"Yeah!" Xiaoling nodded with a chuckling, leaned over, hooked Mu Qian's little fingers, and gently printed his thumb twice.

The wheels in front of the bicycle ran into a plastic bottle. The bicycle controlled by the omnipotent hero suddenly fell, causing Xiao Ling to scream and chuckled a few more times.

Her silver bell-like laughter and Mu Qian's barbell-like laughter were in the sunset...

So proportionate.

·

(Mu Qian: ‘Director! Why did you ride to the sunset after the afternoon class?’

‘Do you understand the sense of the picture? Readers can remember. We can rely on the special effects of the post-animation, after all, the special effects are 80 cents.’

Mu Qian: ‘Then next time I take action, can the mosaic be removed? Can the fight be more detailed? You used a lot of pen and ink to write other protagonists to fight. This is a different treatment, and I expressed mild dissatisfaction.’

‘You have to consider the production fund, boy.’

‘What kind of fund do you need for writing novels? Buying Red Bull is all about other manuscripts!’ The strongest demon king gritted his teeth and cursed.

Director: ‘The next chapter will be the protagonist, let’s finish this book.’

‘The director is rippling for thousands of years, and will never fall, and will unify the world... Hurry up, bribe him to collect and recommend votes!’)
Chapter completed!