"The water is about to stop. Everyone, hurry up and take advantage of this last chance to catch the water, hurry up and catch the water."
Little Q's voice came from outside the window.
"Get up!! I have to keep my skin hydrated every day, and I must not go without water for a day. Even if I lose weight, I still have to drink water. Water is a scarce resource."
Liang Jia held the faucet and kept going. After that, there was an elephant writer, and then a turtle writer.
"Where is the mermaid writer Xu Lier's book?"
"cut!"
Xu Li'er didn't fight or snatch books, but carried a lot of mineral water into the house.
"Do you also use mineral water for bathing? Do you have so much water?"
As soon as Liang Jia finished speaking, there was a queue outside, and a group of courier boys came in, each holding several items of mineral water in their arms.
"Will it be too extravagant?"
"Writer Liang Jia, this means that having money can make ghosts turn millstones, and having money can make ghosts carry water."
After the tortoise finished speaking, the couriers all looked at him and muttered, "Who is the ghost?"
"Xueba writer, I said you have a high IQ, but is your EQ too low? However, why did you carry a few boxes in my room? Could it be that Xu Li'er really treats me like a real sister?" , this treatment is pretty good."
When Liang Jia was triumphant, she was told that the mineral water was temporarily placed in her room because Xu Li'er's room could not be accommodated.
"Is there a mistake? Let me be her sister on the show once, but I didn't enjoy any benefits, tsk tsk."
Afterwards, a strange atmosphere appeared in front of Liang Jia's eyes. The elephant writer walked by with dark circles under his eyes.
"Mediocre writer, let me tell you that you are good at writing horror novels. Are you insane? With such big dark circles under your eyes, who do you want to scare to death?"
"I'm performing, what does it feel like when a person is about to die?"
"Oh my god!! Stop her quickly. After you die, you will naturally know that you will sleep for a long time when you die. If you demonstrate it now, you will not waste Qingqing's life in vain."
"Writer Liang Jia, please let go, I am doing exercises with small animals."
"You can't use anyone, you can't hurt small animals, do you understand?"
"Isn't it okay for mosquitoes too?"
"Mosquitoes? Those are the four pests. Of course you have to kill them if you see them. It's equivalent to eliminating pests for the people. But, mediocre writer, you can write horror novels. Why do you study the struggle of mosquitoes before they die? Then you can't sympathize with them? Put it directly in your mosquito net?"
"The death of mosquitoes is the theme of my new horror novel. Among them, different characters will appear in it, and they are all discussing why mosquitoes die."
"Eh? This is interesting. It seems to be suspenseful, and it also has the meaning of pet love. Writer Pingping, you want to combine the works of police and gangster writer Pu Yangcai with the work of pet love writer Xia Yi. Split and reorganize, become yours?"
"No, this is my original creation. As for the similarities with others, I don't know. You also want to talk with me about why mosquitoes die?"
"Then did you hit it? Did you use external force? You have to understand this first, right?"
"I didn't hit it, it died suddenly."
"Then let me guess first, it must be for real life, after all, a person's face is a bitter word" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com