[Holy Biography] Behind-the-scenes BOSS Struggle

A comedian who became a hit on a certain Spring Festival Gala had a famous line, which probably means that a person's life is very short, and when he opens and closes his eyes, maybe it just passes away.

When Xin He found himself in a dark cave, his hands were firmly bound above his head by sticky tentacles, and he couldn't struggle no matter what, and his lower body was completely soaked in a piece of cold water to feel the bubbles. During the process of swollen JJ, I felt that there should be a supplement to this sentence.

——After your life is over, I am afraid there will be a more curious next life waiting for you.

your sister!

Also engage in water dungeons!

Imprisonment system!

It's too heavy Hey!

The corner of Xin He's mouth twitched as he looked at the hair reflected on the water. The old elder was smooth, and even a few strands of soft hair were still rippling happily underwater. He couldn't bear to look directly at the face exposed in the gap of the long hair again.

The worst thing for a man is not that he has to be raped by a rotten woman, but that you are a big man, but you have a face that is comparable to a fake mother.

And why is this face so familiar! It's too unreal for him to replace the two-dimensional things with three-dimensional ones, but he can still discover the truth!

You really can't afford to be hurt by an editor who is forced to watch shoujo manga in order to check the degree of plagiarism. oTZ In this era of no limit and no morals, Xin He has an unprecedented hope at this moment that he can reach out and poke his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes that can always find JQ.

Before dying of sleep, I was still reading a series of words such as: "What do you want?" He didn't want to recall the story of the conversation with another man who was also wearing a bathrobe, he really didn't want to!

How much he wanted to use the clear water in front of him to wash away his filthy thoughts, so as to hypnotize that everything was just a pure conspiracy of two aspiring young people to overthrow the decadent dynasty and hold a grand event together!

Could it be that it was the malice of the universe to let him suffer all this!

"Yasha, Yasha, there seems to be something in it!"

An immature voice came, which stimulated the numb Xin He's chest to thump. It really wasn't that he was trapped here for a long time and was too excited and nervous when he suddenly heard the human voice. This unexplainable "direct" blood connection played a normal role.

"I feel it, very familiar, very familiar, something very important to Asura, has always been protecting Asura..."

"I said, little pig, are you confused because you haven't woken up yet? This is clearly a mountain top." Another boy teased Qingming.

"Asura is not a pig! Asura is not confused!"

"Is that so? Then who kept yelling that he was hungry when he fell asleep in the middle of the night, making noise so that others could not live in peace, and then kicked people everywhere and fell from the tree? Who else can be as godlike as a pig except you? Biologically comparable?"

"Yasha, Xiaolong is bullying me again! Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" almost immediately went to the big backer beside him to complain.

During a very stressful silence, Xin He could already conjure up in his mind the murderous gaze of a sullen iceberg man.

"...Ahahaha, really, I haven't woken up yet, oh, why am I talking in my sleep."

Sure enough, he is indeed the most powerful king of the Dragon King family who knows what is wise and safe.

"Yasha, Asura really felt something behind him, Soma, Asura wouldn't lie, right?"

Unite all forces that can be united and establish the broadest possible united front.

It should be said that even if he is subconsciously soliciting opinions from others, this child has inherited some of his father's characteristics to some extent.

"Of course, Dragon King, I think since the prince said it, there should indeed be something in it."

Look, he was right.

At this time, it was a gentle woman who was speaking, and as far as Xin He knew, she had a good temper and obviously had a T-like appearance, but she was crippled by her own ps.

Is that why there is a truth that cannot be judged by height?

That cheerful young man—this future is also a disaster—still sighed deliberately, "Suddenly he was making a fuss and wanted to come here, maybe he was sleepwalking, the snoring was so loud just now, Ah, I'm so sleepy..."

"I don't snore! Asura doesn't snore! Yasha is right next to Asura, knowing that Asura will never snore!"

Yes, yes, Xin He also knows that the two of them are still models of nurturing, and they will not sleep together in the same bed, and after everyone is dead, they will definitely continue to live in the same bed day.

It's just that the guilt of molesting minors didn't seem to exist at that time.

"Then what do you say is in it? Tell me, if you can't tell, you are sleepwalking. You must be sleepwalking."

"Xiaolong is a villain! If there is something, there is something! If there is something, there is something!"

Singh is tempted to say that he is not a thing, or that he does not belong to a thing, or that...

Or—stop talking nonsense and take some practical action, okay?

"Get out of the way." A calm and indifferent voice sounded.

Here it comes, the existence against the sky has finally arrived.

Then, the stones fell down rustlingly, and even one or two heavy ones hit Xin He's head, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

When Xin He was still worried about the seismic coefficient of the mountain structure, accompanied by the shout of "Night Devil Sirius Sword", the sky fell apart, and then there was a swish.

——God said let there be light, so the blinding moonlight illuminated the darkness.

As for why Xin He could see things clearly in the darkness, he can probably guess the reason, but he really didn't want to say that it was a trick of his shell.

Several people looked at Xin He in shock.

With his eyes closed now, Xin He could only tell with his super perception.

Because within the reaction time of this group of people talking nonsense, in order to survive in the future, all the smart motors are turned on at high speed, and Xin He decides to perform a big drama that determines his fate. .

Pretending to be awakened by the noise and light, and maintaining the posture of his hands being hung behind by a group of vines, Xin He slightly moved his eyelids, shook his eyelashes, and then slowly opened his peerless (==) moves.

His pale and bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he murmured.

"Ah... Asura..."

Whether male or female, long or short, all are silent.

The woman covered her mouth and swallowed the exclamation, the boy's jaw was about to drop, and the cold-faced iceberg handsome guy also opened his eyes slightly, obviously in the process of mental shock.

Singh knew how much shock his golden eyes and pointed ears (by the way, didn't this setting really refer to elves?) shocked them.

Like Singh's shock (or shock) upon waking up, second only to the reality that he found his lower body soaked in misery.

And the child who looked only seven or eight years old slowly stretched out his little white hand towards Xin He, as if bewitched, the crystal clear golden eyes were filled with mist in an instant.

"It's... Asura's, Dad..."

Banluoruo walked into this room with elegant gauze and towering beams and pillars, raised the corners of her skirt with both hands, and slightly saluted the majestic man sitting in front, leaning on the soft cotton chair.

"God."

The other party didn't lift his eyelids, just nodded.

Banluoruo smiled at the man who was sitting on the ground not far from the man, playing with a harp and making a lot of noise: "Master Bishamonten, your piano skills have improved."

The man on the main seat was silent.

Bishamonten was serious, "Thank you, Prajna." Then he silently looked at the man beside him.

"Jixiangtian will like it." The man who felt his gaze said against his will.

Bishamonten showed a smile, and among the Four Heavenly Kings, except for the most handsome face of a woman, she once again got rid of the gloom and glowed with brilliance. His ten fingers danced happily, and continued to draw the strings.

——His hands are really not suitable for holding anything other than a sword. It's been a few years, and he's too untalented!

Because of his wife who only wants to stand in front of the star mirror to communicate with the musician every day, but refuses to say even a word to him, Bishamonten, who has nothing to do, once again habitually comes to destroy his boss's ears.

But facing such a subordinate, Di Shitian, who pays attention to the mood of the other party, decides that he must call King Gandapo tomorrow to completely correct his aesthetics towards music!

Watching their interaction, Banluoruo covered his lips and smiled softly, and then walked to his own water mirror on the side to do a routine divination for Di Shitian.

The finger touched the water surface, released the power in the air, and looked for the target's position...

"Ah!" Accompanied by an exclamation, Ban Luoruo, who was originally kneeling, fell to the ground because of fright.

Hearing the sound, Bishamontian stopped the nerve-torturing piano sound, got up and walked over, "What's wrong with Prajna? Did something happen to the wanted Yaksha King? Or did they find another six stars?"

However, when he saw the content in the water mirror, he also cried out in surprise.

"Ah... King Asura!"

Ti Shitian, who had been enduring the noise with his eyes closed, was finally relieved, and suddenly opened his eyes.