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Chapter 163 I Heard President You Are Reborn
The gray-haired housekeeper, over half a century old, kindly looked at the completely different young master and young lady, sorted out the shuffled books, and ordered the servants to leave in a low voice.

"In just half a year, my friend Mo Zishu came to this position, which is the same as..." Fang Sijia, who was holding the trophy on the podium, smiled like a flower.

The fans in the audience came screaming like a flood, and the artists who did not win the award also clapped their hands convincingly and sent their most sincere blessings. On the huge screen, there was a fox with tears in his eyes but still smiling.

"Ding, long-cherished mission: to become a top star. Completed."

In this unparalleled feast, the news that the little singer left his country and went to other places disappeared like an insignificant cloud and sank into the bottomless mud.

The mermaid who was supposed to stand at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, and even sweep countless industries, was just under that peaceful beach, waiting for the impossible death in pain and despair.

"Ding, the main task: take the luck of the man of destiny, complete."

Mo Zishu, who rushed to the top in just half a year and then retired at the climax, has achieved one incredible project after another like a myth, for example, she has participated in five movies and a reality show in six months , a concert, published seven albums and more than ten music creations, and impressed everyone with the inhuman quality.

"This is an achievement that will never be achieved again." The senior director commented: "She is like an omnipotent superman. Her name will be engraved in the hearts of all subsequent and even current artists. She is a yearning and a An inescapable nightmare, an impossible mountain to climb."

"Maybe." A netizen commented: "She is a fairy descending to earth, otherwise there is no explanation."

"Milestone perfection."

"After listening to Mo Shen's concert, I probably can only cry on the street. The voice of God from ancient times will no longer appear."

"Crying while holding the album. I had it when I was alive, and I have to take it with me when I die."

"Everything in the world is perfect, let Mo Zishu completely complete it, I just want to know what else she can't do."

In fact, there are many that won't.

Mo Zishu held the dagger to Xiao Huang's neck.

For example, she doesn't know how to stop a lover who wants to kill her.

Cannibalism is expected, but the final winner is Xiao Huang, whom she has been trying to protect, which is very ridiculous and comical.

There should be no winner.

This is not a life and death war.

It's just the simplest redemption.

"Are you going to kill me?" The Patriarch of the Xiao family calmly lit the cigarette in his mouth. He reached out and stroked his wife's soft long hair, and laughed softly amidst the lingering smoke.

The light-colored smoke seemed to be mixed with bits and pieces of gold, following the flow of the evening wind outside the window, it slipped onto Mo Zishu's shoulders, like a butterfly that had lost its single wing, folded crookedly into a ball, Ended his brilliant life.

"Calm down, those enemies have already been kicked out of this world by Xiao Huang." 001 swallowed his non-existent saliva, and hurriedly comforted him, in case this crazy girl got mad and cut off her man: "Now I'm just dealing with a psychopath. Don't be too impulsive."

The tragedy of the last small world is still vivid! ——
Thank you "Manzhushahua" for the cute recommendation ticket, hold it high, okay——
(End of this chapter)