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Chapter 194 Blade Incident(1/2)

With the update of the Dragon Clan in the book city, book friends exploded directly.

When Ai Rii died, the goddess in their minds was actually written to death.

Damn it?

Do they read novels and see it?

You wrote the goddess to death, it's so good to have a yarn.

The book friends were angry and the comment section exploded.

On the other side, there was a sudden group of blade parties.

"Old thief, I'll give you the pear coat to paint, otherwise it won't be over."

"Damn, send a blade, and have the ability to put the address."

"Take me one and send a blade to the old thief, and don't return Huiliyi, this matter is not over."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I support you, the old thief in Jiangnan, I must give you an explanation."

“…………………”

The crowd was excited and had technical mates, and they began to look for the author's information on the Internet.

But I found that the author's information about the old thief in Jiangnan was blank.

Many netizens who wanted to send a blade were stunned.

No address, send a hammer.

Many people who were watching this scene laughed.

A group of fools, who couldn't even handle the address, even sent a blade.

And just when everyone thought that this matter was over.

The Dragon Clan has updated another chapter, and it still explains the chapter.

The excited book friends clicked in. They thought it was an old thief who admitted his defeat, but after taking a look, they were furious.

Chapter content: It is still impossible to return it, but I can write everyone else to death. In addition, the address of the blade is as follows.

The content of the chapter is extremely short, but the bloodiness is generally seen.

In just a few words, those excited book friends were completely blown away by the anger.

"Caocao, old thief, wait, here is a box of it."

"Damn, how can one box be enough? I have to send a truck."

"If you don't give me back the painting of pear clothes, you dare to write to others to death. Old thief, you are afraid you are looking for death."

"I can't bear it, I will never bear it."

“…………………”

The book friends were excited, and the netizens who were eating melons were also admired in their hearts.

Arrogant, too arrogant!

After watching it for so long, they have never seen such an arrogant author.

He actually openly clamored for his book friends and even released the address.

This should be a typical example of not being afraid of death.

The popularity on the Internet has increased little by little. Many other book friends couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that there was no goddess in their books.

Fortunately, I didn't look at the Dragon Clan, otherwise I would have been furious.

As time passes by little by little, many excited book friends really sent boxes of blades out.

What's more, some people went to the address and prepared to wait for the rabbit.

But when I arrived at the place, many people were stunned.

What is the address of this? This is clearly a merchant that exports the blade.

Seeing the blade boxes being received with their own eyes, everyone was stunned.

They buy it from here and then send it back to them?

Slutty, so slutty!

But what came immediately was anger.

Many netizens who know the truth will announce it directly on the Internet as soon as they go back.

The shameless author actually resells the book friend’s blade!

As soon as the post was released, many people clicked in.

Seeing that there was an author, he deliberately angered the book friend and asked the book friend to send the blades, thus selling the blades.

This series of operations is simply indescribable.

Each of them has data and came forward and calculated reasonably based on the number of blades sent in the post.

One month is selling blades, and an old thief actually earns 100,000 yuan a month!

As soon as the data was calculated, everyone was shocked.

Many passers-by are also uneasy.

By selling blades, you earn 100,000 yuan a month.

This is simply damn.

After a brief period of loss of mind.

Many netizens forwarded it and shared it.

For a time, an author made a news story by selling blades and earning 100,000 yuan a month.

Many netizens, looking at such a title, were disdainful.

Damn, these days, can’t you be more professional in journalism?

How could an author sells and buys blades to live?

With disbelief, many people clicked in.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the photos and videos taken by netizens on the spot.

I'm going, is there such an operation?

"Liu Liuliu, this operation really shocked me."

"I'll go, which author is this? It's so sexy."

"Just throw the merchant address directly, it's amazing, I'm convinced."

"It's better not to be found, otherwise you will be beaten to death."

"It's probably a slightest to beat him to death, but hemiplegia is terrible."

“…………………”

Amazed, admired, and looked forward to it.

Such a slutty author is rare.

Therefore, with the promotion of netizens, many media also seized the opportunity and wanted to take advantage of the popularity.

Some media also went to the place to squat.

Indeed, some blade express delivery have been sent back one after another.

With a mentality of exploring the truth, the media thought about whether they could extract the author's information from the merchants.

As a result, when they came into contact, the media reporter was stunned.

"Oh, did you say these blades?"

The person in charge who was directing his subordinates to do business looked at the boxes of blades, with respect in his eyes.

"The contact person has already agreed that these blades will be recycled by us and donated the money we have obtained to charity organizations."

The media, who was still preparing to explore some news, blushed for a moment.

“Charity?”

"Yes, I don't want a dime on the other side, and I said I've donated it all."

The person in charge nodded, and in his heart he still had a lot of respect for the man.

Not many people have done good deeds these days.

"So, do you know what that person is called?"

The reporter asked with anticipation.

I saw a middle-aged man in his forties touching his forehead, as if he was thinking, and it took him a long time to think about it.
To be continued...
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