"..."

The expressions of Lianhua and Yan Moai changed.

Lianhua naturally understood the meaning of this, and Yan Moai had also heard of it.

Li Yan's previous destiny was not happy... and he died of fate.

After listening to it, Li Yan began to recite, imitating the tone, and sang: "Snowflakes flying bells are very clear, there are old people and reindeer in fairy tales, and we laughing in the reflection, full of happiness and snowflakes jumping. Dancing, Christmas tree with colorful gifts, put on Christmas hats and red clothes, if you want to write blessings on the Christmas card, take happiness home and pass on happiness..."

Lianhua and Yan Moai listened quietly...

Until the lyrics were all over, the girls from **** didn't say a word.

The lyrics are full of happiness.

Hell girls often hear such tunes when dragging others to **** on Christmas... Now that they understand the meaning, they suddenly feel mixed.

"Really beautiful lyrics..."

Finally, Lianhua lowered her head and said.

When Li Yan realized that something was wrong, Yan Moai's expression became a little unnatural, and there seemed to be some tears in Lianhua's lowered cheeks.

"Sorry, am I..."

Li Yan was silent and asked cautiously.

"It's not wrong at all. You successfully disturbed our mood. From now on, just bow your head and admit your mistakes like this."

Lianhua closed her eyes, raised her head, showing a serious expression, and said.

But after seeing Li Yan's complex expression, she smiled and said, "Just kidding... you are still a person who doesn't know how to joke."

"..."

Yan Moai's eyes became confused, and her slender eyelashes silently conveyed her feelings.

The girls from hell, all have experienced inhuman life...

Is this a coincidence? By the way, none of the people who spend Christmas here are like Christmas songs.

Listening to the song of Christmas Carol now, it seems...like a satire of reality.

However, Yan Moai looked at Li Yan faintly. This flame is like a blazing flame in the dark winter, even if it is swallowed up by the darkness, they are now lucky to feel the warmth that has been tangible and has been lost...

The cursed and tortured **** girl could not have felt the warmth.

At night, it was 8:00.

Two young girls wearing Christmas hats walked out of the apartment building. Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, they still held this three-person Christmas party perfectly.

After being in a good mood, Lianhua said goodbye to Yan Mo'ai a little bit, a black reversal butterfly was drawn in the darkness, swept across Lianhua's body, and disappeared into this moonless night.

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the two **** girls leaving at the door.

He didn't know why, but he felt that the late Christmas was not bad this time, and he had a very fulfilling life.

Back in his apartment room, he officially started his own business.

Preparation for the exam, as it was getting closer and closer to the end of the freshman semester, the terrifying first college exam was about to begin, and Li Yan had to prepare a little bit. Maybe the professor was not satisfied, so it wouldn't be good if the professor was dissatisfied with it.

What's more, it's work.

Li Yan's second light novel work is actually already ready.

The first work is expected to be completed at the beginning of next year, and the outline of the second volume needs to be written in advance. This time, he originally hoped to write about the theme of monsters to be put on hold for the time being, he suddenly wanted to write a new work that had no superpowers, no fist fights, and only daily campus.

He secretly pinned his desire for the future of ordinary daily life in this second work...

As Li Yan was writing, suddenly, a group of intense purgatory flames burst out of the sky in front of his balcony, roaring in the turn, carrying Yan Moai soaring in the snowy night sky.

"Sir childcare, look at it, Santa Claus!"

"...No, Santa's car is not like this, it should be more powerful."

Conna's conversation with Thor made Li Yan wonder how to complain.

However, Li Yan didn't know that in the darkness of the carriage, the girl sitting quietly in the seat looked at Feixue outside the window, wearing a Christmas hat with no expression, but secretly humming the title in her mouth. For the tune of "A Christmas Carol"...

Chapter 281

Late at night, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

The lights in Room 505 in the apartment building have been turned off for a long time.

In the bedroom, the clock hung on the wall ticked around in the silent night.

In the quiet night, in the bedroom, the figure of the young man who wrote that it was late at night was already in bed, quietly blowing on the heating, looking like exhausted, fell on the bed and fell asleep. The moonlight after the snow spilled on him through that window, and the night was so quiet, there was no noise at all.

The windows that are not closed secretly blow into the uniform night breeze, like a ripple.

"...!"

In a trance, Li Yan opened his eyes.

Before his eyes, there was a huge round of bright moon.

For some reason, he knew he was in a dream, but he returned to the place he had dreamed once again.

This is the case, is it here again? !

Li Yan stood blankly in a sea of ​​white flowers growing among the crisp leaves. The gorgeous flowers were blooming gently in the moonlight, the dark and bare stones were everywhere, and the surrounding dense woods were bursting. A blast of night wind made a sound like sea waves.

Almost, exactly the same as the dream state I saw last time...

A barren land, but why... it always looks so familiar in his memory?

Suddenly, a slight noise from stepping on the ground once again alarmed Li Yan.

Li Yan looked back, and finally saw the figure hidden in the darkness, so familiar but hard to remember, as if this person was waiting for him to come back here.

Unfortunately, this figure realized that after Li Yan noticed this, he turned around and fled.

"Please wait a minute!"

Li Yan was startled, and hurriedly chased after him in a hurry.

On the road illuminated by moonlight, the strange clouds in the sky rolled up, blocking the moon’s light from time to time, and on the light and dark deserted road, Li Yan always felt that he seemed to be running in a mass grave. What made him more disturbed was that , Why is the feeling of running so real.