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"... ..."

"I can't sacrifice the poetry." The death of the face descended from the sky, and the black wings behind the back were moving.

The night gods sitting on the steps raised their heads, and the half cheeks were hidden in the shadow, they looked a little weird.

His mouth seems to be slightly touched, the sound with a touch of hoarse: "It is what I kill the poetry."

"Ha?" The dead god broke the head, and the expression was puzzled.

"Of course, use death notes." Night god moon whisper explained.

"That's strange, death notes can't be killing." Garden lowered to look at the eyes of the night moon, he even talked more than night gods, "people who wrote the name will die." At the heart paralysis. "

"Of course, this I know, so I wrote the name of the poetry in the next page." The night gods were in a quiet, recalling the scene of the day.

......

"You are a devil." The dead god can get together, and the face is revealing the smile.

The night gods got up, deeply comfortable, the expression seems to be relaxed, but the eyes have a sorrow of a spun thing: "I loved the poetry to be killed in front of me, I will defeat the Kira request. Join the investigation, He will trust me because of sympathy ... "

Dead god stands up, he stared at the back of the night moon: "Month, you are more like death than the dead. The poetry is really love you, do you not love poetry?"

"This is ..." Night gods looked at the sky, and the expression on his face had completely disappeared, and he did not answer the question of Hagu.

......

I finally finished writing.

Luochuan lifted the magical phone to the side and got up from the sofa.

"Do you want milk tea?" Asked to the demon purple smoke when you were free.

"Ah? Want to." The demon salary spot should be taken.

"What is the taste?"

"Oh ... and the boss."

Luochuan nodded to sell milk tea before selling milk tea.

I want to choose the original taste.

"What are you writing here?" Luochuan handed milk tea to the demon, and asked.

"The story of" the burial in the glory. "The demon purple smoke puts down the magical mobile phone, and after answering milk tea."

"The rough story in the post on the magic mobile phone." Luochuan reminded.

"Well, I know." The demon purple smoke nodded. "I feel that some places are not reasonable, ready to make changes."

Luochuan : "Anyway, what you wrote, I don't interfere."

The demon purple smoke smiled when he heard this: "Hey, the boss, what are you writing?"

"That, the story of death notes." Luochuan picked up the magical mobile phone, "I just finished writing, do you want to see?"

"Well." The demon salastic smoke.

After handing the magic mobile phone to the demon purple smoke, Luochuan held a cup of milk tea next to it.

Drink a bite, rich fragrance, and cola is two types of drinks.

Say, what is the effect of milk tea?

Luochuan thoughtfully thought that it seems to be improved.

The demon purple smoke holds a picture of Luochuan, showing a picture on the screen.

Pure black notebook, although it seems to be ordinary, but faintly with unknown breath.

That's right, this is also Lochuan you do.

With curious, demon purple smashing pictures, continue to browse.

When I saw the first content, I suddenly frowned.

How to look so strange? It is completely unlikely to be written before the boss.

The heart is in a doubt and continues to browse.

The story of the death notes before Luochuan.

But there is a great difference than the use of specific text descriptions.

Just look at both eyes, the demon purple smoke quickly immersed in the story.

Luochuan opened the system light screen.

Light blue rays are condensed from half-air, and the light curtain will appear.

The above content is not much changed compared to us.

Luochuan's line of sight moved down and quickly dropped on the task.

Develop new products yourself ...

Hey, the system is really interesting.

I am not happy all day.

For Luochuan, the function on the magical mobile phone can completely and seamlessly with the system light curtain.

He turned off the personal information page and entered the live broadcast.

Nothing is good.

In the end, I chose the title name "Forest Survival", which is that he often looks.

Young people are sitting in the cave, with a pile of bonfires in front of them, and is roasting food.

It is fraud that can see the scene outside the cave, the snowflakes, the sight of the sight, and the silver is wrapped.

The meat stringing with a wooden skewer is in high temperature, showing a seductive coke yellow.

As being sprinkled, the bonfire suddenly made a bright flame.

It looks delicious.

Fortunately, Luochuan has just eaten dinner, and it is very full, and there is no feeling on this.

It's interesting to watch the bullet relative to watch live audience.

"The big night, you can do this to see this?" ! "

"I know it early. "

"It looks delicious ..."

"Well, it's almost." The youth smiled and took the roast string.

Be careful to blow, bite it, and nodded again: "Well, it tastes good."

The number of barcings has a lot.

After a while, Luochuan lost his interest.

I yawned and turned off the live page.

"The boss, the front of the story is different from how late?" The demon purple smoke pointed to the screen of the magical phone.

The content displayed on the screen presents two completely different ways.

"This, the previous style is too much trouble, so I will change it later." Luochuan answered.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this." The demon saber.

"How is this story look?" Qichuan asked.

"Very good." The demon purple smile, "I am looking forward to telling what the movie will make it."

Luochuan did not shoot movies, and no one knows the movie in the Tianzhu mainland.

but it does not matter.

He has a laminary.

This is enough to solve the difficulties of nine-nine.

In addition, it is completely sufficient, and the equipment and the like are not worried.

He does not believe that such a complete condition will shoot a movie that is mainly aimed.

Luochuan has hub yawning, he feels some sleepy.

The index closes the eyes and lying directly on the back of the sofa.

The awareness is gradually blurred, and it has entered the sleep.

The demon purple smoke holds a magical phone, completely immersed in the story.

When she saw the last "[Eggs]", there is still a feeling of being in a sense.

"What does this egg mean? I feel a lot of suspense in the story."

The demon smoke is whisper, soon noticed Luochuan, sleeping on the sofa, next to it.

She thinks about a few seconds, her face is close to, put Luochuan's head lightly on her legs, and bowes down.

"When you fall asleep, it is somewhat different ..."