleeves, revealing the lean and explosive muscle lines of his arms. It took only a moment for his whole person to go from lazy to meticulous.

His eyes are dark.

The number of riots is increasing.

It seems.

He has to prepare early.

Lang Zongyi flicked the phone screen with one hand.

I searched and found Yan Jiu's shop.

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at that time.

Yan Jiu was wearing sunglasses.

Basking in the sun in the yard.

Her PK is a failure.

But the horror anchor Yiga.

More and more people are following her.

In a disguised form, she increased her heat.

A rare weekend.

Yan Jiu gave the staff a vacation.

I didn't want to work overtime secretly to impress everyone.

this day.

On her left is a slightly warm stinky tofu, on her right is a series of comic books, and in her hand is the third chapter of a certain Mary Su comic.

The onlookers in this day's live broadcast room had enough eye addiction, and they didn't feel bored when they followed Yan Jiu.

[There is a feeling of quiet time. 】

[This warm little atmosphere, am I on the wrong channel?Not sure, look again. 】

[Jiu Ye: I bet with the gods, betting on your heartbeat for a moment. 】

【Jiu Ye, who is silent, is in love with love. 】

[The anchor is fine everywhere, except that he has a long mouth. 】

[User "I" initiated a forced marriage application to you! 】

[The one in front is thinking about eating, the anchor belongs to everyone! 】

【Okay, that faceless beauty is mine. 】

[How about it, friend Dou, if I marry one you marry the other, is it fair?Where can I get the certificate~]

[Welcome to the large-scale daydreaming scene. 】

None of the audience in the live broadcast room was bored, and they enjoyed such a peaceful time on the contrary.

It seemed to be looking at Yan Jiu.

The whole person can be sublimated.

Until there was a new netizen who entered the live broadcast room.

[Does Master Jiu also follow comics? 】

[I'm new here, can you ask the anchor to see when the new manga author I'm chasing will be updated, will it be unfinished? 】

[Sister paper, how dare you ask Master Jiu to watch people! ? 】

[A certain manga author: Don't introduce it! 】

Yan Jiu saw the exclamation mark out of the corner of his eye.

She flipped through the comments.

Immediately understood the reason.

Just click on the comic author mentioned by the netizen.

The ID is called "June's Left Hand", and its author is Two-dimensional hand-painted circle touch.

Yan Jiu didn't want to click on the other party's news.

Saw a short video of several creative segments.

System panel: [Ding!

Detection object: June's left hand,
Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality: 94%,
Time of death: After stealing the 834th drawing.

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [Every time plagiarism occurs, there will be a plagiarized person, Amen. 】

Yan Jiu looked at the comic book in hand and was relieved to make sure that the author of her comic hadn't plagiarized it.

She then looked at "June's left hand".

Forget the life story of the other party.

Netizens at that time saw Yan Jiu's state in the live broadcast, and were taken aback by their brains.

[Look at the anchor, there is a situation! 】

[The defense is broken. 】

[It's over, Barbie Q is over. 】

【There is an ominous premonition...】

Netizens in the live broadcast room saw Yan Jiu start tapping on the tablet through their mobile phones.

Their hearts moved with the sound of keys.

[@六月的左手, plagiarists, do you need a standing ticket to leave the earth?Let your stupid fans give you fifty cents, if you don't leave, you will never be able to leave. 】

"June's Left Hand", who was engrossed in playing with his mobile phone and waiting for the birthday party, heard the sound of Didi from the mobile phone.

He thought the writer he had hired had done the painting, or that the birthday party had been decorated.

one o'clock.

It was discovered that it was a brand new black fan.

He scoffed.

Just about to exit the page.

A bunch of private messages sounded his doubts.

[The left hand is big, did you really plagiarize? 】

【555, I don't believe the collapsed house! 】

【Hurry up and refute her! 】

[I will always believe that the left hand is big. 】

[What should I do, Da Da is about to panic, I don't know whether to comfort myself or Da Da. 】

"June's left hand" looked confused.

He just copied it.

How could it be Ga?

(End of this chapter)