Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Hurry, is a cartoonist.

Really a cartoonist.

I don't know how much higher the status is than Fang.

If Fang Mo's comic level has about tens of thousands of fans, then his fans are tens of millions.

This gap is simply a gap.

However, in the comics industry, there is actually no irrational thing to do because of status or envy.

For this reason, even if the opponent's status is very high, Fang Mo has never been sour.

Hurry did not say coldly to Fang Mo because he had few fans.

This kind of thing will never happen in a group of cartoonists. Every cartoonist feels the most peaceful, because they vent a lot of blood on weekdays, and every one of them The drawings can be said to be emotional.

The existence of such a premise also led to Fang Mo's happiness.

"Everything can be a mother. It seems feasible. Even a building has become a mother. Are you interested in drawing a comic like this afterwards?" Fang Mo shouted to the other side. .

There was no answer in a hurry, he was controlled.

Fang Mo could see clearly.

Therefore, he could only shook his head and said faintly: "It seems that we can only rescue people first, and then talk about this, but this guy lives in a really good location. I checked before, Donghai. The average price of real estate in the city started at 30,000 yuan. If it is in the center of the city, I am afraid that there will be more than 100,000 yuan per flat, rich people!"

With emotion, he left the place with a bang.

First, he searched in other rooms.

He took out the curtains one by one, just a random roll, which is the best rope. He found about more than 20 houses, and finally added sheets and the like, which is enough to make up two hundred meters. about.

He didn't dare to delay, he rushed out of the room and glanced at the monster like that building. After seeing that the other party was still doing something, he shook his head and sighed: "What a damn thing, son of a turtle, really What's so special is a tortoise son. Others are struggling to survive, or they are trying to survive, but you are so special. You do something like this here."

"If you appear in the comics, then you are definitely a proper villain." After he finished speaking, he shouted to the other side: "Hey, are you ready?"

After shouting, he found a big rock and tied it to the other side. After doing a rough calculation, he nodded after thinking that his drag would not cause the rope to break.

At this time, the opposite answered.

"I'm very interested in what you said, and I can study and study together in the future. Cough cough cough, we are ready, you throw the rope over, but how far is the distance between us? Is it more than ten meters? Now? If I can’t see it, I dared to climb over. If I can’t see it, I guess... I’ll be shocked.”

In the hurried tone, there was great excitement and a little bit of panic.

One characteristic of cartoonists is that they are naturally adventurous.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to produce so many adventure comics.

Of course.

Most cartoonists actually take risks in their own homes, and only a few want to take risks outside.

It just so happened that Fang Mo was one of them, although he didn't take any risks.

It is precisely because of this character that he quickly adapted to the end times.

And the rush on the other side is obviously not much different from him.

and so.

After thinking about it, Fang Mo still didn’t tell the truth. Instead, he lied: “Yes, the distance is only about 20 meters. You can come over as long as you climb, and I’ve tested it. Five people, that is, you came here five times. Don’t be afraid. Between these two buildings, it happens to be a little higher on your side. You can slide down completely. I will take you. Just hurry. Up."

After thinking about it, he felt that people might not be able to hold on for that long, so he added another sentence: "Uh, if it's best, find a rope or something to tie your hands and feet."

"Oh, it's that simple? I understand, I understand!" He quickly agreed, and then waved his hand: "Hurry up, this monster doesn't know how long it can last. If it's anything, we can just Ruined."

"Okay, okay, all of you should prepare too!" Fang Mo said, picking up the very small stone with one hand, and threw it over.

His current control of power can be regarded as terrifying, so the stone fell on the roof of the opposite building exactly according to his prediction.

See this stone.

Most people breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just heard that sound, it seems to be far, far away, and now I know it is so close!"

"Yes, this is too close, otherwise he wouldn't be able to throw such a big rock."

"I can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Well, who will come first? I have a rope here. Just tie your hands and you can pass."

A man stood up, a middle-aged man, holding scissors and pieces of rope in his hands.

At the first glance, he placed it on Hurry.

After all, this guy just agreed just now.

After being looked at by this gaze, there was a hint of excitement on his somewhat immature face, and he pointed to his cheek and said, "Is it me? Is it me?"

Hold the grass, you really do not live or die!

The guy opposite is so special.

Cartoonists, who are these people?

It seems, just like Te Mo's novel authors, they are all perverts.

Other people set their sights on another person.

That guy is exuding a very cold breath. This guy is an author. His name is Longlong. They don’t know exactly what the author is. They just know that this guy is a calm group, comparable to the hasty. Kind.

Turning his head hurriedly, he glanced at Long Long who was sitting there, waved his hand and said, "Then I will pass first?"

"Yeah!" Long Long nodded without any extra words, then walked to the side on his own, tied the rope that Fang Mo had made to the stone pillar next to him, and said indifferently: "You come first. I will shout afterwards and I will pass by the second."

"Go!" He nodded in excitement, and then tied his hands and feet with the help of other people. He was pushed by Longlong and started to pass.

"Yo roar!"

"Yo-hoo-yo-hoo-yo-hoo!"

"Hey...hey, this seems to be more than 20 meters, right?"

In the air, he was yelling like Tarzan, but in an instant, he reacted. The distance of twenty meters has already passed, but obviously he has not seen the guy opposite.

That guy who specializes in drawing some warm cartoons.