An Qingju has excellent hair quality, smooth, black and moist, with a nice hair scent and wet.

Yunluo asked An Qingju to sit down, then stood up and took a black and white striped towel, carefully rubbing An Qingju's hair. The crystal water droplets fell on her tender skin, with unspeakable beauty.

An Qingju was very calm. She stretched out a pink female finger, teasing Tangtang who was sleeping in, gently poking the fluffy rat body with her fingers, grabbing the inverted triangle ear and rubbing it. She was very childish.

An Qingju, who is 1.6 meters tall, is a bit petite and delicate, but she is not an airport, but has a sense of spiritual energy.

Yun Luo wiped An Qingju's hair clean, then stuffed the black and white striped towel into An Qingju's arms, and began to drive people away: "Wipe it, Xiao Qingju gives way, I want to write a manuscript to make money to support my family."

"Hmph, just say it just because I'm impatient." An Qingju pouted her little mouth, a little unhappy, but she still gave up the chair obediently and watched Yun Luo sit down and open the document and type on the keyboard to write the article.

An Qingju's delicate body is surrounded by a coffee cat snow-white bath towel, giving people a green beauty.

Yunluo ignored An Qingju. She was so kind that the more she talked, the more she made a fuss. An Qingju glared at Yunluo with a little resentful eyes, twisted Yunluo with his little hand, and then stepped on his pink slippers to go back to the boudoir to change his clothes. If An Chuyu had finished taking a shower and saw An Qingju like this, he would definitely snatch his sister's ears and mutter.

An Qingju ran out in a few minutes and put on a light gray short-sleeved shirt that was long enough to reach the knees, revealing a pair of snow-white legs. The super short hot pants inside were not visible, which made people feel the hazy beauty of nothing wearing underneath.

Yun Luo met this light gray shirt. The one whom his girlfriend An Chu met, An Qingju didn’t have such a thin shirt.

"Brother-in-law, all the beautiful clothes are ruined. Let's go shopping tomorrow." An Qingju grabbed Tangtang and said while playing. She sat honestly beside the bed and didn't quarrel.

"Yeah, this can be available, and your sister should be happy to go." Yun Luo responded casually, and his subordinates kept writing a life-and-death battle with an ancient tree that was as huge as a mountain. So he did not write the article for the time being, but went to see some other things.

Logging into the book pages of the 237th year of the End of Time, Yunluo glanced at the book review area and thought there was nothing good to watch, so he turned it off. Yunluo went to Qiuqiu's original music platform, put on his own account, and checked the information full of background. Without system information, it doesn't matter whether to read or not, and deleted them all.

Seeing that I'm Not Dead in Heart, this song ranked first on the Qiuqiu original music platform rankings, Yunluo also felt something interesting. There was a song related to the Bloody War Ancient Tree, which was very beautiful and sad. It tells the story of a baby girl falling into the hands of the Bloody War Ancient Tree, and being raised by the Bloody War Ancient Tree, and finally died in the hands of a beloved hero.

That beauty, with the kindness of an angel and the purity of an angel, rescued many people from the ancient tree of the bloody war. In fact, how could the mutant plants raise human girls? The figure similar to the beauty was essentially used by the ancient tree of the bloody war to lure and kill other living creatures. Occasionally, some people escaped their lives. It was the ancient tree of the bloody war that was full.

You understand, that hero is actually him. In the end of the world, he was rampant with one sword, killing countless people, and living people. Some were artists who sang praises to him. This story was actually made up, but it has been sung for hundreds of years.

This is also the first song specially tailored for him. He naturally knows how to sing and also gives the artist a reward.

The song is called - Death of Angels.

Don’t be surprised, the word death in the last days is very honorable, the word with a very noble style, and the more noble one is naturally life.

Compared to the song "I'm not dead in my heart", the death of an angel can make people feel depressed and unhappy. The first half of the song is as ethereal as a illusion, with the beauty of nature, telling the story of the beauty, purity and kindness of an angel. The second half is that when the hero comes, he wants to kill the ancient tree of bloody war, and the angel falls in love with the hero, and the hero is defeated in the battle between the ancient tree of bloody war.

For love, the angel told the hero the weakness of the ancient tree of bloody war. The hero fought hard for seven days and seven nights, killed the ancient tree of bloody war, and wanted to take the angel away and marry her as his wife for the rest of his life.

In fact, the life and death of the angel has long been bound with the ancient tree of bloody war. The angel died and the hero’s heart died and tears fell down. Holding the angel’s corpse, step by step into the boundless darkness after the sunset. That was a desperate honor.

The death of an angel is a fairy tale, a myth, and a lie.

He likes this song very much. He loves it so much that people are always a bit narcissistic.

...

Yun Luo is very thief. When he thought of recording all kinds of trivial matters about the death of the angel, he remembered Yan Chenyu's immediate boss Zhen Mi. The daughter who waited for a daughter would not regard money as money. If she could get sponsorship, Yun Luo could record a song for free.

The Tianlai recording studio on the bank of West Lake is very expensive, and the conditions are naturally excellent. Yunluo has tried the top music recording equipment, so he naturally doesn't want to lower his level. However, although it is not difficult to apply for this money from his girlfriend, Yunluo doesn't feel that it is necessary to spend tens of thousands of dollars on his own.

There is a sucker here, and the bamboo pole will not be knocked white or knocked.

Yun Luo thought of it and wrote the song "The Death of Angel" on his laptop. According to the love of the end of the world by the goddess of Guzheng Zhen Mi, the love of the apocalypse style of my heart-dead heart, then the better death of the angel is naturally fine. Let's put it this way, the apocalypse of my heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-dead heart-

Picking up the black phone, Yun Luo called Yan Chenyu: "Hey, Chenyu, I have another new song. I want to record it. Isn't this a fancy to your boss's money? I want to set up some free top recording studio. I'll send you the music score on the mobile ball. The name of this song is Angel's Death."

Yan Chenyu naturally likes Yun Luo to find her if she has something to do, which means that the two are very close: "I dare not guarantee this matter. The lady is very picky. I will give it to the lady. As for whether the lady likes it or not, I don't know if she is willing to pay."

"It's okay, let the flow, don't force it." Yun Luo didn't care. Zhen Mi didn't give money, but her girlfriend would give money.

"Miss I really like me. I often play a guzheng song and listen to the war drum version for the Lord. The lady also read the book you wrote for 237 years of the End of Times. I thought it was quite fun." Yan Chenyu said some of the little secrets of the young lady so that Yun Luo would not be so disappointed. The possibility of success is still very high, as long as the quality of the song is good.

"The Death of Angels and the Undying of My Heart are both songs of the wind of the End of the World. The Death of Angels is a true classic in terms of quality. This is not something I boast about, and you will understand it when you hear it." Yun Luo also wanted to give Yan Chenyu some confidence to avoid reporting to Zhen Mi, so as not to have enough confidence.

"I understand, Aluo, you are the best. You're fine when you first meet Qingju, right?" Yan Chenyu praised Yunluo sweetly. This ordinary boy can always give Yan Chenyu a calm sense of security.

Yun Luo logged into Qiuqiu on the computer, and passed the written music score to Yan Chenyu. After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.

...

"Brother-in-law, you have released a new song. Is it so nice? Can you listen to it with a rhythm?" An Qingju was very naughty and liked the unique feeling. She held Yun Luo's arm and acted coquettishly, and the two green apples rubbed.

"What do you listen?" An Chuyu's voice came, and An Chuyu, wearing a pink pajamas, wiped his wet hair with a snow-white towel. An Chuyu walked to Yunluo and turned around naturally. Yunluo took the snow-white towel and carefully wiped his black hair for his girlfriend.

"It's a new song. My brother-in-law wrote another song called "The Death of Angels." I just called Sister Chen Yu to ask Sister Chen Yu's boss to pay for free song recording. I want my brother-in-law to hit the rhythm and listen to it first." An Qingju grabbed Tangtang's fluffy and red tail a little unhappy. As soon as her sister came, her brother-in-law was not alone, which was so annoying.

"Aluo, why didn't you find out that you still have musical talent before? That song is so nice. Did you make money?" An Chuyu was a little curious. She knew very little about the music industry, only knowing that those singers and stars made a lot of money.

"I am an independent musician. I'm not the turn of big-headed people like advertising endorsements, and I don't have the capital to sell CDs. So after I learned about this circle, I found that if I want to make some money, I can only rely on color rings to share the money. This song is so popular that I can't die. The sales of color rings should be pretty good. I don't know how much money I have, and I won't go anywhere."

Yunluo explained to An Chuyu a little, so as not to find something wrong with her girlfriend’s account check: “If an independent musician wants to make money, she can go to bars and nightclubs to perform on the streets. This is equivalent to work, and I don’t like it very much. Anyway, making music is just a hobby in addition to writing novels. With this book in the 237th year of the Apocalypse, you can buy a van soon.”

"Well, it's good to have a car, and it's much easier to go home from now on. The van is not expensive. This month's royalty is paid, so I'll buy a van worth about 30,000 yuan. Anyway, everyone has a driver's license." An Chuyu had food in his hand and was able to talk to him. He also gave Yun Luo a sweet kiss with a smile, which made An Qingju so jealous.

...

In the end, Yun Luo did not knock on the rhythm of the angel's death for the An sisters. It was not that An Qingju didn't want to listen, but that An Chuyu and Yunluo were chatting, and An Qingju was sulking alone and soon joined the chat group.

It was getting late at night and it was half past ten. An Chu met, and An Qingju had no intention of going back to the house to sleep. Even though the two sisters were sleepy, they yawned. Yun Luo was a human with a high IQ. At first, he thought that two girls liked to chat, but later he realized that they were afraid of fear and did not dare to go to bed, and had nightmares.

"Be good, I'm scared today. I don't worry about you two, so I'll just hug you all night." Yun Luo's voice was very gentle, and he took all the embarrassment on himself so that the two sisters wouldn't be so shy.

An Chuyu and An Qingju faced each other, their pretty faces were a little pink. They held hands and went to the bathroom to wash without saying a word, and then slept in Yunluo's room. The two sisters slept with Yunluo's arms and also pillowed with Yunluo's shoulders. It was hard to enjoy the blessings of all people. If it were the original Yunluo, their arms would be numb and unconscious in minutes.
Chapter completed!