lol: I was a bad prince in Demacia

The reason why he bothered so much about those children.

The warm flame was as warm as a stove, and the little girl stretched out her feet to get close to the flame, but the fire was already out.

As for Fiona, who was also preparing to leave, no one paid any attention to Lu Qi.

Sometimes, Lu Qi's shy look is indeed cheap.

However, only a few rounds passed.

After walking a few steps, the little girl could no longer hold on to her hungry and cold body, so she slid down against the wall.

But the little girl has nothing, and she has to sell newspapers to support her family on a snowy night.

The image of Lu Qi in his heart is also changing.

"Did you see it! This guy really secretly studied behind my back!"

With that said, the two walked outside.

Even though she was ignored again and again, she persevered in following the crowd who ignored her.

After a while, the outside door was suddenly violently pushed open.

"Wow......"

He is suddenly curious now, what kind of image he is in the hearts of these girls.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I gradually had a lot of ideas, and then I started writing directly on the paper.

The core content remains unchanged, but the effect Lu Qi wants is already there.

The effect he hopes to see is that when people read the newspaper in the future, the first thing they think of is the poor little girl.

As the story comes to an end, it comes to the last two paragraphs of this page.

Several girls showed strong reactions to this ending, and the emotional ups and downs reached the highest level because of the final turning point.

He looked at himself in the mirror and snorted.

"Study, what are you talking about?"

There was an air of coldness and arrogance exuding from his whole body, and his chiseled face was surprisingly cold.

Anyway, you know a little bit about everything.

From now on, he will be serious!

She lit a match, lit a newspaper, and placed it in front of her.

In all fairness, this story is really good. It is not long from the beginning to the end, and a poor little girl is vividly portrayed with a simple description.

How could this 1.8-meter-high, handsome, aloof male god have anything to do with being cheap?

"I want to see what you wrote!"

It's just that they didn't expect it to start like this. They described a poor family in less than two hundred words.

"Hey, what else?"

Now, he has found the answer!

Without the Illuminators, these children would end up no better than little girls.

Surrounded by the yelling of several peddlers who turned a blind eye, the little girl stood barefoot in the ice and snow, the tears in her eyes froze in a short while.

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw several girls sitting on the mahjong table.

Thinking about it this way, his image became a little taller in the hearts of the girls.

The little girl quickly lit the second newspaper. She saw roasted chicken and bread in the fire, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

He even kicked him out of the house arbitrarily. In the end, the little girl was holding a stack of newspapers, standing helplessly in the ice and snow wearing her mother's large slippers and worn clothes.

Then, she put her eyes on it, which seemed to be the continuation of the story.

"But you wrote this story, you can change it however you want! Why must it be realistic!"

The three women around her also nodded in agreement.

The little girl walked helplessly on the street, facing the heavy snow, and raised the newspaper in her hand: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, does anyone buy newspapers!"

Don't forget that before he came to the capital, he and his mother lived a life of poverty. Maybe this story is his personal experience.

Lu Qi, your design is broken!

As soon as the words fell, the tenderness in the eyes of the girls disappeared immediately.

The second fire was about to go out, and she was reluctant to add another newspaper, but she was too cold.

Hearing Miss Guanwei's angry voice, the girls looked at Lu Qi in disbelief.

"Won't your conscience ache!"

Seeing this, the girls looked at Lu Qi much more pleasingly.

It was the gentle and kind grandma who came to pick her up. The grandma caressed the little girl's head with her big hands and said that she would take her to a place without cold and hunger.

Is Lu Qi an active learner?

"I won't make it difficult for you to play two laps with you."

Lu Qi recalled Lux's first words when he entered the door, and said with a frown.

The newspaper in her hand was gone, so she added the newspaper used to plug the holes in the clothes.

"?" Lu Qi couldn't help but put out a question mark when he heard the words.

"Ah!"

After appreciating his beauty for a few minutes, Lu Qi regained his mentality and walked downstairs slowly.

When they watched the second half, they almost thought that Lu Qi was going to make the little girl miserable to the end.

People are birthday cakes, a beautiful and harmonious family, and endless new clothes.

Lu Qi's train of thought was interrupted, and he looked outside in surprise.

A person who uses a sword is not a sword person!

"This is the real ending. Isn't it strange that a little girl of a few years old is not frozen to death in a snowy night in tattered clothes?"

"Gobang?"

Fortunately, this guy has a conscience and asked her grandma to pick her up.

This made them look forward to the next plot.

Seeing this, Lacus, who was fully involved in the story, was relieved: "The little girl is too pitiful. Fortunately, the ending of the story is happy."

Lacus turned her head and glanced at Lu Qi who came down, and issued an invitation: "How many laps?"

In order to help them, Lu Qi really thought a lot.

Is it possible that he saw his former self?

After seeing the little girl, her father ordered her to go out to sell newspapers. The little girl was worried about the heavy snow outside and wanted to take care of her mother who was seriously ill in bed. However, she was severely beaten by her father for no reason.

Now when they hear it again, they are already numb.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Lu Qi slowly put out a question mark: "What do you mean? You should give me a compliment?"

Lu Qi smiled faintly: "The content of the story is purely fictional."

In the third paragraph, the poor little girl has a strong and beautiful character. Seeing her tragic experience made the girls feel a little bit more sympathetic.

At this moment, she saw her grandma walking towards her. The little girl rubbed her eyes in disbelief, then stood up and rushed towards her grandma.

Seeing these eyes, Lu Qi seemed to be able to guess what they were thinking, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth very naturally: "Yes, I am such a great person, please praise me!"

The mother who is seriously ill in bed, the father who is addicted to alcohol, and the protagonist of the story, the little girl.

Then there seemed to be a fan-shaped statistical chart in his eyes, in which there were three points of coolness, three points of high coldness, and four points of carelessness, and then he did not speak.

She looked at Lu Qi in front of her, anger gradually appeared in her eyes, and then she slapped the table vigorously with her small hands.

In Demacia, such people abound.

She died, and the sun of a new day rose on her little body.She sat there beside a heap of ashes that had frozen into ice.

Sona covered her mouth and smiled, neither nodded nor shook her head, and then walked away with light steps.

At the beginning, it was clearly agreed to be bad together, but why does this guy know so much.

So she put another one up.

Lu Qi said briefly, his words exuded a temperament that strangers should not enter. After speaking, he walked towards the mahjong table and sat down slowly.

Outrageous!

Lu Qi looked at the girls in front of him who were staring at him, but he was still not ready to change. He smiled and said, "Looking at your reactions, I think this story should be quite successful."

At this moment, Lu Qi clenched his fists, trembling with anger, only felt cold hands and feet in this summer.

What a joke!

Even if she is innocent, she knows that this is reality.

Fiona thought for a while, and replied seriously: "A person with a sword."

Lacus turned her eyes back to the story, and the girls next to her also moved closer, and all of them turned their eyes to it.

In fact, there is no birthday cake, no stove, no kind grandma. This is just a phantom of a little girl on her deathbed.

Could it be that he was stimulated just now?

Seeing that this guy was suffering from some kind of illness, Lux rolled her eyes.

“奶奶，妈妈......”

"You were caught on the spot, do you still want to try to quibble?"

Lu Qi looked at Fiona who hadn't left yet, and couldn't help but ask, "Can I interview you how you think of me?"

In the early morning of the next day, people saw a little girl sitting in the corner, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a smile on her mouth.

Lacus raised her eyes and looked at Lu Qi: "Can you still write stories?"

The fire was about to go out again, she kept adding newspapers one by one, and her body gradually warmed up.

Lux glanced back at him, snorted disdainfully, and walked away directly.

After sorting out the paper and pens, dipped in ink, and started to conceive.

"?"

The little match girl is a short story designed to make people think deeply, and the realistic meaning it expresses is self-evident.

Even in Demacia, this kind of thing happens all the time. Just look at the orphans in the church. They are either abandoned by their parents or have lost their parents.

Lux walked to the desk, grabbed a few pages of paper on the desk, looked around, but gasped, "The little girl who sells newspapers? What is this?"

All of a sudden, Lu Qi was the only one left in the bustling room.

He actually worked hard in secret!

But Sona doesn't hate it.

Through this stark contrast, the tragic experience of the little girl can naturally make people feel sorry for her.

Lu Qi then said: "A short story written by hand, I plan to print it on the newspaper when it is published."

Lu Qi: "?"

Behind her, Kashina, Fiona, and Sona seemed to be her rape-catching partners.

The content of the second paragraph is longer. The emotions of the girls have fluctuated with the story. They are obviously angry with the father in the story, and they also have sympathy for the little girl's experience.

Lu Qi returned to his bedroom, lit the lamp in the room, and then sat in front of the desk.

Fiona frowned and looked over: "Should I fight or not? Speak humanly."

The little girl remembered that today is her birthday.

"How can it be impressive if it is unrealistic? Don't you know it after reading the headline? This is an advertisement for our newspaper."

The girls couldn't help staring at him twice more, not to mention, this guy looks pretty good like this.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and no one came to buy the little girl's newspapers. She used some newspapers to plug the gaps in her clothes, so that she became warmer.