I Wasn’t Born Lucky - Chapter 223

With a complicated mood, Xiao Li didn’t intend to lie to him after coaxing Sin Tian to appear, and wrote another sentence: [Fake. 】

Sin days: 【……】

Sin Tian: [I knew that this kind of good thing would never happen to me. 】

Very sad, this guy juice.

The mystery of this cowardly character is very similar to Fu Zige, except that Fu Zige is more extroverted than Sintian. It is only simple and timid, while Sintian is relatively more housed. Even if he has gained powerful spiritual power, it is only Affected the room where he was, and even the entire building was not affected.

But think about it, the ghosts with a little bit more resentment have already aggressively attacked the humans in that area, and have attracted the attention of the reincarnations.

Xiao Li: [Do you know what happened to you? 】

Sin Tian: [I…I remember, I also know who you are, they call you Sherlock. 】

Xiao Li: [You can also call me that. 】

Sintian no longer speaks.

Xiao Li: [Your strength comes from fragments, but in that room, in the novel you updated before, there was another totem symbol. Is this your own creation? 】

He drew the weird pattern on the paper in front of him, which was exactly the same symbol as the Fu Zige incident.

Sintian remained silent.

Xiao Li tried a few more times, but couldn’t call it out from inside. He thought for a while and raised his hand to call the microphone that had already tucked himself into the back of the TV.

Fu Zige: “What’s wrong?”

Xiao Li: “I will leave it to you and fix it.”

Fu Zige said blankly: “How?”

“…Sing to it, and I was so annoyed that it had to show up and reply to you.” Xiao Li folded the manuscript into a square-sized piece of paper and placed it on the microphone.

Fu Zige held this manuscript in the air, maintaining a balance in the air to prevent it from falling, and in a blink of an eye he flew behind the glass on the balcony, and said to the puppet with an urn sound: “Close the window, thank you.”

Tan Li silently closed the window with his hair.

Afterwards, Xiao Li could hear the vague sound coming from the balcony. The sound was very sharp, but not clear. The tune was beautiful, and it went around the beam for three days…

Xiao Li turned his head to face the little yellow book on the table.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s all manual writing. When Xiao Li was chatting with Sintian, he faintly felt that he was talking to another Xiaohuangben who had been weakened countless times, but it was obvious, even if external factors were left behind. , Simply speaking, Xiao Huangben’s character is more lovely than Sintian.

Putting things aside Sintian temporarily, Xiao Li turned to Shen Mirage: “Don’t go? It’s late.”

And what to say, he has already told each other.

Shen Mirage pretended to think for a while: “Can I stay overnight?”

Xiao Li hasn’t spoken yet, he has continued: “I can sleep on the sofa without disturbing you. I will make breakfast for you tomorrow morning.”

The young man thought of the picture he described, and the curvature of the corners of his lips raised upwards: “What type do you like?”

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment. It was indeed very late today. He looked at the sofa under him and compared Shen Mirage’s height: “You can’t sleep.”

To sleep on the sofa with a mirage physique, the long legs are indeed too wronged, and if the other person sleeps in his bed, then Xiao Li may not want to sleep tonight and tomorrow——

Therefore, under Xiao Li’s determination, Shen Mirage finally left his home reluctantly.

After standing at the window and watching the car downstairs leave, Xiao Li also closed the curtains, packed up and got ready to go to bed, leaving room for Fu Zige and them to toss.

Before that, however, the microphone outside the window tapped the glass twice: “Boom.”

Xiao Li opened the window and put it in: “What?”

The microphone floated up and down happily, and Fu Zige asked for credit: “I’m done.”

Xiao Li: “How did you do it?”

These two real ghosts, one singing and one codeword, are not very smart on both sides. Even if Fu Zige can bother him with his own singing voice, it wouldn’t be so fast.

Fu Zige said: “I read the plot of the master’s novel he wrote before.”

Immediately afterwards, it demonstrated affectionately to Xiao Li. It recited a section of Sintian’s novel: “President Gu held the chin of the woman in front of him, and he said coldly:’Woman, don’t want to provoke me, you Can’t bear it!’”

“The woman opposite him smiled delicately for this, twisting her body, approaching President Gu, and asking back:’What does President Gu want-I can’t bear it?’”

“Mr Gu’s heart shook, the person in front of him was **** sweet, but he immediately remembered the white moonlight in his heart, Xiao Bai was still waiting for him in the hospital bed, he immediately suppressed his impulse, suppressing his anger:’Look The way you are now, Mrs. Gu.’”

“Mrs. Gu refused to step back. She looked at the handsome face in front of her:’How am I doing now?’”

“President Gu shook off her hand and turned to call in the assistant:’Send Madam back to my home!’”

Fu Zige held his throat from time to time, sometimes lowered his voice, trying his best to imitate the tone of both sides. What’s more, due to the particularity of the microphone itself, its voice still has a magnetism, echoing leisurely throughout the space.

Send the madam back to my home.

Family.

Xiao Li: “…”

Public execution.

Even he couldn’t bear to close his eyes, let alone Sin Tian himself.

At this time, the manuscript has not bear on that channel displayed: [shut shut shut shut shut shut ah ah -! 】

The thick fonts are weeping blood. If Sin Tian can move, I can’t wait to pull myself directly and plug Fu Zige’s mouth into a paper ball.

Fu Zige paused reading aloud: “Hey, Zhou Ying helped me find out the novel it wrote.”

Sintian turned to Xiao Li: [Sherlock, I will answer your question and let it shut up. 】

[That symbol, I saw it on a website once, I think it can increase the fear of the novel, I added it, it’s that simple. 】

[Now, hurry up, that microphone, stay away from me, I have to figure out how to write tomorrow’s update! 】

Now the article “His She” on the website continues to be serialized, but the content has been changed from the general manager to a horror novel. After the initial anger of the readers, some people choose to leave, but some people think that the theme is newly written More interesting, keep chasing more.

Although the update no longer has the power to change reality, Sintian still retains the habit of writing.

“Good job,” Xiao Li grabbed the bottom of Fu Zige’s microphone and praised it routinely. “Go in and continue watching that variety show.”

Fu Zige flew in, turned on the TV, and squeezed himself into the best viewing position.

After it entered, Xiao Li drew out his pen and wrote in the Sintian manuscript: [Which website? 】

Sintian: [I don’t remember the specific website, I only remember the process. 】

Xiao Li originally waited patiently for its reply, but the other party got stuck, so he had to ask: [What process? 】

Sintian can’t tell the truth: […Baidu “How should authors attract readers”, Baidu Baike, the number one, will pop up a pop-up window, and that’s how the website pops up. There is only one pattern on this website, the one I attached at the end of the article. 】

Xiao Li put the manuscript on the bookshelf in the room and used the mobile browser to search the web according to the method that Sintian said. However, after he clicked in this time, no additional webpage popped up. I don’t know if it was temporary or sinful. What did God remember wrong.

But web pop-ups, graffiti corners…

How can this totem’s transmission method force it to be inferior?

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In the next more months, Xiao Li has not been pulled into the dungeon, and at the same time, there are frequent occurrences of supernatural events in reality, some of which do not need Xiao Li to go, and they are all sorted out and sent to by Ye Zeqing. Up him.

In the third week, Xiao Li received a reply email from the “I Am the King of Singer” program group.

One of the program staff members named A Le praised the song loudly, saying that its hoarse voice has different connotations. Not only that, he also invited the song creator Fu Zige to interview.

It is definitely not possible to go. Xiao Li will cast the recording of this song in the past just to get Fu Zige a little more approval.

He refused the interview with the program group and forwarded the compliments in the email to Fu Zige. The KTV ghost was excited on the spot.

That night, taking advantage of Xiao Li’s effort to go to school, Fu Zige did one thing.

In the “I am the King of Singer” program group, in a recording studio, several staff members responsible for screening songs are sitting in it, with iced coffee on hand for refreshment.

After another song, a girl with Jenny written on her chest said: “Yes, it’s not bad, but it doesn’t have its own characteristics and doesn’t give people the feeling of being bright.”

The person next to her is A Le. He is a young literary and artistic youth. He is less than 30 years old. He is wearing the uniform of the show crew. He still remembers the song he heard in the afternoon: “That song is better. He has experience and his voice is just right. It would be nice if he could be invited, and if he was asked to make a gimmick like’I have a story, do you have a drink?’, we won’t have to worry about the next hot issue.”

“Hey, isn’t it inconvenient for people to reply?” Jenny said. She paused the next wave of submissions. “I’m not here when you listen to it this afternoon. Let me hear how nice it is.”

With the tape playing, the songs Fu Zige sang at the abandoned bar slowly flowed out.

Jenny also showed an appreciative look: “It’s good, mainly because it has characteristics, it has not been polished but has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and is full of emotions, suitable for writing a script. But why do I think this echo is a bit weird? The sound quality is not good.”

“Doesn’t this show that his genius is more valuable? It’s a pity, a pity, this kind of song is easy to resonate with people, not just confined to love.” A Le held down the coffee, took a sip, stood up and said to his companion. “I’ll go to the toilet.”

“Go.” His companion pressed the play button again.

At the moment when A Le got up, he saw a face appeared in the ventilation duct overhead of the recording studio. He had been watching him for an unknown amount of time.

That face was not like a living person, it was extremely pale, with a strange posture, still holding a microphone in his hand, and his neck twisted to an incredible angle.

The grimace was facing him, those eyes seemed to have planned him as the target of the attack, and he didn’t move, even craned his neck to move forward.

It was Fu Zige, who deliberately came out of the sojourn’s microphone, revealing his original body, and showing his grateful gaze.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A Le rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.