10#
Is there anyone who likes the head of Yue, who likes Wen Yougong the most, humming, drifting by silently.
11#
boring. It's not as good as written, it's far worse. That's called real comprehension.
12#
ls is very cool to step on and hold one, right, huh, huh.
13#
9l's cucumber brother wrote so many words to the big poisonous weed is definitely true love.
14#
Reply to 13l, hehe, I dare not accept it, I will return the original sentence to you. Are there fewer arrogant book fans jumping up and down to step on other books? Do you want to look through the records to find screenshots and throw you in the face
15#
Reply 10l: Does anyone like the head of Yue
Catch the girl on the tenth floor! Is it a girl? ! I also like Senior Brother Master! I like it! ☆(￣▽￣)/★ You can’t be more cute if you don’t have a bottom line to spoil it! (w`) It's a pity that such a dead junior and junior brother is too thorough...
16#
Shen Qingqiu slut doesn't explain 10086! I'm 15L and I'm actually cute like this kind of scum.
I always feel that it is a pity that Bai Zhan Peak's peak master died so early, and it must be very cool to write such a natural rot like airplane chicory.
17#
There is a lot of information on the above floors. I want to say that the [Tianlei Rolling] forum has been invaded by strange people
18#[Peerless Cucumber]
Upstairs eggs set. There are a lot of girls in this forum.
19#
Brother Cucumber is of course true love, but there is no fierceness in the book review area. Not vicious enough, bad review.
20#
The arrogant fans have come to fry again, and they can see this book everywhere, and they are nauseated. The level of this book simply can't afford this level of fire, and I don't believe it if the plane didn't hire a navy.
twenty one#
Reply 4l: Who is sb scolding upstairs? The quality is really low.
It's a joke, elementary school students who like to read such bad books as arrogant are too embarrassed to talk about their qualities. No one is as low as you.
twenty two#
Because one or two people are also drunk when opening a map cannon. See also the 20l hype theory, if you don't say anything else, you only look at the update volume of the aircraft. Every day, 40,000 words and 25,000 words on weekends explode. A few people can do it. Well, quality issues aside for now.
twenty three#
The colleague who wrote Bingge x scumbag _(:3)∠)_ I don't know if anyone will watch it. Meng Shang Leng CP seems to be very painful to reach the North Pole, and I am also dying to find CP in the end text.
twenty four#
Don't leave girls who write fangirls! Is it the one with the eighth letter? ! beg!
25#
The author is too good at writing emotional lines, it is better not to write. I don't think Luo Binghe has feelings for any of his wives, he only uses them.
26#
The girls are all accepted, it doesn't matter if they have feelings or not.
26#[Peerless Cucumber]
Twenty-fifth floor kidding, you told the plane not to write about the harem? Two-thirds of the book is gone.
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Xiangtian jerked off his legs while stirring the instant noodles, and calmly scrolled the mouse wheel to browse the posts, his eyes automatically added a layer of highlight to the familiar id of Peerless Cucumber.
This famous cucumber brother often rants in his book review area, but he never loses subscriptions and urging votes. Therefore, he suspects that this person is a shaker.
Brother Cucumber's roaring in the book review area gave him this feeling: It's like a woman who married an unsatisfactory husband, who is as irritable as an aunt every day. Kiss and spit. While chasing after him unable to extricate himself, he resented "Why can't I control the bitch who opened the reading!"
"Speaking with integrity!"
Airplane Chicory came to a conclusion, hahahaha, laughing wildly at the computer desk.
This shot was incredible. The instant noodles fell over, splashing his hard-working beloved keyboard on the face, the spicy soup poured out for thousands of miles, and the plane turned pale, suddenly jumped up and rushed to rescue, jumping too high, his feet tripped on the wiring board, notebook The screen went black with a flash.
After a series of chain reactions of extreme joy and sadness, the face turned pale when the plane was off.
ffffffff!
He is swiping the forum while coding the document, and the trough is still open. Will it be scrapped like this? Today's update has already hit 8,000!
He subconsciously threw himself to the wiring board, picked up the socket and plugged it into the jack—
I experienced firsthand what it means to "pass electricity through the whole body, nine days of divine thunder".
"What are you thinking, idiot! Don't go to work!"
The plane snorted and spit out the dog's tail grass in its mouth.
In his heart, he compared a thousand middle fingers with a thousand words beginning with f to the vicious Andingfeng senior brother, turned his head and smiled like a flower, and greeted him with a shy face: "Come on!"
Senior Brother X spat: "I know to be lazy!"
Shang Qinghua, an older outer disciple with a biological age of seventeen, looked around while slowly following the army to unload the cargo from the ship to the dock.
Yes, jerking off chicory became Shang Qinghua.
The wretched villain and insidious spy in the stallion essay written by him, who worked diligently for Mo Beijun all his life, and was finally thrown away by the ruthless boss.
No, at this time, he was still an outer disciple who could be bullied by everyone on the An Ding Peak, not the chief disciple, and he did not change his name to the Qing generation.
Anding Peak itself is a very aggrieved peak. The peak owner himself, like the director of the domestic service center, is aggrieved; even with his disciples, he is like an unpaid part-time worker, and he is also aggrieved; outside disciples, not to mention, are the lowest in the food chain. The end, the suffocation in the suffocation. Everyone is angry, and the seniors oppress the less qualified, which is a common occurrence.
Shang Qinghua occasionally slanders, wait for Lao Tzu to sit on the peak master position, don't you think about me... Hehe!
However, this delusion was quickly extinguished by himself.
Think about it, sitting on the top of the peak = with the support of the demon world = Mobeijun is the boss = the final outcome: if the boss is used up, you can't throw it away and die
Obviously, not worth it!
If it can be done according to Shang Qinghua's wishes, he will take off his clothes and cover a roll, run down the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, escape from the realm of self-cultivation, and run towards a free poor life. Just based on a bunch of materials he used to write about crossing stallion Wencha (such as how to make soap, glass, abacus), he believed that he could live a prosperous and prosperous life in his childhood. Ho Hau Wah!
But as long as he shares this thought—
[Violations, points will be deducted.]
It's okay to wear it into the stallion article written by yourself, why not the protagonist.
It doesn't matter if it's not the protagonist, why is there such a hell of a system!
It's all the fault of the person who posted it, there is no harm if there is no pinching! And that peerless cucumber!
Shang Qinghua loaded the heavy boxes of books on the boat onto the trolley and set up the horse, still holding on to his hatred.
Small things like transporting goods should be done with a wave of an arm as usual in the cultivation text. After all, he has to blame himself. If he doesn't die, if he writes any low-magic settings, he has to work hard, and in the end, he will be pitted.
Well, what he really wanted to say was: Qing Jingfeng can really fuck up people!
It's what they can do best! You said that you helped the fairy sisters and sisters of Xianshu Peak to transport clothes or something. You are tired, but your heart is still crisp. Pain in the body, sweet in the heart. What does it mean to be a porter for Qingjingfeng? !
Every time a purchase, hundreds of pounds of books, let them come down the mountain to pick them up, and then send them up to the peak. They are good, buttocks are not off the stool, fingers are not off the strings, waiting for the delivery to the door.
Gao Leng, your brother-in-law, if you have the ability, go down the mountain to get it yourself!
The rest of the outer disciples were also complaining: "Those disciples from Qingjing Peak obviously look down on us at Anding Peak, and we have to treat them as cattle and horses."
Someone said angrily, "Especially that Shen Qingqiu, who takes himself too seriously, with his eyes on the top of his head."
"Even if Xiu Yajian is somewhat famous, it's too arrogant."
"Hehe, he even dares to provoke Junior Brother Liu, the chief of Baizhan Peak, so how can he put us in the eyes of no-name soldiers."
"Bai Zhanfeng's temper, Liu Qingge's temper, didn't kill him?"
"How can you, as Senior Brother Yue, can you do it without stopping? With him around, Junior Brother Liu wouldn't be able to beat Shen Qingqiu to death."
An outer disciple who was also too old to worship at Cangqiong Mountain said sourly, "I don't know how this Shen Qingqiu, who became a monk halfway through the process, was selected as the chief disciple. He said that he was friends with Senior Brother Yue, but he has never been to the dome. Feng, when I met Senior Brother Yue, he also had a fake and arrogant face; saying they were not good, they didn’t look like them.”
Shang Qinghua remained silent and panicked.
well! I want to gossip! ! ! I really want to dump the plot outline that I set but was stillborn in your face! ! ! No one knows these old things better than me! ! !
The group's broken thoughts were full of resentment, and the more they talked, the more angry they were, and they didn't know who they were arguing with. Shang Qinghua huddled and drove, and when someone called him, he slapped him, and cautiously didn't interrupt a word.
Don't look at how hard they are now spitting out bitterness and water, and in the future, they may secretly rub the people who complained about them today. You are greedy for a while, and then someone makes a small report, and the disciples of Biefeng are staring at you, and you can't eat and walk around.
The road after the rain is full of potholes, the wheels run over and sway. In a while, the system "ding" prompts:
[Task, prepare.]
When Shang Qinghua heard this, his face wrinkled into chrysanthemums.
He smiled apologetically, "Brother System, is the information you post a little too short every time? You've made it clear what the mission is? How to prepare
The system implicitly said: [You understand.]
Shang Qinghua: "..."
I don't understand!
At this moment, there was a clatter, and the scooter suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck on the ground by something.
The outside disciples and senior brothers who followed in the car and the fellows from the outer sect swayed and swayed. They were already angry, and immediately slapped the stick and scolded: "Idiot! It's hard to catch a car! Let's go, what are you stopping for!"
Shang Qinghua didn't know why he suddenly got stuck, so he jumped out of the car in confusion, glanced at it, and was so frightened that he was so scared.
The wheel couldn't move because it got stuck in a puddle on the ground, and the water in the pit froze, freezing the wooden wheel.
An invisible chill raged in the surrounding air.
Winter is cold, Shang Qinghua's heart is even colder. He shivered and looked up.
A shadow in a black cloak is slowly approaching. The figure is tall and tall, vaguely the figure of a teenager.
System: [Currently the opponent's anger value: 500. Mission Objective: Survive.]
[The reminder is over, I wish you good luck.]