Is this the real body in front of him, Zhao Chengcheng is not sure.

She was surrounded by a wall of flowers, and the four of them were no longer visible.

Each break, the experience of the first generation is still good.

"Who are you, a logical and self-consistent author, don't doubt it, I always feel that you make me not even have the courage to comment, or not, do you feel that your world has been scribbled by me, and you feel very uncomfortable, and it will come out immediately, and you want to restore the factory value, delete the file and start over." Zhao Chengcheng pretended to be smug, and even looked down on the purpose of the generation and talked eloquently: "Sometimes, I really want to ask you something, why does the heroine have to like her master, this unequal relationship." "You don't have to be logical when you read novels.

But when you scare people, you can say as much as you can, and beat the master to death with a random punch, that's the reason.

"Didn't you rob my heroine's sweetheart, and even let the cold Wan Li die for you." Roar admits it, it turns out that the generation is the author's conscious existence.

The article that was changed beyond recognition also made the author fall into the devil.

Zhao Chengcheng covered his heart in a fake way: "Wow, what kind of existence are you, you can live in your own novels." ”

"You care about me, I just can come in, what about you, now, I want to restore the factory value, what can you do with me." A generation of eyes generously admitted his identity, and Zhao Chengcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She doesn't care whether the generation is a collection of the author's consciousness or not, since she has changed herself, there is absolutely no reason to give up everything she has established.

She slowly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Oh, I think you're really a failure, you can't restore the plot with a snap of your fingers, is it out of your control, I found that everyone is doing well, and the heroine has finally been woken up, and finally knows that career is more fragrant than love." ”

"Career, why does the heroine have to talk about career."

"Why can't the heroine talk about her career, she is a palace master, and she was swept away in minutes when she met the city house, you told me that it doesn't matter, why can't you control the plot now." Zhao Chengcheng didn't want Jiang Yuanji to learn to control, and he didn't even have hope for her three views, but he didn't want a woman to have the ability to settle down: "Why do you have something to say to me, I welcome you to the line." ”

The neck of the first generation is getting longer and longer, and it has reached the point where cervical spondylosis cannot be cured: "You ruined my plot, you turned the white moonlight I gave to the heroine into a vulgar man, Zhao Chengcheng, I will kill you today, and I won't let you die, I want you to watch Jiang Kite hug left and right." ”

"Whatever you want, if you have the ability, you can come." Zhao Chengcheng tightened his five fingers.

Whew.

The petals began to spin wildly, the tail with a long neck slipped off the wall, and the eyes of the long snake-like generation slowly shortened, gradually becoming a human form, a male body: "I will definitely kill you, I finally tricked you over, I don't think I can easily get out." ”

"I told you to do it, I'll wait." Zhao Chengcheng stared at the person in front of him, he grew hands and feet, and the facial features on his face were still distorted.

She didn't wait for the first generation to appear completely, and the whip in her hand was thrown out.

Seeing the whip coming, Yiyimu stretched out his hand to wrap around the whip and sneered: "You must know that the flowers here listen to me." ”

"I don't know." Zhao Chengcheng pulled back hard, and the whip immediately broke away from the hands of the first generation.

She continued to flick it a second time, and the second whip didn't even take it, just twisted her body to an incredible angle and avoided it.

It's just a mastic.

What is Zhao Chengcheng going to do?

I've never dealt with something so boneless: "You look so ugly." ”

"To describe you as ugly is to slander ugly." Zhao Chengcheng continued to output, trying to make the other party show his flaws.

The twisted person turned back again, his body still had no bones, and his distorted facial features seemed to be smiling: "Am I ugly, it's because you're jealous of me." ”

"My face, whatever I want to be, I can be."

Zhao Chengcheng rolled her eyes widely, slightly distanced herself from each other, she stared at a generation of eyes, and found that this person was really extremely narcissistic: "If you don't have a mirror, you can look at the mirror on the ground with saliva." ”

"Your face, Picasso is speechless when he sees it, looking in the mirror can scare the mirror, I didn't scream on the spot because I've watched too many horror movies, to be honest, you eat people everywhere, you don't think you can mix up a perfect shape, have you seen Resident Evil, do you know that except for the heroine, the other mutations are ugly." The person who was pulling back took another step, she originally wanted to get closer to attack, but she always felt that the chances of victory were not good, so it was better to go to the little general to come over and fight.

If he fought alone, Zhao Chengcheng couldn't take advantage of it, and immediately changed his mind.

A generation of eyes turned his hand to touch his face, and he didn't seem to feel that his facial features were distorted: "Hehe, you want to lie to me, I'm very beautiful." ”

"Do you think I have to lie to you, you don't look at your own state, have you seen Picasso's paintings, you are much more distorted than his works, but people are masterpieces, you are not." Zhao Chengcheng took a few more steps back, and after a little more walking, she leaned against the wall, hoping that the pig teammates outside were still alive, and she urgently needed their helping hand now.

The person who was in a mess in his heart didn't dare to stop: "If you don't believe it, I have something reflective here, I can show it to you." Zhao Chengcheng touched her belt, and a bronze mirror fell from her waist, which was used by Wan Li to transmit sounds.

Vague can take a look, if it weren't for the purpose of getting out, Zhao Chengcheng would not use the messenger to attract the attention of a generation.

Anyway, the villain died of talking too much, remember this sentence, it is estimated that it is equivalent to having a golden finger.

The person who identified the belief pulled down the bronze mirror on his waist, and the palm was big and very light.

When the eyes of the generation heard the bronze mirror, they immediately locked Zhao Chengcheng, she took the mirror and threw it diagonally, seeing the mirror draw an arc in mid-air, and the eyes of the generation immediately changed their tentacles to catch the mirror.

Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, she raised her hand and struck the wall with a rattan whip, and the wall remained unmoving.

No way!

How so.

Zhao Chengcheng didn't expect that the rattan whip couldn't open the wall, she tried again, knocked twice, and there was no reaction at all.

The other generation had already got the mirror, and he put it on his face, and after a cup of tea, the hand holding the mirror trembled violently.

has made Zhao Chengcheng see the precursor of the other party's madness, no one can accept that his face is like that, Picasso's paintings are valuable, but a woman who becomes like that will not be acceptable to anyone.

It is the distance between reality and art.