You Are My Wings

Is it really for himself?No way……

Qingqing grabbed Li Mubai's arm subconsciously, feeling a little nervous.

She widened her eyes and saw that those armed helicopters were coming towards her and Li Mubai.

The little girl's muscles were tense, as if ready to run away at any time.

However, those armed helicopters completely ignored the warnings of the two Jiangbian, flying in a very strange, elliptical-like formation, and finally hovered above Li Mubai's head.

At this height, Li Mubai could even see the paint on the bottom of the helicopter.

And Qingqing and he happened to be surrounded by these gunships, and they seemed to be fugitives surrounded by people in the movie.

Damn, could it be that Qingqing's father has done something bad and will be arrested...

Li Mubai thought this subconsciously, but before he had time to continue thinking, a loud horn sounded from a helicopter in the sky.

"Classmate Xia Qingqing! Li Mubai said he likes you!"

The sound that came out through the loudspeaker was very clear under the night sky, even to the point of being piercing, and its decibels absolutely resounded across the river bank.

Qingqing couldn't help widening her eyes, and was stunned subconsciously.

At the same time, the same horn sounded from other gunships.

"Classmate Xia Qingqing! Li Mubai said he likes you!"

A total of five armed helicopters, five high-decibel tweeters, and five identical voices resounded across the river bank at the same time. It seemed that even the sky could hear this bold declaration.

And who is that familiar voice that isn't Fang Tianhang?

At the same time, one flare after another was fired from the gunship.

The flares that cut through the night sky released dazzling light and heat, illuminating the grass by the river as if it were daylight.

The two people standing on the grass seemed to be in the midst of endless fire trees and silver flowers, and their retinas were full of the dazzling light of those flares.

In my ears, I can no longer hear the cold wind by the river.

Apart from the high-speed humming of the huge propellers of the military helicopters, the only thing left in the world of the two was that huge horn.

"Classmate Xia Qingqing! Li Mubai said he likes you!"

"Classmate Xia Qingqing! Li Mubai said he likes you!"

The bold confession that kept ringing resounded on both sides of the Outer River, and even spread far away, alarming most of the city of Wo.

Seeing such a scene, listening to the bold declaration resounding from Jiang An, Li Mubai's expression twitched, almost going crazy.

Damn Fang Tianhang!You TM can play!

This is no longer a surprise, this TM is a shock!

Testimonials

Well, it's almost time for this...

Well, according to the practice of Jianghu, it will be on the shelves tomorrow.

So let me tell you something.

To be honest, I usually don't like to leave a message at the end of the chapter, I always feel that this will affect the reading experience.

After all, a story has just been written, and when the reader is still immersed in the story, suddenly the author asks for a ticket or a bunch of short ramblings from parents are really a drama.

That feeling is almost equivalent to watching a romantic movie halfway through, and the director runs out and dances...

Well, that's pretty much how it feels.

So I don't like to leave comments at the end of chapters, and I don't like to ask for tickets. I prefer to post a single chapter with a lot of chatter.

It's a pity that after the book guest entered V, due to some technical reasons, the website has not been completely perfected, so even a single chapter has to be charged, and a free single chapter cannot be released... God damn the technical department (shrugs).

All in all, let’s chat with you before you can send a free single chapter before it is on the shelves.

In the field of online texts, in fact, they have been together for many years.

Floating around like rootless duckweed in a daze, it has been four or five years, and the documents on the computer have written 600 million words.

I wrote many stories, opened many pits, and met many friends.

At the beginning, everyone called me Dongma. Later, when I went to Shuke, my friends called me Pandaren. Well, one ID per work is basically my reserved feature.

Basically every time I open a new book, I change the ID.

Without him, there is no face to see people.

In the past when writing books, I always picked up a pen and started writing when I had a good inspiration or idea. Then I thought of where to write, and I thought about the plot while writing. There was no pattern at all.

It's a pity that things like inspiration always dry up. The author has a few days of empty window every month, sitting in front of the computer and can't write a word.

But it has to be updated every day, what should I do if I can't write it?

I can only make up my mind and turn around...

Once or twice is fine, three times, four times, five times and six times. At the end of the turn, it becomes a broken bone.

So after getting to know each other for a long time, my friends said that only the first 50 words of my book can be read, and after 50 words, it starts to collapse, and after 100 million words, it is basically impossible to read... The conscience of heaven and earth!I don't want this either.