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The kung fu of toasting and toasting is coming to an end.

At the dinner table, Zhang Nan's attitude was obviously much more cautious, which was in stark contrast to his behavior when he despised Li Xia at the beginning.Even adhering to the little etiquette of an adult, the girl took the initiative to raise the wine glass and saluted her eldest lady many times.

This made Li Xia, who was still a little finding fault in his heart, unable to exert his strength.

At the beginning, I planned to quietly show her the turmoil in Liu Jianshe's restaurant. By the way, how does this girl feel as time has changed?

Just looking at her honest and reserved appearance, Li Xia felt that he had no interest in bullying a helpless little aunt.

Although I don't know if she has repented, but at least now, I am reluctant to provoke her.

I went downstairs to settle the bill, said goodbye to the proprietress, and asked for the contact information of the waiter for my cousin. The eldest lady strode ahead alone.

Followed by my cousin who was puzzled.

"I said cousin, why do you agree?"

He hesitated a little, and after confirming that Zhang Nan was not looking here, he gently tugged on his cousin's sleeve, still with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Come on, if you don't agree, you will be unhappy." Hearing this, Li Xia rolled his eyes.

This is true.

The cousin touched his nose, feeling a little stuffy, but he still spoke after a while.

"But it's not good to do this for the company...?"

"Okay." This guy's indecision made the eldest lady feel a little annoyed by nature, and she waved her hand aside, "Anyway, there is always someone who wants to sing a good face, don't tell me you want me to sing a bad face, and then I will give you a bad face." A chance for a hero to save the beauty, increase your favorability?"

"That's not what it means..."

The cousin quickly waved his hand.

Two siblings walked ahead.

At the back, Cheng Qiqi was holding his head, looking at the little aunt curiously.

It seems that she is not very old, but for some reason, she always feels that her temper is a little strange.

As if he had experienced many things, he left a shadow on him, he was timid and full of contradictions.

At this moment, he was also staring at the eldest lady in the front row carefully, and from time to time his eyes moved to the eldest cousin again, wondering what he was thinking about.

"It's so weird."

she muttered.

Before I knew it, I came to the bus station.

The sun was setting now, approaching dusk.

Cousin originally planned to stay with his leader, but the other party obviously had no intention of continuing to inspect.

He just walked over, smiled and pushed the place between the big cousin and Zhang Nan a little closer, and then grabbed Cheng Qiqi's arm.

"Let's go, don't bother them."

"What are you doing? I still have something to do, so I need to talk to Mr. Xia!"

Having said that, the brightness in his eyes is obvious because he wants to see the gossip between the two.

Li Xia didn't bother to talk to her at all, and dragged the girl into the car.

So the driver stepped on the gas pedal.

Amidst the series of complaints, he drove the car slowly towards the distance.

Chapter 360 Chapter 367, Is that you, Old Wang?

There is nothing to say about the two-person space of the two little girls.

Cheng Qiqi seemed to be planning to stay with Lixia for a while longer, but Lixia said that she was not interested in her and only wanted to go home.

In desperation, the two had no choice but to get off the car not far from the Xiajia community.

It just so happened that Father Xia's dilapidated private car suddenly drove over, and when he saw his daughter from a distance, he stopped at the bank and waved.

"Cheng Qiqi, why are you here? Are you here to play with Lixia at our house? Why don't you go into the room and sit down together?"

Although the eldest lady had dragged Cheng Qiqi to meet the parents before, Lao Xia was still a little flattered to see the little star who was active in front of the TV, appearing in front of him so grandly and with warmth.

While nagging, he gave his daughter a wink and asked her to go back early to prepare refreshments for the distinguished guests.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady complained carelessly, "Now, Cheng Qiqi is my employee, and she should serve me the tea."

Lao Xia blinked and blinked, and was shocked instantly.

Before they had time to say anything, the two little girls were laughing and playing together, and from time to time, Yingying and Yanyan would yell Lixia, believe it or not, I will kill you later.

Feelings are surprisingly good.

When the fight was almost over, Cheng Qiqi bowed to Xia's father and said hello uncle.

"No need uncle, I'll go back to rest right away. Actually, I played with Lixia this morning."

"Really?" Dad scratched his head and subconsciously asked, "Then be careful on the road, is your residence far away? Do you want uncle to see you off?"

After I finished speaking, I felt that what I said was wrong.

There is a young and beautiful girl, and she follows behind, how decent is that?

"No, no, I can take the bus."

"OK then……"

The eldest lady cheerfully ignored the two people's politeness, crossed the road alone, and went home.

First, I went to wash my face to clean off the oil stains from the morning. The girl in the mirror had a trace of water on her temples, but she looked extraordinarily moist.

Then he put aside his sweat-soaked coat, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door with a bang, and got into the study.

Going to start the next update.

In fact, since the Chapter 4 of "Flame Fist" slaughtered the village, the whole story has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It no longer sticks to shaping the atmosphere of despair, but begins to describe the process of the protagonist's strength becoming stronger.

Of course, if it is an ordinary novel of passionate idiots, the main character’s growth path must run through the entire article, starting from Chapter 1, and ending with the finale and the final boss, the main character’s strength may be slowly or quickly gained, Making a leap.

But Yanquan is different.

The protagonist is not dead, and the amazing destructive power is only from the scorching flames that Dema gave him, and what Agni needs to do is how to adapt to the pain on his body.

As long as he can stand up, as long as he can contaminate the flames on others, then he will become the most destructive weapon in the world.

He doesn't need to exercise his fighting skills or body shape, as long as he is in contact with others, the never-ending flame on his body is enough to help him decide the winner.

It's that simple.

"In the first year, I could only howl in pain, even the wind and snow could not erase the flame."

"In the third year, I walked forward while vomiting blood. In order to divert the pain, I bit my tongue many times."

"In the fifth year, the fight gradually got used to the pain, and the body could move freely. But I still couldn't breathe freely in the flames."

"In the eighth year, the ability to regenerate was awakened again. I was finally able to focus the flames on my face in my right eye, and let my face leak out... At the same time, I was finally able to breathe."

Well, eight years of suffocation.

Even through words, the pain can be imagined.

"Recalling the past, I clenched my fist."

"Swear to take revenge on that flame-capable user."

In just a few sentences, it describes the process of Agni gaining combat power.

Compared with the protagonists in other works who frequently destroy the world, this kind of ability is somewhat small and ordinary, but after all, the world view is different. In the ice and snow world where only humans and beasts live, who can be qualified to compete with this hero? What about the undead Blaze?

Hang up.

The following plot also explains this truth very well.

Even if he is shot or pierced by a sharp weapon, Agni will not lose his fighting ability at all.

He has become an immortal demigod in that world.

Combat power suddenly became the ceiling in the world view, and even Dema, who had given him endless pain, was nothing more than a small ant in front of Agni.

The following plot is also very simple. The author did not describe the desolation of the world, but focused on Agni's revenge.

Breaking into the base camp alone, killing all the citizens of the Liberty King's Capital!

At the same time, he will return all the pain that Dema once gave.

Exciting and exciting!

Just when the readers thought that the author would continue to abuse the plot, unexpectedly she changed the subject and introduced the whole story into the tone of the traditional revenge novel.

Surprised.

But to make a digression, this kind of plot is indeed very enjoyable to watch, but the speed of progress is really too fast.This rhythm is actually a bit bad.

From forging a deep hatred to gaining the ability to take revenge, there are not even ten thousand words in the chapters during the period.The compact plot is indeed very exciting, but the audience is also prone to aesthetic fatigue, which makes the subsequent plot dull.

After all, it is impossible to use the same plot twice, and if it is always revenge, then it will be written with some five flavors.

The original author seems to be aware of this, so in the following plots, from time to time, some lyrical or philosophical dialogues will be added to lengthen the shot.

Well, it’s a common problem in neon comics. They use the name to accompany you to recall your life, such as "Naruto", and this kind of memory killing can be seen everywhere.

This kind of description method may make readers who are on the scene feel very emotional, but for other people who only pay attention to the plot, once or twice is fine, but if there is too much nagging, people will doubt whether it is true or not. Word count in water?

Therefore, as the eldest lady of Wen Chaogong, when converting "Yan Fist" into text, she also moved some hands and feet to avoid the so-called nagging situation.

First, some emotions and scene descriptions were added to the previous plot to make the picture fuller. At the same time, the rhythm of the plot was slowed down, and some seemingly advanced but repetitive chat content was deleted, making the whole plot more cohesive and coherent.

Write like a god.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the bloody revenge chapter has finally been written.

After double-checking and confirming that there is no problem, the eldest lady saved the document, connected to the Internet, and planned to send it to the mailbox of Juvenile Literature.

Well, under normal circumstances, she doesn't like networking very much when writing manuscripts. This has something to do with the experience of her previous life. She spends every day in the book friend group, and from time to time, a series of news will come, and she will be given by that group of talented friends. It attracts attention, so it's no wonder that the writing skills are not blocked.

But in this life, there are no taboos.

After all, she didn't even have her own book friend group, so where would she even talk about chatting?

Although her Penguin has added the official author groups of Juvenile Literature and Shuimunianhua, and many readers and writers are densely gathered in it, she has not established even a private reader group.

I don't know if it's because of this reason, but in many other online text groups, there are quite a few readers who have been chatting about "Flame Fist" these two days.

They couldn't find an orthodox channel to vent, so they had to find like-minded friends in other groups to chat.

Very helpless.

It's funny to think of the eldest lady.

She was an Internet comedian in her previous life, and she never saw any barriers when joking with readers and book friends. Why doesn't she even want to build that small group in this life?Could it be that the more she lived, the more autistic she became?

I was a little too cranky, I opened the mailbox page, I was planning to hand over the manuscript and come to an end, I didn't expect to glance at the webpage unintentionally, but found that my inbox was empty a month ago, but now Overwhelmed by more than 30 emails.

Li Xia frowned, a little surprised.

Happy mail?But it doesn't look like it. Isn't the news about Casino Royale posted hundreds of letters? How could it be so small?

I clicked on the mailbox with doubts, only to find out that it turned out to be a recruitment letter one by one.

There are all kinds of universities, one with three, and even some colleges with good development, densely packed, all kinds of speeches are gorgeous, and they look very special.

Anyway, it boils down to one sentence, as long as you come to our school, then any kind of remuneration is fine, let alone a scholarship, even if you are hung on the corridor and framed, there is nothing to talk about.

Well, the last sentence above was a joke.

But looking at the attitudes of school officials, one can indeed feel the enthusiasm.

Thinking about it, even though he was not as good as the champion, but in the province, he was considered the number two champion.

In addition, she is a girl, and she is so beautiful, so it is impossible for her not to be noticed by other schools.

Just which university should I choose?

In fact, the eldest lady is also a little confused.

According to his previous life, he was a student of Beijing University.