Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

"Gabriel, hide quickly! Let's block the sun for you first!" Ouya shouted at Miss Gabriel who closed her eyes and felt it in the dawn.

Gabriel is the daughter of the vampire Van Helsing, so he is also a vampire, right? ——Since you are a vampire, you must be killed by the sun, right? ——The logic of the boys and girls seems to be correct.

But when they saw Miss Gabriel, unscathed in the sun...

"How, how is it possible?!" The boys and girls opened their mouths wide and rubbed their eyes, all in disbelief.

Then he looked at Annie who looked exactly like Miss Gabriel next to her.

A bold idea rose up in their little heads——

Could it be...Gabriel is not the daughter of the vampire Van Helsing, and the vampire Van Helsing is the receiver? !

"You all get up, blocking my view of the sun..." Miss Gabriel whispered softly next to Katyusha's shoulder. With the Horcrux equipped, Miss Gabriel was tired of talking.

"Gabriel...are you really a vampire?" Ouya stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Why do you ask this?" Miss Gabriel moved her eyes and looked at Ouya.

"Ahem... just curious... how can a vampire be in the sun..." Ouya's eyes dodged, and she almost said the words 'we doubt your life experience'.

Boom! ——A pair of huge bat wings protruded from Miss Gabriel's back, but limply drooped on the lawn.

"Here, did you see it?" Miss Gabriel curled her lips.

"Wow! Cool!" The boys and girls stared at Miss Gabriel's cool wings with twinkling eyes.

"Fly! Fly! Fly and show us!" The dwarf wooden hammer was the first to boo.

"No." Miss Gabriel flatly refused.

"Ah?—Why?—" The boys and girls looked regretful.

"You can't see it? I can't move now, a group of idiots..." Miss Gabriel looked at the group of char siu with the eyes of idiots.

But he laughed out loud.

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The last update for today! ~

Wait a minute for the testimonials... a little nervous...

Chapter 121 Chapter 000: Gold and Silver Mango's Testimonials (Zero)

Some emotion...

Generally speaking, I will not set aside a chapter dedicated to writing texts that are not relevant to the novel.

But there are also unusual times, counting this time, there were three times, the first two times... It was the so-called eunuch testimonials, I apologized to the readers, and blew myself up, vomited out my own mental journey, and wiped it into words with trembling fingers ...

Then, with a little less guilt, I started preparing for my next novel...

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Testimonials on the shelf... I haven't met it before, I don't know how to say it, or I will blew myself up according to the tradition?

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Ok……

I am a very lazy person.

The first novel was updated once a day, and it was only when it was about to collapse that I realized the reason for the second update every day. After a few months of lingering, there was no improvement.

The second novel is updated twice a day, and the condition is better than before. At least two hundred collections easily broke the record of ninety collections.

But he didn't see any improvement, instead, he exposed the essence of his low psychological quality——

I get carried away, and I get carried away...

The third book, which is this novel, is in much better condition, and I have also decided to update it five times a day.

At first I thought I couldn't do it myself...

But I still persevered, giving every post, comment like, and replying, and every reader I saw was like a treasure and paid attention (this is called "cannibalism" by me)...

It is readers who give me strength...

Hmm...it's readers, I don't dare to call readers fans...

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I'm a coward...

I feel like I can't, even if everyone says I can...

Probably this kind of affirmation came a bit late, but it's better than nothing... Haha...

The reason why I don't dare to ask for too many things is... I feel that I don't have the qualifications...

But as long as I meet some good people, it is a very warm thing. I have always enjoyed this kind of 'encounter'...

It can be regarded as seeing flowers in the ruins...

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I'm not actually a happy person...

Some readers say that my novels are easy to read, maybe I also want to relax...

I'm not smart, and I can't write any wonderful conspiracies and tricks, so the rhythm in the future will be very easy, everyone can rest assured...

But it is also very contradictory. I often want to write some words about bitterness and hatred...

Before preparing this novel, there were still four scrapped manuscripts, full of gloom and sorrow... I didn't choose them to appear before the world, maybe I wasn't sure to write them down?

Just like the first few chapters of this novel, I originally wanted to create a gloomy, cold, and world-weary Van Helsing, but still had hope for the world. As I was writing, I found that it was a bit difficult for me...

I don't want to write about this kind of character...

So I created a patch like "pain biscuit" and turned Van Helsing into a character I yearn for. His world is full of love, and he is also full of love for the world...

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I am a very lazy person...

It's been said once before, but it bears repeating...

Because of my laziness, I have a half-understood understanding of everything. There are many things I don’t know, and there are many things I am too lazy to manage and ask...

This is a kind of unintelligence.

I have always needed someone to force me to move forward, but now, no one is forcing me, I have grown up...

Because of laziness, the originally scheduled six o'clock code word was changed to seven o'clock, and then changed to eight o'clock. Get up early.

So I 'created' 'her'.

In the morning, she would pull me out of the quilt, force me to brush my teeth and wash my face, and then push me to the computer. Even if my hands were cold and I had chilblains, she would roll up my cumbersome sleeves because of the pursuit of speed, and then start typing , you are not allowed to think about anything, this is the punishment for sleeping late...

It was agreed to start coding at two o’clock in the afternoon. Because I was lazy, I would secretly play with my mobile phone until three o’clock, and then because I was tired, I sat in front of the computer and wanted to squint for a while, and she would force me to support my face with one hand , wearing glasses, always keep your eyes on the time in the lower right corner of the computer, even if you fall asleep, you have to wake up from time to time to take a look...

I can only sleep until 03:30, and after 1 minute, she will slap my face with the other hand. It’s not too hard, but it can wake me up, and then I start typing. I’m not allowed to think about anything. This is for playing with my phone punish……

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I know that I am a lazy and hopeless person. If I keep being so lazy, my life will continue to be dull...

So I am very grateful to her.

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Wrote some messy stuff...can't stop...

But the night is already deep, and tomorrow I have to be energetic, so let's make a simple ending...

My name is Jin Mango (my pseudonym is a bit weird), thank you for your support all the time, I don’t have friends, so I don’t know how to speak, so the only way to express my gratitude is a dry ‘thank you’, sorry, but I can guarantee This is absolutely sincere!

Thank you!

Because I'm a half-assed person, I only have a superficial understanding of the meaning of "making money" on the shelves, which makes me a little apprehensive...

Has my level really reached the level where I can make money? ...

I'm afraid someone will say, 'What is it written, that this kind of toilet paper can also be put on the shelves? '...

The best way to avoid this kind of words is not to put it on the shelf. I was not willing to put it on the shelf...but she started to force me...

My avoidance is also a kind of laziness.

thank her...

She knows that she pushed me into this situation, and I dare not turn back, because I will be sorry to everyone who knows the news, editors, readers...

and myself...

Thank you.

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Tomorrow is the time to put it on the shelves. I hope everyone can continue to support it. Even if you want to leave, don't cancel the collection, okay?

It's really over...

I won't write anymore, my hands are a little stiff...

She made me go to sleep...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Chapter 122 Chapter 121: The Holy Angel's Destruction Classroom ([-])