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Hill's plan for the development process of this girl group is as follows: First, release an album directly, then participate in variety shows, guest movies, interviews, and hold concerts after the popularity is almost accumulated.
The long-prepared rock band can also be launched, and Hill named them Death Fugue after a poem by the famous poet Celan.
Together with the Fallen Angels Orchestra, these three companies can create a talent show variety show, and they can serve as judges. The contestants are naturally both humans and demons. It must be interesting to compete on the same stage. Then it's a virtuous circle.
The general plan is like this, and there are many specific details. Hill recorded this in a few pages torn out of his notebook. Then he directly raised the papers in the air, and then threw a dart with his hands to firmly staple the papers to the wall over there. The movements are clean, agile, capable and handsome, which indicates that Hill's subtle manipulation of magic power has reached the point of perfection.
At this moment, Hill was in his study.
He made his own study next to the bedroom, anyway, the entire Blackrock Tower is his, and he can do whatever he wants.
He was sitting on a brown soft leather sofa at this time, and there were some interesting gadgets on the table in front of him. There are darts inserted in bamboo tubes, a string of wild boar tusk necklaces hanging from the darts, handicrafts of various races, masks decorated with palm leaves, flutes made of bones, snare drums, and headdresses made of bright feathers. Hill went to the territories of some races, and their children sometimes presented him with gifts made by themselves, and Hill brought them back.
One wall of the study room is covered with paper filled with words, and Hill looks through these notes every night to make sure he doesn't forget important things. After all, he has too many things to manage now.
Hill looked at the sticky note in the upper left corner.
The buildings on the floating island of the fallen angels were officially completed, and many races were envious and jealous.
Hill plans to rectify the dark elves next. The general style of the dark elves' habitat remains unchanged, and there are too many things that can be improved in other aspects. Except for the fire elemental elf cooks, the dark elves were the first race to start producing goods for the Demon World shopping mall, so it was only right for Hill to do so.
Give it to the black dwarves after finishing it for the dark elves, and then the skeletons... Hill thought about it, and then wrote down the details in his mind on paper, then pulled out the dart in the upper left corner, and took out the latest piece of paper. Place it on top of the original stack of paper and re-staple the darts to the wall.
Hill's eyes flicked to another piece of paper.
The railway between the habitats of the major races has been built. Hill plans to openly recruit a group of railway staff, and the railway company will be managed by the black dwarf. Oh, and another paladin will be inserted. Hill likes to have paladins scattered across the management of these divisions, and they've really helped a lot.
Well, thinking of this, Hill drove a car in his mind.
Like to put paladins into various departments.
Like to put the paladin in the body (… ).
Cough, what was he thinking... Do business, do business.
By the way, Monroe is also down to business.
…
Hill was lost in thought, and after a few seconds he convinced himself that he was too busy recently, and he needed to relax and relax, well, let’s do that for today, let him take a day off. Hmm... By the way, call the Dark Pope Monroe back, he needs to know some latest information about the Dark Holy See.
But he's been really busy lately.
After the filming of "Fairy Tale Hotel", he was overwhelmed by the delays in filming, but soon "Fairy Tale Hotel" was blocked again. Although it seemed that Hill just made an announcement, in fact he I also did a lot of things and thought a lot, which is very tiring. Immediately afterwards, because of the closure of "Fairy Tale Hotel", the girl group's plan was advanced. It was really difficult to shoot those MVs, and the post-editing was exhausting.
As for things like cultural differences, take your time.
The cultural differences between humans and humans can scare an individual to death, let alone humans and demons. Once a woman in ancient Egypt wanted to dedicate her first time to a golden bull, which was actually a black bull with special patterns on its body. The main activity of the pharaoh in ancient Egypt during the sacrifice was to run around the pyramid, clockwise and counterclockwise, and another way of sacrifice was to let him masturbate against the Nile River... Hill guessed that this was to show the pharaoh's physical fitness Bar. This is ancient times, but not only in ancient times. In modern times, many people in India believe that cow urine can cure diseases. A high-ranking government official brought cow urine with him whenever he had nothing to do. People have a taste.
This is too hot...
By the way, in Hindu mythology, the Ganges is the liquid that flows from Shiva and his wife after having sex for days and nights.
Hill was distraught after watching it. It's really scary.
In short... I was really busy some time ago, and there is no special urgent matter now, so let him rest for a day, alas.
So Hill slipped back into the bedroom and went to bed early, took out his mobile phone and read online articles for a while, and saw that the time-traveling hero bit himself hard after traveling to another world, and the blood came out from the bite, and then he said: It hurts so much , this is not a dream, this is real.
It's this kind of drama again. Hill thought, it seems that every male video novel has to have a bite after time travel... Forget it, there is a certain reason, it is not normal to separate the "bite". Next time he writes that the main character bites himself, and... then how about being unconventional? Oh, after the protagonist took a bite of himself, the protagonist felt that he was delicious, hehehe, the whole book is over.
— turned into a ghost story in a second.
While reading the novel, Hill complained indiscriminately. After reading the novel for a while, he turned on station B to refresh the video, and laughed for a long time under the quilt.
And then... the phone dies.
a bolt from the blue.
When most people play with their mobile phones on the bed, after the mobile phone runs out of power, whether to go to bed immediately or get out of bed to charge, this is a matter of postgraduate study. What's more, Hill's power supply is in the basement of Blackstone Tower, ah, what a crime... I may need to use my mobile phone tomorrow, so it's best to go down and charge it now, but I'm so lazy, can I let Erwin go. But Irwin's control over magic is not as good as Hill, and Hill is worried that he will break the phone.
Hill himself was depressed for a while, and got up resignedly to recharge his batteries...
Hill this night was not a devil, and almost completely returned to the state on Earth.
He sat on the ground and fed magic power to the magic circle, and placed his mobile phone in the middle of the magic circle. It takes about 20 minutes to charge. In fact, it can be faster in theory, but Hill is worried about damaging the battery, so go slow.
While sitting on the ground, he stared at the flickering light of his mobile phone and thought, was he also so carefree in the past
No, no, no matter where and what time we live, we all have our own troubles and worries. People have no long-term worries, but near-term worries. The things that troubled me when I was young, seem to be trivial things when I grow up, so don't worry about it. But those troublesome things are real at that age. If you deny it, it is a typical lack of empathy and a typical lack of empathy. It is the same reason that some parents feel that the troubles of adolescent children do not matter.
What determines whether you are troubled or not is actually your heart, not external factors - of course the external world also has influence.
The self on earth doesn't have to worry about being stabbed in his old nest.
…
Well, what he was talking about was that the Church of Illuminati was messing with the Demon World again, and that sentence wasn’t talking about pornography.
If it's ghs, "the old den was stabbed" is acceptable... cough... what is he thinking. quack.
Although the earth is safe, it is impossible to get in touch with these magnificent scenery, to know so many amazing people, and to be with...
Footsteps came from behind.
Hill turned and saw Monroe coming down the steps.
He was dressed in black, with black leather boots, black moleskin gloves, a hard leather jacket and a woolen sweater, with a black chain mail on the outside and a soft fiery red cloak on the back. He was dressed in a typical knight's attire, stern and sharp, and his gaze looked as unfriendly as the long sword wrapped in black mist around his waist.
There are torches on the wall, and there is still enough light here. But after he came down, everything seemed to be much darker, and he walked towards him wrapped in darkness. The torches were extinguished one by one, and he stood still on the last step.
— and couldn’t get acquainted with Monroe either.
Hill smiled, "Wait a minute."
It's fully charged in five minutes.
It's best to concentrate while charging, so Hill didn't talk to Monroe either. He heard a rustling sound behind him, looked back and saw Monroe waving his hands away from the darkness that surrounded him, and then he went back to light the torches one by one.
Hill wanted to laugh a little.
Monroe suddenly felt so cute.
finished charging.
Monroe approached the last of the extinguished torches with a burning torch, but a torch reached out earlier and ignited that torch. He turned his head and looked at Hill with a smile on his face: "This trick is called stealing food from the mouth of a tiger."
Monroe took a step back expressionlessly, and then took the torch from Hill's hand. His fingers skimmed the back of Hill's hand, and Hill squinted at the touch.
Monroe turned and walked over to the empty shelf, sticking the torch in it. After finishing this, he said: "Since the food has been taken away, I am still hungry, what should I do?"
Hill walked behind Monroe, raised his hand to adjust the position of the torch, and stretched his arm from the right side of Monroe's shoulder, a little frivolously, "Hungry. I am the devil, no matter how you You can't cross the line either."
But when he withdrew his hand, his finger touched Monroe's brow, then traced his straight nose, slightly dry lips, and sharp jaw... Then, it clasped his shoulder tightly.
"However, I am sure." Hill said.
In the next second, the magical elements in the air rioted, and the moisture seemed to be drained instantly, and the aggressive aura rushed towards his face like a hot and surging flame.
The throbbing emerged from the bottom of my heart and crawled all over my body.
Monroe stared at him with hot eyes, but also with restraint and tenderness.
After the riot just now, the human clothes were broken, and Hill could see a faint black mist wrapped around his body. The black mist made his skin more and more smooth and perfect, and the lines of his admirable muscles. The shadows beneath the bulging muscles are sculpted deeper, this sexual tension. ah. I can't hold it anymore. Then don't hold back.
Shortness of breath.
Then, the two kissed together.
Hill's last thought before going into a bad situation was: there's a flame, and Irwin will be watching.
He moved his finger, and all the torches in the corridor were extinguished at the same time.
Everything fell into bottomless darkness.
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