The time of the past life and Xia's Hill Shiyu has been known for more than a month.Xia's hilly poetry feathers are often teased to this aristocratic, beautiful-looking teenager, not once or twice.

But she did not know that the soul in this body now is a houseman with a heavy house disease!

This excitement of Xia's hilly poetry feathers almost shocked the rationality of Anzhe.

“Poetry, poetry, etc....”

There was some incocounny in the mouth of Anzhe, and his body stiffened.This seems to be very normal in Xia's hilly, and he used to be so, she liked to play such a trick of Anzhe, the latter's cramped appearance is very lovely to her.

“Just like I thought...”

Xia's Hill Shiyu gasped in Anzhe's ear: "I want to conceive of the scene, An Zhejun can help."

“Okay, but what can I do?”

An Zhe murmured in his mouth, but he felt the pussy of the pussy hugging himself!

AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhWhy is this scene so familiar?

The body was forced to be manipulated by reason, and Anzhe exclaimed loudly in his heart that what was happening now, he suddenly had a sense of familiarity, this side, it seemed, and where he had seen it!

Oh, I want to!I want too!Let the storm be more intense.

The soul of Anzhe's house was howling in madness, feeling the body temperature of Xia's hilly poetry feathers and the softness of its body, and was almost happy and did not faint.

"The woman finally can't suppress her feelings for the man, and decides to turn what she wants into action."

Xia's hilly poetry plume murmured, exhaling like a wheezing in Anzhe's ear, and the exhaled heat made Anzhe a goosebump!But Ange's heart was trembling!

My brain is trembling too.

"Speak, say your predecessors, you are just in love lightly!"Why write this!”

An Zhe's body stiffened and his tone became flustered, very different from the thoughts in his mind.

“You have to help me finish the script!”

There was a hint of excitement on the face of Xia’s hilly poetry feathers.

"At first, the woman hugged the man, the protagonist could not refuse her, and she was standing... Ah, the idea kept emerging!"

The voice of this poem is a little excitedly trembling!

“Wait, wait, hey...”

An Zhe said no, but his heart was excited about to go!

How many people dream of this scene!He really, really felt it!Too, too happy...

Then the hero gently stroked her hair...”

"Huh?"Why not follow my script?The protagonist!”

So I think so too!I would like to put you in the right place, there is wood!

An Zhe's heart is in a crazy roar, the body is trembling, the brain is bleeding!But that abominable compulsion of reason, he, he does not do it!

“That’s the difficulty of the strong man...the poets!”A trembling voice uttered a sigh of sorrow.

“...”

The puppies of Xia Yu loosened Anzhe, and his face suddenly became more and more vivid.

"Then, it is the high C coming... the woman looked at the protagonist affectionately and slowly said..."

“Me, I’m to you...”

Looking at the shy red cheeks of Xia's hilly poetry, Anzhe almost did not have a ruptured blood vessel...

Oh, with this experience, I have no regrets about death...

Is this what you call danger... and let it be dangerous!

...

“So I said that the ancestors of the poet, I came to you to have something to ask you for help...” An Zhe said with a bitter smile.

I want to borrow your computer!If you can help me find the publisher, it’s best.”

Hearing the words of Anzhe, Xia's poetry feathers could not stop.

"Ah!An Zhejun, I remember when you had just moved to me, saw that I was writing, and I wrote it for a few days out of following the trend.It’s just that what you wrote, I really don’t dare to compliment.”

Xia's hilly poetry and chest in both hands, that plump European school, almost did not break the school uniform.And in her mouth, she was still clamoring for Anzhi.

“Oh, Ange...”

"I don't hate your passion for getting it wrong, the sad loss of purpose, and the effort to get it wrong."

Anzhe was hit by 10,000 riots in his heart...

Why are these words so familiar?

Oh, remember, why so lazy!Isn't that what the Shiyu sister on Earth said at the time?

Only this time, is it your turn to bear it?Oh, I feel it, it really hurts!

“Those, just a few words, all the same meaning...”

hey hey!Don't copy the lines, Ot!For a moment, Anzhe was unable to gritted.

"But I can't help anything that has no evaluation value, will you really have a publisher to publish it?"

“Hey, I haven’t written it yet, is it really good that you’re going to make a straight conclusion like this?”All right?”

An Zhe burst into tears, his past life is written what kind of dog chicken things, in order to make Xia's hill poetry so unlooked ah!

"Ah!In any case, you have to waste your life, I will not stop you, but in the end, don't cry your nose!"

What?Crying?The nose?Son?

Eighty-year-old life!What did you die for!

The machoism in the heart of Anzhe suddenly broke out, and the uncle could not bear it!Let’s see Uncle Sam teach you to be human!

He went straight to Xia's hilly Shiyu's computer and snapped a few lines.

Xia's hilly poetry plume looked at Anzhe helplessly, she knew this young man's son, not the heart of the Yellow River will not die!It is this kind of character that people really want to pity!

eh?This word...

The shaman suddenly froze, watching the few lines that Anzhe had played.

"I want this day, I can't cover my eyes."

"This land will not bury my heart."

“Let this man know what I mean.”

“Let the buddhas all disappear!”

At first glance, this passage written by Anzhe, even a girl such as Xia's Hill Shiyu can't help but feel a feeling of boiling blood!

What kind of atmosphere that is!What kind of a hero that is!It's just, unspeakable!

“Is this what you thought?”

The hymns of the twilight were wide open, shocked by the momentum contained in the text.

An Zhe nodded, hands snapping constantly began to type!His hand speed is overstone, and there is no need to conceive, and a line of fonts appears quickly.

“Wu Kwon?”

Xia's Hill Shiyu looked at the title of the article in amazement, and because of the introduction just this paragraph, she was extremely curious about the content of the article.

As An Zhe's hand rushed, one chapter after another chapter was written.

Unlike the others, the development of the Goku-Chong legend book at the beginning was shocking: first, the four teachers and apprentices had a big quarrel, and then the Tang monk was killed by Sun Wukong!

But the more you look, the more the luster in Xia's poetry eyes shines!

“God is not greedy, why can’t we be disrespectful to him?”

“God is not evil, why should we hold the fate of thousands of creatures on earth in our hands?”

“If the sky weighs on me, split that day.”If the land detains me, break it down.I am born from the body, who dares to be high!”

Another shocking word read out, Xia's hilly poetry feather's heart has also been shocked again and again!

There are not many chapters in Wukong, and there are only 20 chapters, and under the speed of Anzhe's hand, they all wrote it in a few hours, until the last word is written, and Anzhe breathed a long sigh of relief.

He stretched out a lazy waist, this sense of codeword he was all too familiar, he was a writer on earth!In this regard, he said that it is very good to not feel like Caven!

When the copy, really cool!

He turned his head, but saw the beautiful face of Xia's hilly poetry feather full of vibration.The latter looked at himself with his eyes open.