Chapter 52 Li Xing Station Ticket? How could it be that it’s just a plagiarism from a comic! [4 updates]
Author: Carrot to Heaven
Chapter 52 Li Xing Station Ticket? How could it be that it’s just a plagiarism from a comic! [4 updates]
early morning.
In the attic courtyard.
Yan Jiu held up her mobile phone in one hand and a shovel in the other, lying without drafting: "When I went there, the two of them had been struck by lightning. What witch stone? I didn't see anything else."
at the same moment.
Headquarters of national special agencies.
Ma Weiwei had a hands-free mobile phone in front of her.
She waited respectfully for Yan Jiu to hang up the phone.
Ma Weiwei repeated what he said to the bureau chief and colleagues as uninvited guests in a serious manner.
Opposite to the General Administration of State Special Agencies and others, sat a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: "Do you believe what she says?"
Ma Weiwei put her cell phone in her pocket and told the truth: "If it were Taoist Master Hou Ming who spoke, of course I would consider it, but I believe Senior Yan's words unconditionally."
Everyone: Are you trying to play double standards here?
The other person in Xuanmen was not too aggressive. He just smiled and said: "Isn't it childish for Team Leader Ma to say this? After all, the wizard stone is comparable to the nine magic weapons. If it is protected, who in our country would dare to commit a crime?"
?”
The horse choked slightly.
She knows the importance of the Nine Magical Artifacts, and naturally also knows that the value of the Wizard Stone cannot be overstated.
For a while.
Ma Weiwei couldn't find anything to say and retorted back and forth.
Just when the people of Xuanmen are complacent.
The person sitting in the upper seat lazily raised his eyelids and did not move his position from beginning to end.
The man has curly hair and blue eyes.
Every eyelash is filled with laziness.
The eyes are as dazzling as inorganic emeralds.
The brow bones and deep eye contours on the mixed-race face give it a powerful and powerful look.
His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed.
But hidden in his eyes is the keenness of a goshawk.
He was wearing a crisply pressed shirt and black military trousers, with his collar buttoned up to his jawline. At a glance, you could tell that he was a man who had had the right to choose a spouse for at least 60 years.
Lang Zongyi said: "Mr. Chen, if you want to test the theoretical knowledge of my subordinates, please show me a special-level mystical master qualification certificate that is higher than mine. Otherwise, you will not be able to stay here."
He rested his left arm lightly on the seat handle.
There happened to be a beam of bright light from the window in the upper left corner, which fell on his bony palm.
He was playing with a pierced wolf fang in his hand, the sharp fangs glowing with cold light.
Chen Cheng suppressed his smile.
He didn't expect that the bureau leader would end up in person.
Today's matter only involves an ordinary funeral director. Why did Lang Zongyi come forward!?
He couldn't figure it out.
He only knows.
Don't even think about asking for it today.
They can only look for opportunities later.
Just then.
Liu Fei, who happened to come over to watch the show, acted as a mediator: "I finally understand. It's all our fault that our Team Leader Ma has been feeling unwell and having severe mood swings these past few days. Please forgive me."
Hou Ming: "..." You've already said this, and if I get angry again, wouldn't I become someone who bullies women?
Chen Cheng: "..." Don't say you don't know we are angry, it's your bureau who is so angry!
Liu Fei said again: "I think you two have hemorrhoids and can't sit still. Lin Han, see the guests off quickly."
Lin Han stood up immediately.
Opened the door to the conference room.
It shows the intention of chasing away guests.
Wait until the Xuanmen people throw up their sleeves and leave.
Ma Weiwei and others looked at Lang Zongyi who closed his eyes again, and tacitly agreed not to disturb him.
When there was only one person in the conference room, Lang Zongyi.
Lang Zongyi opened his eyes suddenly.
His pupils were constricted.
He was obviously suffering significant mental torture.
At this moment, the decorations in the conference room were controlled and swayed by an invisible force.
Lang Zongyi took out a syringe from his pocket. The metal syringe contained a beautiful blue potion.
It can suppress his animalistic physique.
Don't let his bloodline riot.
When the blue medicine was slowly injected into Lang Zongyi's body along the vein in his wrist, the ornaments around him were saved from being shattered.
Lang Zongyi rolled up his sleeves, revealing the lean and explosive muscle lines of his arms. His whole person went from lazy and casual to meticulous in just an instant.
His eyes were dark.
The number of riots is increasing.
It seems.
He needs to prepare early.
Lang Zongyi flipped the phone screen with one hand.
I searched and found Yan Jiu’s store.
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At that time.
Yan Jiu is wearing sunglasses.
Basking in the sun in the yard.
Her PK failed.
But the thriller anchor Yiga.
More and more people are following her.
In disguise, it raised her enthusiasm.
A rare weekend.
Yan Jiu gave employees a holiday.
I didn’t want to work overtime secretly to impress everyone.
This day.
On her left hand was slightly warm stinky tofu, on her right was a comic book series, and in her hand was the third chapter of a certain Mary Sue comic.
The onlookers in the live broadcast room today were so addicted that they laughed and laughed along with Yan Jiu without getting bored.
【There is a feeling of peace and tranquility in the years.】
[This cozy little atmosphere, did I go to the wrong channel? Not sure, please check again.]
[Master Jiu: I bet with the gods that your heart will flutter for a moment. 】
【The silent Mr. Jiu is in love.】
[The anchor is good at everything, he just has a long mouth.]
[User "I" has initiated a forced marriage application to you! 】
[The person in front is thinking about eating, the anchor belongs to everyone! 】
【Okay, that faceless beauty is mine.】
[Let’s do this, friends, I’ll marry one and you marry the other, is that fair, right? Where can I get the certificate~]
【Welcome to the big daydreaming scene.】
None of the viewers in the live broadcast room found it boring. On the contrary, they enjoyed such a peaceful time.
As if looking at Yan Jiu.
The whole person can be sublimated.
Until there was a new netizen who joined the live broadcast room.
[Does Mr. Jiu also follow comics? 】
[I’m new here, can you please ask the anchor to see when the author of the comic I’m following will be updated? Will it be unfinished? 】
[Sister, how dare you ask Mr. Jiu to see someone!?]
[A certain comic book author: Please don’t introduce me!]
Yan Jiu saw the exclamation mark out of the corner of her eye.
She scrolled through the comments.
I immediately understood the reason.
Just click on the comic author mentioned by netizens.
The ID is "June's Left Hand", and its author is a two-dimensional hand-drawn circle Dachu.
Yan Jiu clicked on the other party's feed without even thinking about it.
Saw several short videos of creative clips.
System panel: [Ding!
Test object: June’s left hand,
Remarks:Quality customers,
Mortality rate: 94%,
Time of death: After the 834th theft of drawings.
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!]
System: [Every time there is plagiarism, there is someone who is plagiarized, Amen.]
Yan Jiu looked at the comic book at hand to make sure that the author of her comic had not plagiarized it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
She then looked at "June's left hand".
Calculate the other person's life story.
At that time, netizens saw Yan Jiu's status in the live broadcast and were shocked by their own imagination.
[Look at the anchor’s appearance, there’s something going on! 】
【The defense is broken.】
【It’s over, Barbie is Qing.】
[I have an ominous premonition...]
Netizens in the live broadcast room saw Yan Jiu starting to tap on the tablet through their mobile phones.
Their hearts move with the sound of the keys.
[@June’s Left Hand, plagiarist, do you need a standing ticket to leave the earth? Let your idiot fans give you 50 cents. If you don’t leave, you will never be able to leave.]
"June's Left Hand", who was immersed in playing with his mobile phone while waiting for his birthday party, heard the beeping sound coming from his mobile phone.
He thought that the writer he hired had done the painting, or that the birthday party had been decorated.
Open at one point.
I discovered it was a brand new black powder.
He scoffed.
Just about to exit the page.
A bunch of private messages raised his doubts.
[Big left hand, did you really plagiarize? 】
【555, I don’t believe the house collapsed! 】
[Go and refute her quickly!]
【I will always believe that my left hand is big.】
[What should I do? Dada is about to die. I don’t know whether to comfort myself or Dada.]
