The host of Kuaichuan is domineering
Chapter 1080 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard
Chapter 1080 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (24)
"Good quality blood is hard to find."
The man licked the corners of his lips, as if reminiscing, the blood in his eyes never faded.
"Out of about [-] people, only one person's taste can satisfy me."
He raised his red eyes and stared at Jiang Tang.
"So I'm always hungry."
"Is this one cup enough?"
"It's not enough, but if you drink too much, it will change its taste. Blood that has changed its taste is the most disgusting."
Jiang Tang crossed his arms and put down the bottle.
"Then let you drink the blood bag, it's really hard for you."
Song Naichao shook his head.
"He was afraid that you would be angry, so he drank it."
This "he" is another personality.
To Jiang Tang's surprise, the two personalities get along quite harmoniously. As for who is the master and who is the vice, Jiang Tang suspects that the other personality is the vice.
The main character was starved, and a sub-personality was born.
Of course, this is just Jiang Tang's guess. To be sure, he needs to get along with each other again.
In the next few days, Jiang Tang did not see another personality of Song Naichao.
Banban didn't urge her to complete the task as soon as possible, so Jiang Tang became lazy, eating and sleeping after eating every day, and as a model, a small circle of fat was raised on her belly.
The agent asked her to post more of her daily life with Mr. Song, and take advantage of this opportunity to clean up the whitewashing.
Jiang Tang strives for strength, one hair a day, two hairs a day.
Song Naichao is like an old antique, he doesn't know Weibo, let alone the strange speculations about him on the Internet.
Watching Jiang Tang brushing the tablet, he would come over to watch when he was free.
"How...how?"
He looked at the videos and photos on the page, and asked casually.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the plus sign on the page with his beautiful nails.
"Click this, edit and send."
"Send it out so everyone can see it?"
"Ah."
"How many people can see?"
Jiang Tang thought for a while, then clicked on his homepage and pointed to the number of fans on it.
"It depends on how many fans you have. If you have more fans, you will see more people. I have 600 million fans, so many people will like and repost the photos I post."
The original owner, as a senior internet addicted girl, usually likes to post some daily life clips and photos. Every time, there will be tens of thousands of comments, some boasting and scolding. The original owner was almost depressed by these black fans, but Jiang Tang did not not give a damn about.
Many people have never seen her with their own eyes, relying on some gossips that claim to be exclusive, they follow what others say.
She lives in the rumors fabricated by others. She is what everyone wants her to be.
How strange.
Looking good is plastic surgery.
To be rich is to be supported.
Being in a bad mood is playing big cards.
Luckily she has money, whatever they say.
……
Jiang Tang tapped on the comments on the screen, then opened them directly, and continued.
"How long have you lived?"
Song Naichao said without hesitation.
"More than 800 years, almost 900 years."
"That's really an old antique, have you learned it?"
Jiang Tang looked at his mobile phone, the screen was very clean, without any entertainment software.
Song Naichao thought about it, then nodded.
"Yes."
In the evening, Jiang Tang was eating takeaway after taking a shower, a large bowl of spicy crayfish and two extra pancakes.
The woman wore a cap of dry hair on her head, her face was facing the sky, with one leg raised high on the marble steps, she was stretching her neck to peel lobster shells, her mouth was full of greasy food.
This is good in modern society, you can eat whatever you want with your mobile phone.
He was eating vigorously, when suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes.
Jiang Tang raised his head and saw Song Naichao holding a mobile phone, aiming at his forehead.
(End of this chapter)
"Good quality blood is hard to find."
The man licked the corners of his lips, as if reminiscing, the blood in his eyes never faded.
"Out of about [-] people, only one person's taste can satisfy me."
He raised his red eyes and stared at Jiang Tang.
"So I'm always hungry."
"Is this one cup enough?"
"It's not enough, but if you drink too much, it will change its taste. Blood that has changed its taste is the most disgusting."
Jiang Tang crossed his arms and put down the bottle.
"Then let you drink the blood bag, it's really hard for you."
Song Naichao shook his head.
"He was afraid that you would be angry, so he drank it."
This "he" is another personality.
To Jiang Tang's surprise, the two personalities get along quite harmoniously. As for who is the master and who is the vice, Jiang Tang suspects that the other personality is the vice.
The main character was starved, and a sub-personality was born.
Of course, this is just Jiang Tang's guess. To be sure, he needs to get along with each other again.
In the next few days, Jiang Tang did not see another personality of Song Naichao.
Banban didn't urge her to complete the task as soon as possible, so Jiang Tang became lazy, eating and sleeping after eating every day, and as a model, a small circle of fat was raised on her belly.
The agent asked her to post more of her daily life with Mr. Song, and take advantage of this opportunity to clean up the whitewashing.
Jiang Tang strives for strength, one hair a day, two hairs a day.
Song Naichao is like an old antique, he doesn't know Weibo, let alone the strange speculations about him on the Internet.
Watching Jiang Tang brushing the tablet, he would come over to watch when he was free.
"How...how?"
He looked at the videos and photos on the page, and asked casually.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the plus sign on the page with his beautiful nails.
"Click this, edit and send."
"Send it out so everyone can see it?"
"Ah."
"How many people can see?"
Jiang Tang thought for a while, then clicked on his homepage and pointed to the number of fans on it.
"It depends on how many fans you have. If you have more fans, you will see more people. I have 600 million fans, so many people will like and repost the photos I post."
The original owner, as a senior internet addicted girl, usually likes to post some daily life clips and photos. Every time, there will be tens of thousands of comments, some boasting and scolding. The original owner was almost depressed by these black fans, but Jiang Tang did not not give a damn about.
Many people have never seen her with their own eyes, relying on some gossips that claim to be exclusive, they follow what others say.
She lives in the rumors fabricated by others. She is what everyone wants her to be.
How strange.
Looking good is plastic surgery.
To be rich is to be supported.
Being in a bad mood is playing big cards.
Luckily she has money, whatever they say.
……
Jiang Tang tapped on the comments on the screen, then opened them directly, and continued.
"How long have you lived?"
Song Naichao said without hesitation.
"More than 800 years, almost 900 years."
"That's really an old antique, have you learned it?"
Jiang Tang looked at his mobile phone, the screen was very clean, without any entertainment software.
Song Naichao thought about it, then nodded.
"Yes."
In the evening, Jiang Tang was eating takeaway after taking a shower, a large bowl of spicy crayfish and two extra pancakes.
The woman wore a cap of dry hair on her head, her face was facing the sky, with one leg raised high on the marble steps, she was stretching her neck to peel lobster shells, her mouth was full of greasy food.
This is good in modern society, you can eat whatever you want with your mobile phone.
He was eating vigorously, when suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes.
Jiang Tang raised his head and saw Song Naichao holding a mobile phone, aiming at his forehead.
(End of this chapter)
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