Chapter 97—Reaction (1)

Ye Zi’s dinner sneaked up to Dada’s game and went to the game. She was still in the dark cell. At this moment, there is only one person in the cell at the moment, and the flow of the year is not there. I should go down to eat. After thinking about this, Ye Ye licked his nose again. What does this person have to do with himself?

She sat down again and planned to find something for herself. She called out the official website to look at today's update, sort out what she had to do after going out of jail, and then walked around the forum without doing anything, and then she I saw the first hot post on the forum - "The love of taboos beyond hatred, the deep octave analysis of the fate of the first day of the opening of the new expansion pack! 》.

In fact, Ye Ci is not very interested in this gossip news. She usually goes to the forum to see more technical analysis stickers and analysis of various life skills. As for the gossip, it is rarely opened. However, this post is a bit too hot, Ye Zi looked at the release time of the post, probably more than two hours before now, actually has rushed to the position of the forum's first hot post, which makes Ye Ci can not help but curious, What kind of gossip is so crazy?

For a long time in the future, Ye Ye wanted to get rid of her hand. Why did she owe that hand to open the post? She even a little self-deception, she wouldn't be so passive if she didn't open the post?

Of course, there are no regrets in the world that can be sold. Therefore, these ideas can only exist forever and ever in the head of Ye Ci. The distance can be realized. It is absolutely impossible.

A photo, a paragraph, and the speculation of the innumerable netizens, so that the words can not wait to present a seam on the ground, let yourself plunged into it, do not come out for a lifetime. Why are there people taking pictures? Why didn't she find out? Also, why did she not have to look up and die at that time!

There are countless reasons why the photos on the forum keep turning in her mind as the leaves continue to look. She thought she couldn't see anyone anymore. With this kind of photo, with this post, how can she see people! How can she continue to play games! The most important thing is that these things will soon be known by Bai Mo, will be known by the guild, and will be known by her parents... When I think about what will happen later, I really want to kill myself, or Just don't regenerate at all.

Really, Ye Ye has never been so resentful about rebirth as it is now, although she has more than once thanked the rebirth for giving her a chance to relive her life, and thanks to rebirth so that he can compensate for all the mistakes of the past, but at this moment She would rather not be born again, but would rather jump directly from the glory building at that time and be sloppy! In short, how good is, it will not be worse than now!

There are still a lot of posts behind, and there are a lot of photos. When I saw the photos of the year and the photos that I had a hard time, I couldn’t stand it anymore.

No, no, she refuses to admit that the woman in the photo who has her eyes closed or even refuses to welcome is her, she does not admit it! She, the son is quiet! It is the strongest person on the Eastern Continent, the strongest person without any weakness, how could there be such a side!

Son, take me away! that's not me!

Ye Ye closed the forum, raised her eyes, but saw the standing year not far from her, and the flow year was staring at her with a deep scorpion. In her heart, it seems that the 100,000 Titanic was silent at the same time, which aroused the huge waves of the sky. When she didn't think about it, she stood up and rushed to the side of the passing year in a few steps, raising her hand toward him. Peach-like face pumped over!

The flow of the year is off the line. Looked at the time, only six in the morning, the United States is just dawn.

The sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, warm and hooded, and makes him feel warm. He sat in the game bin, picked up his eyes and looked at the sunlight outside the window. He only felt very glaring, so he climbed out of the game bin and walked toward the bathroom with the individuality, and opened the computer. .

Into the bathroom, the water opened in the year, debugged, let the bath water cool a little, slowly accumulated in the bathtub, and he walked out of the bathroom, went to the kitchen, poured a cup of milk, baked two slices of spit Secretary, he walked towards the computer in the study.

On the forum of Genesis, the flow of the year entered the background of the entire forum as the background manager of the forum. After a proficient operation, I found the small vest of the Asian Forum. He looked at the little vest and knocked on the corner of his mouth. This little traitor thought that he had handed over the forum to a large size. He thought that if the vest was not on the line, wouldn’t he reveal his identity? This may be able to get past Absalom and sing low to them, but how could you possibly win yourself? In fact, at first he knew that the vest was a fog in Asia, but he did not close him. This little guy often went online to sneak a sneak peek at everyone's dynamics. It was really cute like a little mouse. He thought that he was doing a seamless job. In fact, he was already seen by him.

He just felt that there was no need to seal his number. They had known each other for many years. When he first met him, he was still a child under the age of ten. When he vowed to say that he wanted to surpass himself, he felt that I saw the cleanest eyes in the world. With such a pair of eyes, I couldn’t bear to let him break all the thoughts.

Although, until now, he did not know why the fog of Asia was going to the East, but he knew that in fact, in the fog of Asia, I was afraid that these people and things on the Western continent made him feel worried.

Looking at the vest, I remembered what he said to himself before he left. He said, "The old man has a son in the East. I think you are very different from her. Would you like me to ask you about her?" Message? I mean all the news..."

At that time, I didn't even think about it and refused it. It was not only because he was ashamed of being aware of it at the time, but more, he really didn't think about it. Is it really ok to go on like this? And now, he can finally pat his chest and tell himself that he thinks well, he decided, he wants to find the woman, he has to set the woman.

Now that the decision has been made, it seems to be a stupid thing to have conditions to not use it. Although I don’t know why the Asian fog can detect all the news of the son of the son, it seems impossible to be in a guild, but he believes that the fog of Asia is a person who does not lie, is a person who is sure to do things, so He decided to accept the help of the fog of Asia. Just, don't know, will it be too late to accept his proposal now?

Even if it is too late, there is nothing. In the heart of the flow of the year, as long as you have the heart in the world, there is nothing that can't be done. So, the flow of the year immediately found the small vest of Asia's fog, sent him a message: "How much is your phone?"

After finishing this, I went to the official website and looked at the updated content. After drinking the milk, after eating two pieces of toast, he walked into the bathroom.

The year of the bubble was in the cool water, but he heard his phone ringing in the study, over and over again, which made him a little upset. However, he did not get up, or continued to soak in the water, let the cool water pass through the muscles of the firm skin, stimulating every inch of his peripheral nerves, making his thinking more acute.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in the bathtub. He remembered the scene in the wisteria garden. He couldn't help but smile. At that time, the panicked son was really amazed. It seems that the temperature on her lips still remains on her lips, so it is so calm that people can't calm down.

"Small words..." In the middle of the year, I read the name of the white son and shouted the son of the son. Is that her real name? The flow of years has narrowed his eyes, the curvature of his lips is getting bigger and bigger, and finally he has a big smile. It’s strange that this feeling is really strange.

Just after just playing the game, he has already begun to miss her. Missing her strength, missing her fierceness, missing her facelessness and anger, and missing her. Years of violently plunging his head into the water, so that he can not breathe, it seems that only in such a near suffocating environment, he can more deeply imprint all the things that happened before the offline line in memory, branded in life.

Light naked to the upper body, wearing pajama pants into the study room, in order to facilitate the game, he moved his bed from the bedroom to the big study, now he wants to sleep a little in the warm sun, so that Everything that happened in the Wisteria Garden became a dream of him. He sang songs in a pleasant mood, rubbed his hair with a big towel, went to his bed, and the phone rang again.

In fact, it should not be said that it sounded again. It should be said that from the beginning to the end, the phone did not stop.

Liu Nian picked up the phone and glanced at it. The caller ID is Fang Congshu. He raised his eyebrows. What is this guy calling himself now? Isn't he supposed to prepare a copy now? He flipped the caller ID in front of him. Hey, this guy has been screaming for more than forty calls in a row. Is it necessary to dry up his phone battery? What is so nervous?

The phone is still ringing, and the flow of the year is finally lazy: "Hey..."

"My ancestors, you can finally answer the phone! What are you doing! The game is off the assembly line, the forum is not online, the phone is not connected, you suddenly disappeared. You know that it is very annoying!"

"What annoyed? I am not your wife, disappeared and will not affect you." The year of the year, while wiping his hair, he took the milk cup and the toasted plate and walked toward the kitchen, and washed it by the way. Clean it up.

"How can it have no effect! Don't you know that you suddenly disappeared without seeing Mo Zhen (the name of the white fairy tale reality) will go crazy? She will find my wife when she is crazy, she will find my wife, my wife will run Comfort her, and I am unlucky! Isn't this an effect?"

The sneer sneered: "This is the trouble you are looking for, and it has nothing to do with me."

"You don't talk so passionately. So, everyone is a classmate. You don't look at the Buddha face. Even if you hate her entanglement, you have to give us some face and give us some room to live. You are Ok, no matter what you want, let us both wipe your ass, you are too unethical."

The indifference on the face of the dying year is even worse. He will definitely not be as thick as the Fangzongshu on this issue. It is definitely a clear line. Even if Fang Congshu has a lot of difficulties, he will never do this. Soft heart: "This is the trouble that your wife is provoked. If it is not that she has been doing it all the time, do you think that woman can be like this now? What is it about me? Is she obligated to respond if she likes me? Is there this? reason?"

"But, but..." Fang Congshu also knows that this is the trouble that his wife has come up with, but now he has no way but to find a new year.

"Oh, what the **** is going on, just say, don't give me a bend, I still want to sleep for a while." When he said Mo Zhen, he felt very unhappy, like eating a morning early in the morning but inexplicably eating a fly. Generally ~lightnovelpub.net~ Mo Zhen called Dandan to commit suicide, Dandan rushed to go, I have been calling you. Fang Congshu sighed and he was very annoyed. She was constantly using her own pity to influence her life, so that there is no calm in her life.

"She won't die." The cold year snorted: "When I was going abroad, she didn't say that she would commit suicide if I walked her? I walked the same, but did you look at her? Now it is not alive. Ok?"

"In case she is really dead?"

"Alarm, inform her parents to collect the body." Flowing years squinting at the scenery outside the window, the voice is indifferent without a trace of affection.

"You don't have to be so ruthless."

"Then let your wife accompany her for a lifetime." Liu Nian smiled: "My life, whoever does not want to intervene, let alone be a Mo Zhen, even if it is ten Mo Zhen, like my ten life, As long as I don't accept it, I have nothing to do with me."

"You..." Fang Congshu really said that he was a dying year, and he had to admit that he did make sense. He had to sigh: "Okay, but you, you want to live your life, you have been there. But I ask you not to make your own love full of storms, and you can make me too peaceful to do it?"

"What is the storm in the city?" The flow of the year was inexplicably described by Fang Congshu.

"You still don't know? You go to the forum yourself. Mo Zhen is watching the forum before he is going to die." Fang Congshu sighed again: "Get it, I will go and see what is going on, hang up." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)