Chapter 8 Words are spoken in the morning, people are gone at noon.(2/2)
In an instant, he felt relieved.
Because the phone can be connected, you may be able to understand the truth, are they?
"Hello, I am Xixi's mother. They had an accident when they took photos today."
However, there was a low voice on the other end of the phone, as if he had just cried.
"ah?"
The top brother on the list was stunned.
A minute later, he put down the phone.
His eyes were staring at the group chat box.
"Management No. 1: Just on the phone, the news reported in today's news was Yanyan and Xixi. The accident caused Yanyan to die on the spot. Xixi suffered severe mental stimulation and took the initiative to cancel the video account. The fan group will no longer accept new users from today, and the group members can automatically withdraw from the group."
7:20.
The most influential brother on the list issued a notice.
"Grass!"
"My grass! My grass! My grass! My grass!!"
"It's really gone? Oh my god! This little girl is only twenty-three years old!!"
"One person died and the other person was mentally broken. People reminded not to take photos in dangerous places. Why did the two girls not listen to advice when this person is so evil?"
"It is often said that some things can only be done at noon, morning and evening, but now this is what the person said in the morning is gone at noon, and the rule of keeping the morning and evening cool is really useless for Assistant of the King of Hell!"
The news of the truth has been announced.
The two groups exploded like thunder.
There is a sigh.
There is regret.
Some are fearful!
【3. Internet celebrity beautiful photos sisters】
【4. Beautiful photos】
[6. A beautiful internet celebrity in Wunan City died after taking a photo]
Scarf.
The ID of the beautiful sister also reached the top three in the scarf's hot search list.
This is the place they dreamed of before.
If the account is still there.
I believe that millions of fans who cannot use their thoughts will definitely achieve it.
It's a pity.
One person died.
Another lonely lying on the hospital bed.
My mind is full of images of my friend’s life.
There are also funeral comments.
‘Life is precious, don’t take photos in dangerous places.’
‘Remember!’
‘Believe it or not!’
Fragments of memory are hovering.
She really hoped that it was a dream.
Unfortunately, the cold hospital bed brought her back to reality.
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Chapter completed!