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[A new extra chapter has been added, please check it out~] [This article is over~ Full text subscription only costs one yuan! Thank you little angels for your support~] Please collect the new article ~ "The Sigh of the Messiah" is a suspenseful detective text, where a blonde beauty attacks and a thug in a suit suffers. The copy is below the copy of this article ~ Copywriting of this article: A cool and fierce and beautiful god of war on the outside/Innocent and cute little cute on the outside Hua Caiyi ———— The motherland was slaughtered, all the supplies were looted, Hua Caiyi was kidnapped by the intruders, her dignity was lost, and there was only endless darkness every day. When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and planned to die with the enemy, a careless man appeared in front of him. "Too rude, bullying a beautiful woman is not what a gentleman should do." The man smiled playfully, removed the weapon from the wasteland motorcycle, and saved him This scene was deeply imprinted in Hua Caiyi's mind. He thought, he is my god. The god himself was very distressed, so he surrounded Hua Caiyi on his motorcycle in the wasteland and said into his red ears: "I am not a god, nor a savior. God loves the world, but I only love you, and I just want to save you." In the chaos and darkness, the flame of revenge is burning. In the burning flame, love is the biggest answer ———— Small theater one: Others were seriously injured. Jiang Huan glanced up and down, raised his eyebrows, played with the knife in his hand, and said casually: "What are you doing? This won't work?" Hua Caiyi cut a cut on his finger. Jiang Huan immediately ran over and took his hand to examine it carefully. He frowned and said softly while treating the wound carefully: "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?" Small Theater 2: Jiang Huan's eyes were glued to Hua Caiyi's lips, and he tilted his head and leaned forward, but stopped when he saw Hua Caiyi's closed eyes and slightly trembling body. He frowned in annoyance, turned away his hand, and said forbearingly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go against your wishes..." Unexpectedly, Hua Caiyi, who was still confused and flustered just now, suddenly opened his eyes, took the initiative to carry out the kiss in the middle of the kiss, and spoke with a kind of innocent temptation: "Would you blame me for seducing you?" Small theater three: Hua Caiyi has always been very resistant to the touch of outsiders, and reacts violently, like a frightened bird, her hand will break if you touch it. But he was sensitive to the touch from Jiang Huan in a completely different way. Whenever Jiang Huan touched him, his whole body would turn red uncontrollably. For a long time, he thought he was sick. Later I discovered that it was the tremor coming from my heart and soul. Small theater four: After a long time, Hua Caiyi touched his long hair, looked at Jiang Huan with some distress and said: "Brother, do you think I should cut my hair short? Long hair does seem to have some influence during the battle." Pictures flashed through Jiang Huan's mind: amidst the flames of war, on the desert loess, a silky long black hair was flying, caressing Hua Caiyi's blood-stained cheek, which was dazzling; on the white bed sheet, the long black hair spread out, making the snowy skin whiter, adding a touch of charm to the vibrant eyes. Jiang Huan immediately shook his head and rejected: "I can tie or bun your hair before the battle - never cut it." Hua Caiyi looked at Jiang Huan's serious expression and listened to his heavy tone, tilting her head. Be strong and favor each other This is a short story to practice writing. It's a random sketch of the world view. Don't study it carefully. Xp is relatively unpopular, so I have nothing to eat, so I cook —————— Copy of the new article "The Lament of the Messiah": Sad, cold, intelligent (outside) dignified, arrogant and cheerful (inside) blonde beauty attacked x suit thug, ruffian gentleman suffered (Attack vs. Shou also has some fishing-type green tea attributes) SylphrinexArebegg ————— My name is Miller, and I am a young intern in the Behavioral Analysis Division of the Criminal Investigation Bureau. My daily job is to process information and report to my superiors, which is very boring. On this day, a new criminal investigator came to the Behavior Analysis Division. It was said that he had doctorates in multiple majors at the same time and was specially hired by his superiors. Putting aside his IQ, he was a bit too beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes. He exuded a noble aura, but the eyes he glanced at always seemed to be a little contemptuous. It is worth mentioning that when he first came here, he seemed to quarrel with our supervisor every day. By the way, our supervisor is a typical gentleman in a suit. I was lucky enough to see him fight, and I found that he was also very elegant when fighting. Speaking of which, the two of them may have some differences in their views. The blond, intelligent and beautiful woman is indifferent to everything, but she bickers with our supervisor every day. A few times I saw him come out of the supervisor's office with a red face and a thick neck. I think he was very angry. Our supervisor is also the same. He is usually polite and gentlemanly, but for some reason he always likes to bully him, a newcomer. But I am just a little intern, I can only quietly fight for the beauty. But, but, can anyone tell me why they suddenly kissed at the crime scene? (The above is a copy from the perspective of a supporting character, "Miller" plays very little role in the article) ————— Small theater 1: Silverlin pulled Aribeg and hurried to an alley. He took off the beret that Aribeg put on him, let down his hair, then leaned against the wall, pulled Aribeg over, and took off his suit jacket. Aribeg put his right hand on the side of Silverlin's face, tilted his body toward him, and somewhat helplessly brushed the broken hair around his ears, and said softly: "Aren't you going to run? They are coming soon." Silverin slid down, one leg got stuck between Arrebeg's legs, and the other leg rubbed against the outside of his thigh. At this angle, he was nearly a head shorter than Arrebeg. He tightened Arrebeg's tie, pulled him in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and sprayed warm breath on Arrebeg's face: "Am I not hiding from them?" Aribeg looked at him with interest and smiled: "Hide like this?" "Of course, it's normal for a young couple to kiss each other in a secluded alley late at night, right?" Small theater 2: "I was originally called Sylph, but it was a lady's name, so I changed my name to something else." "I think 'Sylph' is a perfect match for you, an elf with a pure heart, a goblin who specializes in seducing me." Be strong and favor each other A suspenseful detective text with an imaginary background. It is probably an era when all races are mixed and mixed. Most people are of mixed race. There is no distinction between countries, only regions. Purpose: Rebirth in despair