My youth love story can definitely be written

...Do you not know how to turn off the sound and take pictures, this fool?

Biqigu slapped his forehead, and did not look at the Xuexia and her face, who started to get cold all at once, although it didn’t matter, but the tension and embarrassment of the connotation were completely written in Biqigu’s eyes. , Said to the three people in front of him,

"So three of you, that's the way it is, please contact us!"

"Ok."

Nodded, Rina was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, her expression was a little subtle,

"President Biqigu... Does this script seem to require six people?"

"Don't you still have a friend named Kawashima Yao and Nanase Akira? If you pull them in and add the script creator Sawakura Misaki, wouldn't it be enough for six people?"

"...You really make the best use of everything, you will grow up."

"Thanks for the compliment."

In other words, why does a stage play take the name White Album?

241 Winter

Why does a stage play have a script like a white photo album that makes people think of white Christmas, white Valentine’s day and other unlucky things for the time being, because there are not so many things like Biqigu now Yu Yu thought about such a mess.

He needs to get rid of the ignorant monster in front of him.

And to explain to the girl in front of you with panic and tears, it's best to sign a confidentiality agreement.

To be fair, although the things in the world have been completely disclosed to the public in name, the evidence that actually circulated is really only the original duel video... and it is still a coded version, at least after Qigu went to see it. There is absolutely no way to recognize from the mosaic-like thing that it is his own.

Moreover, the reactions of the students in several schools who had witnessed the original incident were also very strange. Someone secretly used magic and other means to obscure the impressions in their minds?Although I still remember this happened, I still remember seeing it with my own eyes, but when I really want to seriously think about who I saw at the first time, I will never remember who it was.Such subtle means, there are many in magic.

Otherwise, the experience of Biqigu would not be established. He was surrounded by people the day before, and all kinds of gifts were given. It was almost as if it had become a cash, and it was beaten back to its original form the next day.

Hey, I'm obviously looking forward to festivals like Valentine's Day.

But this is also a good thing, because even if these supernatural things are announced to the outside world, which guarantees everyone's right to know, it cannot change the fact that supernatural abilities are always only possessed by a small number of people, and capable people are always only a few.

We are heterogeneous.

Biqigu knows very well that in the current era, in such a society, if it is a different kind of society, what kind of things will happen? People nowadays will not fear you just because you have supernatural power. You protect them and they just Will appreciate you.

This argument is a bit biased. People who are grateful naturally exist, but in the same way, there will certainly be such people.

Why do I not have such power.

Envy, greed...All kinds of desires are flooded in people's hearts, so no one can predict what the consequences will be when one's own identity as a supernatural person is exposed to others' eyes.

But Biqigu probably doesn't need to worry about this.

Gap will produce jealousy and greed, but the sky will not, it will only make others fear... and despair.

Biqigu is an archangel, possessing power on par with God, and he is proud of the entire world.

But he didn't want to be hung up and incense.

At the thought that his portrait might be hung up and then put on incense to pray, Biqigu felt his scalp exploded.

And really want to expose his identity, the ghost knows whether there will be any crisis from the west.

You know, although Biqigu still only has the power of the Holy Light until now, it is reasonable, regardless of whether Lucifer is a character in the Christian mythology in the so-called original mythology, at least in most modern people. In his eyes, Lucifer, Satan fallen into hell, is the enemy of God.(It's too stupid to talk about Richard's information, it wastes so much time.)

The correctness of the myth depends on people.

"Hey, is it another food... You are so enthusiastic to deliver it to the door!"

Biqigu's thoughts were temporarily interrupted. He frowned as he watched the monster rushing up with a yell, and a touch of irritation gradually emerged in his heart.

"Too noisy."

He murmured dissatisfiedly, and lifted his right hand slightly than Qigu, and the pure and panic light burst from his fingertips. This light was bright but not dazzling. It expelled the surrounding darkness and illuminated Miura's cheeks.

There were still a few lines of tears hanging on her pretty white face, and the moist water droplets ran across, leaving traces of scars on the makeup on her face.

Biqigu sighed lightly, and without looking at the monster that had been turned into ashes by the warm light, he handed over a mirror to Miura.

"Hey, hurry up and touch up your makeup, you are going to become a painted cat."

Miura didn't take the mirror, so he looked at Biqigu in a daze, and then cried out with a sudden "Wow".

Looking at Miura sitting paralyzed on the ground, with golden wavy hair draped behind his back, Miura, who was crying with an arm on his face, felt that his entire brain began to tingle.

Really, what is afraid of.

Biqigu rubbed his temples with a headache, and looked left and right, or set up a soundproof barrier to expel idlers.

To be reasonable, if someone sees the current scene, he feels that he really has a thousand mouths. That's not clear. There are lonely men and women in the alleys at night, and women are still sitting on the ground and crying. What, he will be hacked to death.

Miura still kept crying, and Biqigu didn't comfort her. He just walked over and squatted in front of her, watching her cry silently, without saying a word.

When Miura's cries gradually ceased hoarsely, Bigiya sighed, hesitated, and reached out and rubbed her head.

"Cry enough?"

Miura stiffened, then slowly relaxed, and snorted.

"Ok."

"Then go, and you have to sign a confidentiality agreement to go back."

Biqigu stood up and teased,

"Don't find a portrait to incense me! I'm still a living person."

When I took the car to the base camp of the countermeasure room, Biqigu watched Huang Quan "common sense" and signed a confidentiality agreement for Miura.

Thinking of Miura's surprised expression when he saw Huang Quan just now, he couldn't help but laughed "pupu" again.

"What are you thinking... disgusting, making such a laugh."

"What kind of laughter did I make."

He cast a dissatisfied and evil look at the voice, and aimed at Tsurumi Rumi...and Tuguong Kagura and Huakaiyuan Yuluo that were separated from her.

"Huh, you must be thinking about something bad? Oh, Yahata has always been like this as expected, always so disgusting."

"Xiao Liumei... This is too rude..."

An awkward smile appeared on Kagura's face, and she gently pulled Liumei's sleeve to motion her to pay attention to her words and deeds.