Grim Reaper Makes His C-Debut

In order to facilitate the discussion of the situation, Lu Xu ran to Ji Xiunian's room in the middle of the night, waiting for the good news from Tao Yingbo. www.sto123.cc

Ji Xiunian originally wanted to keep to three o'clock, but Lu Xu was inexplicable (sleeping Shui) as soon as he came. Before the three o'clock alarm sounded, Lu Xu said beside him: "Nian, let's watch the live broadcast."

"Live broadcast?" Ji Xiunian opened his eyes confusedly, and saw Lu Xu lying on his (bed chuang) watching the ipad. The two calves were moving their ankles unconsciously, and their skin was white and dazzling.

Ji Xiunian suddenly felt a little thirsty, thinking that it might be the reason he just opened his eyes.

He climbed up next to Lu Xu, turned over as he did, and the two looked at the iPad side by side.

The name of Qu Dehui was on the upper left corner of the screen. Ji Xiunian didn't expect that he actually started the live broadcast at this time.

"Brother Nian, this is not a gift for yourself."

Lu Xu's expression was waiting for a good show, with a smirk on his cheek with one hand.

The boy has a unique fragrance, but the cold one can't help but want fine products. Ji Xiunian began to think that Lu Xu was using a perfume, but after more contact, he discovered his own original taste.

He was attracted to Lu Xu's eyes without realizing it, and then nodded to the screen: "Yes, give him his own head."

At this time, Qu Dehui didn't think about anything else, just wanted to show fans that he didn't lie.

Always thinking of that person, he always felt that this matter could not be related to him.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

Lu Xu said casually, but Qu Dehui thought over and over again without control.

Just when he was cranky, there was a sudden movement outside the door.

Qu Dehui immediately stood up, rushed forward with his mobile phone, and did not forget to say to the fans in the live broadcast room: "You heard it, right, he is here again!"

Without much thought, Qu Dehui stretched his hand to open the door, and it was still empty outside.

But this time he no longer felt that there was no one around, but instead felt that the "person" had actually entered the room.

"I know you're here, come out!" Qu Dehui was shot in the head of his head. He covered his head and looked around. He couldn't help shouting.

The fans in the live broadcast room are a little messy, and I do n’t understand if this is suddenly what happened-

[嘤 嘤 嘤, the reaction of the goddess is a bit strange, it seems like hell, I ’m scared]

[Ah, have you seen a bottle of wine lying on the ground? Huige, how much did you drink? 】

[Halo, Brother Hui, you ’re drunk. Go to rest and do n’t broadcast! 】

.....

Fans are very anxious, for fear that he will be blacked like this.

However, Qu Dehui's mental state is a bit trance, and he has no intention to look at the mobile phone screen.

His psychology is in a state of high precaution. He always feels that someone behind him keeps turning his head, and finally (dry gan) simply leans his back against the wall and looks around.

"It's you, it must be you."

At this moment, Qu Dehui was more and more sure that he was a ghost. After contacting everything, he intuitively knew that the person was Tao Moumou, but ten years later, he even forgot his name.

But he is a civilian who has no right to write songs. He didn't give money at first, but he didn't know how to promote himself to death, and he had something to do with him.

Furthermore, the man couldn't take himself when he was alive, and he couldn't treat himself even if he died.

"Yes, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!" Qu Dehui made difficult psychological construction for himself and gradually relaxed.

At this moment, there was a sudden change in the bathroom. Qu Dehui rushed in without thinking, as if he wanted to fight Tao Yingbo.

The bathroom is spacious (dry gan) and clean, and at first glance, it looks like someone is there.

Qu Dehui was stunned, and suddenly felt a shadow in the mirror. He held the phone tightly and turned his head suddenly, and saw that the man in the mirror was not him at all.

He blocked his phone in front of him and shouted: "I knew it was you!"

Tao Yingbo glanced at his phone screen and sneered: "I thought I had forgotten how long you did bad things."

"Of course I have forgotten, you are not a big man, why should I (gangan) remember." Qu Dehui said, the courage suddenly became bigger, "how, do you think I will be afraid of you?" "

Tao Yingbo is too familiar with his arrogant expression, whether he is alive or dead, Qu Dehui will always be unpretentious, and there is no meaning of respect at all.

If it wasn't for Lu Xu, he couldn't do it. Tao Yingbo really wanted to strangle him.

"Since you're dead, you should go to the place where the dead should go. Now you can't help but still count on me to burn some paper money for you?"

"No, I just want to see how the thief who stole my things fell to the altar." Tao Yingbo suddenly felt that the person in front of him was ridiculous and didn't feel ironic. You are nothing. You care a lot, they said that you were exhausted by Jiang Lang, and said that you were yellow flowers yesterday. In fact, they were wrong, you are a thief, you take everything from others, there is no talent at all ... "

"Shut up!" Qu Dehui only felt harsh.

A face-loving person like him can't stand the scornful eyes of others.

"I gave it money, how could it be a thief. Besides, your song is not famous. I paid for the album and released it. It was me. It was your song, not your song. ?"

For a long time, Qu Dehui always cares about others saying that he relied on the song of the first album, making it seem like he would be nothing without those songs.

He sang those songs and he released the album.

If it weren't for him, how could a song like Tao Yingbo's north drift be heard.

Tao Yingbo always knew that Qu Dehui was thick-skinned, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless.

"Do you want me to apologize to you? Tell you, don't think about it, I'm right, I sing it is mine!" Qu Dehui screamed exhaustedly, I don't know whether to tell Tao Yingbo or to myself.

Tao Yingbo was not surprised at all, but suddenly felt that this person was alive and meaningless: "I do n’t need your apology. In fact, you hurt me when you do those things. I wo n’t use apology. Accept. "Tao Yingbo has no meaning of nonsense, originally wanted to record his words, but he did not expect others to start a live broadcast, just now these words are still being viewed by netizens.

"Good and evil are reported at the end, mine is mine, no matter how you can use it, you can't take it away." This sentence was buried in Tao Yingbo's heart for too long, too long. The long grudge suddenly vanished.

His ignoring expression made Qu Dehui very uncomfortable, and then he hit the mirror with his mobile phone: "Go!"

Tao Yingbo had no interest in getting along with the lunatics, and had left as soon as the phone touched the mirror.

Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian looked at the iPad head-to-head, only feeling that Qu Dehui's emotions seemed a bit abnormal.

When the phone hit the mirror, the live broadcast was interrupted, which is probably broken.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .." Although Lu Xu knew that this person could be solved almost tonight, he didn't expect the other party to cooperate actively and proactively.

He rested his cheek with one hand and exited the live page to see comments from netizens.

As he expected, although it was three in the morning, many people stayed up late online.

Qu Dehui was originally famous, plus the previous hot search, it was pushed out as soon as the live broadcast was launched.

Everyone wanted to come in and watch him get knocked on the door in the middle of the night, but the fans wanted to accompany him to figure out what was going on.

But after looking at the whole process, I realized that things didn't seem so simple--

Ahref = "/ cdn-cgi / l / email-protection" class = "__ cf_email __" data-cfemail = "f990b9" & gt; [emailprotected] natural strawberry pie: I ’m stupid, what did he just mean by that, use Did someone else ’s song release their own album? 】

Ahref = "/ cdn-cgi / l / email-protection" class = "__ cf_email __" data-cfemail = "026b42" & gt; [emailprotected] Ferris wheel breakup wheel: I originally wanted to accompany my favorite singer to see who Something happened, but I never dreamed that my house accompanied by this collapsed. I just wanted to ask, what did he mean just now that he stole someone ’s song and forced him to death? I think this kind of plot is too magical, and the novel does n’t dare to write that way.]

Ahref = "/ cdn-cgi / l / email-protection" class = "__ cf_email __" data-cfemail = "5c351c" & gt; [emailprotected] has a lot of hair: it ’s really unattractive. Although not a fan, his impression of Qu Dehui has always been quite good, and he likes his earliest songs. Who can think that his famous song belongs to others, he also said it live, and he is also a talent]

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Almost everyone feels that Qu Dehui is a psychological problem.

There was no one else in the entire live broadcast process. He was the only one who played the role of the two in the whole process, and he was obsessed with words.

If it were not for listening to him in person, who could find the creation of a work by Tian Wang to steal others?

The past seems to be clear at once-

No wonder his debut was the pinnacle, and there was no such good work after the first album.

No wonder his level is high and low, it turns out that the person who writes the song is different every time.

Looking at his state in the last two days, it is clear that he is in a trance.

From the so-called ghost knock on the door to talking with the man in the mirror, everything is more like his illusion.

This illusion made people see his true face clearly, everyone's mood is very complicated-

Fans felt that their house had collapsed, while passersby suddenly wondered who the original owner of the album was.

Listening to Qu Dehui means that not long after he snatched someone else ’s album, that person died in an accident. As for whether it was an accident or something else, it is estimated that they knew it themselves.

Almost everyone is looking for originality, always feel that this person should be talented——

It's just that (qiang qiang) singers have left without knowing it, which is really regrettable. ,