"Is anyone? Here?" Listening to Kelol's words, Ling Yan immediately began to observe around. Then, when he was about to observe, the girl who was flipping the book instantly made him want to put her on the spot:

"Ah, I was just teasing you, don't care too much." She took a book for granted and started reading it again: "Well, I've been away for so long, and you're still so easy to be deceived."

"Don't you suddenly scare people, can you?"

"Is this scary?" She blinked at Ling Yan in confusion: "Actually, I will go and sing to stop the war, and form eight more people, and then directly drive an idol called "Muse" to save our high school. Finally, she elopes with her agent with an idol who is "mus". Speaking of this, she is now! It seems that she is reading the intoxicating part of the love novel and gently strokes her cheek with one hand: "It's really romantic, Sculuki~ The boy who gave birth to two children is Kaiyan, and the girl is Ling Luoer~ How about it? Looking forward to it?"

"I look forward to you little mushroom! How many cults have you blew up in this passage? And why did you suddenly change from a master of Zhan Ji's song to a lovelive and then jump to idol masters for no reason! And although you and Naiyako are voice actors, you don't want other people's jokes to be used indifferently! Isn't this forcing me to complain?"

Then the person who was criticized did not show any shyness and anger that should have. Instead, he smiled extremely relieved: "Well, I haven't heard you say this for a long time? I miss you so much~"

——Hey, what are you experiencing during this period?!

It sounded like a tone of a lover who had not met for a long time. Ling Yan sighed: "At least, can you tell me what you are doing now?"

"Secret~" She held the book that had already been confirmed in her hand, then gently tapped her red lips: "You can't know yet, otherwise you will be killed, just like when you face Yuko-chan before~"

"Yuko-chan?" Ling Yan asked in confusion, listening to the unfamiliar name: "Who is that?"

"Well, it seems that they don't plan to tell you yet." She sighed with a clear understanding expression: "I am worthy of being a similar person. What a perfect choice, what the child and me said."

"I don't understand what you are saying at all??????"

"Anyway, I don't expect you to understand." Kelol showed a sigh of his own accusation and poked his forehead: "I know too much now, but I will die. Maybe you will definitely answer lines like not being afraid of death. But I [this time] will definitely not allow death again."

Immediately afterwards, while Ling Yan couldn't understand the inexplicable lines, he stuffed a book directly into his hand.

However, the moment he touched the book, Ling Yan felt that his spirit had begun to be dazed, as if a bomb had exploded in his spiritual space, and even a roar sound came in his ears.

I could only vaguely hear the gentle voice of the blue-haired girl who was the culprit: "Next, please remember them carefully, those memories??????? And, my [true identity]."

Then he felt the disappearance of consciousness???????

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I was moved by the noise at the end of the year, and my heart was inevitably filled with my heart. How many years have I not seen so many people?

It is worthy of being Xiuzhen, the capital of Hua, a foreign country, and a foreign country, I don’t know how to describe it, and even the air is wonderfully clear. Compared with the gloomy and humid countryside, it is fundamentally different from the view.

This noisy scene and brightness are very suitable for dull nights. It is almost time limit for the bells to begin ringing on the New Year's Eve, and it should also become a good romantic.

"After that, when it comes to the clock on New Year's Eve, what is that?"

Although it was a relatively casual question, I suddenly cared about it and couldn't help but talk to myself.

Indeed, it is going to sound one hundred and eight. What is that number of that one hundred and eight?

Well, if it is to praise my uniqueness, a number like 108 is definitely not enough. At least it must be ten times more than it can be worthy of me.

The self-conceived red-haired man thought about his greatness so much that he talked to himself as if he was taking it for granted.

——Ah, if it sounds one thousand eight hundred times, wouldn’t the little monk ringing the bell be very tired? That, right? In short, let’s work hard first.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Calculation, ah?"

Although I care a little bit, it has become troublesome, so I don’t think about it: the origin and significance of the New Year’s Bell will fly to the distant place anyway.

First, there are guys who want to ring the bell and then imitate the bell. It should be said that they are just forming things like culture without realizing it. If there is no meaning or intention, the guys who listen to it will explain it without authorization.

——Finally, it is the same as the song. Because it is for the purpose of enjoying the mood, I will also let myself receive it happily. With every 'kong' sound, those sisters are like falling in love for me.

In order not to let that kind of development end just by delusion, we must finish the important things immediately.

"Well, although that's it..." The smoke pipe that was holding emitted a curling smoke. I was a little tired of returning to reality: "Hey, this is amazing! This kind of building!!!"

It is said that it stands in front of you - this kind of statement is absolutely unstoppable, it is like a curse of the common people. It makes people hesitate to enter the land.

"The Imperial Sect's family is not kidding, it's in all senses!"

Because in my countryside, it can only be about one-two percent of it.

It’s just like grand, solemn, and a floating atmosphere. It’s just completely different from the other dimensions.

——I really want to go back. What should I do?

"Well~~~~~~~" The red-haired slutty man scratched his head, thinking about meaningful things like whether to go back directly.

In this country, there is a crime that is more serious than accidentally killing people, that is, at the beginning of the year, if you fail to fulfill your obligation to go to the imperial gate, you will escape from the audience.

For the great figures such as His Majesty the Emperor, the nobles, and the Five Dragons, they were visited by the Imperial Gate.

The rest are like this, which stipulates that one must come to the Imperial Gate.

To be honest, it's quite annoying, it doesn't mean trouble, it's just the moment of being judged.

Then what is there? To put it bluntly, it is to undergo examination. There is no exception for men and women. Is the old and weak? Is that guy boarded by the evil spirit? How deep is it?

Most of them must be white first, right? If you are not very lucky, most of them should just stay in gray.

However, if it is judged as black, the most despair is the death penalty? No, it might be better to say that if it ends like that, it might be said to be happiness.

If you ask why, too many black people cannot kill them, because they have become something that way.

Therefore, they will be monitored and sealed, and in short, they will be prisoners for life: no matter whether they are freedom or anything, they will no longer have them.

Everyone will hate that kind of tragic situation, right? At least I hate it very much.

Thinking of those things, he couldn't help but vomited smoke heavily.

so--

“Go back…”

I was so whispering to myself in my heart, and at the same time I spoke it openly.

In such wasted free time, several people had already walked past him and entered the Yumen family: You are fine, right? He complained in his heart.

As mentioned before, there seems to be no one with high concentration of yin energy.

And his words were very bad to be honest.

Because it has always been very good to be with the humid and humid work house in the countryside, at least I can hide myself until now...

——This atmosphere, this smoky, it’s over, mom, the guys here are real guys.

"Although that's the case, it's over if you really go back?"

He complained and took out the paper from his arms helplessly, and frowned with headache.

Yumen Long Ming - Because he was personally appointed by the contemporary master and asked to come here, he could no longer escape.

——It is obviously hidden in the countryside, why are you named now? It’s hard to understand, is it really exposed?

He kept comforting himself:

——No, no, don’t give up hope. I have always been conceited with my perfect disguise.

Although no matter how humble he is, the magician who has always deceived the Imperial Sect is not a joke.

Because it looks like this now, it should not attract attention because of the slightly special hair color.

Is this evidence of pollution or simply tending toward the fun of Posara? It is difficult to judge at first glance.

Originally, if it exceeds a certain definite word, the concentration of Yin Qi will become even an amateur cannot hide it. This appearance is to prevent them from being noticed by his special stunts.

In fact, the concentration of the yin energy has not been correctly measured. Isn’t it really a big problem?

His mother, grandfather, and ancestors all reached very bad areas.

——That annoying genealogy is almost time to be sublimated. He just thinks about it.

And at this moment, he casually reached out and patted someone with a displeasure.

However, while the photo was taken, the picture was completely interrupted?????? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!