Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 603 The Love and Killing Between the Reader and the Author (23)

Is her schedule very full?

The toilet ringing said that you have to fall in love with one of the goals to be considered as the real completion of the task. In the first grade of junior high school, I felt dizzy for a while. Those goals in front of me were all domineering presidents. Cannon, she doesn't like it even more, and she doesn't know where the confidence in the toilet came from at that time, but she believed that she would be able to do it?

"No, that host is dead, but the task has not been completed, so another person is needed to replace you. You are very suitable, so I choose to let you go. As a condition, I can resurrect you without any burden." Leaning on the chair The guardian withdrew his hand from knocking on the table.

His eyes were fixed on the virtual screen in front of him, and he saw a three-dimensional space on the virtual screen, and a girl was sitting in the space full of small grids. If Chuck saw it, she would definitely jump up and scream. Because what the guardian sees is the self before death.

The first day of the junior high who didn't know what he was being targeted frowned, then raised his head and nodded to the surroundings, "deal!"

There is no free lunch in the world, so when I woke up on the first day of the new year and saw Song Hanzhang and An Ci standing together, I was so angry that I almost passed out again.

"Jialuo!" Seeing that Chuyi finally opened his eyes slowly, Song Hanzhang was so nervous that he hadn't spoken yet, but seeing Chuyi rolled his eyes and was about to faint again, he immediately took a step forward and stroked his warm palm. On the cheek of the first day of junior high school, seeing the first day of junior high school slowly opened his eyes, he was relieved in his heart.

"Why is she here?" The first thing she said on the first day of the junior high school was not about water, nor about where it was, but about Song Hanzhang, asking him why An Ci was here.

Seeing that she had been named, An Ci pulled away Song Hanzhang who was in a panic and wanted to explain something, and looked down at the first day of the junior high school, his already cute face was full of grievances at this time, which made people feel pity.

It's just that this trick was useful for others, but it completely lost its feasibility in the first day of the junior high school, and didn't even give An Ci out of the corner of the eye, and the first day of the junior high school stared straight at Song Hanzhang.

How could this person attract An Ci everywhere, did he think he was a little flower?Where can you attract flowers and butterflies?
Song Hanzhang, who was stared at by the first day of the junior high school, shook his head helplessly, then turned his head and looked at An Ci with sharp eyes, "Don't you have something to say, now that Jia Luo is awake, you can say it."

An Ci's head was still tied with a thick bandage, and Song Hanzhang's words made her already pale face tremble slightly, and she slowly raised her head, her almond eyes overflowing with tears. shed tears.

"I'm sorry..." Before she could finish her sentence, An Ci covered her lips with both hands, trying to suppress the sobs from the corners of her mouth. She didn't know whether she was really crying or pretending to cry, but when her tears fell At that moment, Chu Yi clearly saw a glint of coldness flashing across her eyes.

Women really are horrible creatures.

Lying on the hospital bed, Chu, who was already in a mess of thoughts, felt his head hurt even more, "I'll hit you, you hit me, this matter is even, if there is nothing else, please go back first , I have something to say to my boyfriend."

In the first moment, he deliberately bit the word boyfriend very hard, and sure enough, after she gave the order to evict the guest, An Ci rushed out of the ward, covering her mouth.

"What's wrong? Your head still hurts?"

When An Ci ran out of the ward, Song Hanzhang didn't even look at her from the corner of his eye. All he could think about was the sentence he said in the first day of junior high school, "I have something to say to my boyfriend." '

(End of this chapter)