"Do you think anyone would believe it?" Zuo Weiyang felt that Ji Weiliang's lie was too fake, how could anyone believe it?

"It's not whether you believe something like lies, but whether you want to believe it." Ji Weiliang touched his scattered hair, "The Chihong Realm also knows that their defeat has been decided, and the only chance of winning is the god-transforming cultivators. They will definitely defeat my reputation, and this is what I want."

"They all think that you are the only one in Yuezhou who opposes the Chihong Realm. You are indeed their biggest target." Zuo Weiyang looked at Ji Weiliang calmly, "Aren't you worried about yourself?"

"Me? I have nothing to worry about." Ji Weiliang sneered, "I am so arrogant, I have used other people's feelings, so I have already given it."

Zuo Weiyang moved out of the position, Ji Weiliang got out of the bed and walked out of the military tent, "Stop killing with killing, stop fighting with battle. When I took the knife, I never thought about turning back."

Outside the camp, Ji Weiliang lowered his head and coughed violently again. She was running out of time and if she didn't get rid of the Chihong Realm as soon as possible, her body wouldn't be able to hold on.

"If I die, no word of my relationship with that boy in Xizhou is allowed to be revealed."

The wind was very strong, blew her withered hair and blurred her low and mute words.

"Do you really like him?" Zuo Weiyang was angry. Why did he ask Ji Weiliang to continue to protect him when a person who left at a critical moment?

"This matter has nothing to do with liking, it's what I owe him."

At this moment, in the dream world, a girl yawned and turned over on the bed.

Ji Weiwei graduated from the second year and has no special skills, no appearance or skills, and has an average appearance and a normal personality. Except for being particularly ordinary, there seems to be nothing special.

Currently, I make a living by painting. I design artworks in the company during the day and take some scattered life at night. I can’t starve to death and can’t make much money.

‘Master, can you help with some peripheral design?’

The communication software sounded, Ji Weiwei quickly stepped forward to worship, and then checked it carefully, "Grandpa God of Wealth, bless you!"

Surroundings?

Ji Weiwei pursed her lips. Generally speaking, fans made the surroundings themselves, and taking them out is often acquaintances. This type of single dispute has a lot of money and not much money.

‘Sorry, I’m busy these days, maybe I can’t get through.’ Ji Weiwei said politely.

'Big, I have been watching your short comics and I like your style very much. I am in the sports circle. There is a shooting athlete who has retired and is named Ling Jinxi. He is my idol. He is now in a car accident, so I want to give him some gifts in the name of the fan group, but I don't know how to make these things myself, and I don't know. Can you help me?'

With earnest words, there are even more earnest red envelopes.

Looking at the two thousand red envelopes, Ji Weiwei felt that this was absolutely unshirkable.

The hands are faster than the eyes, and the red envelope is collected.

"Three support posters, three keychains, three hand-painted ones, one wool felt, one doll, and one hand-painted ones." Ji Weiwei is definitely a conscientious painter at this price and this time.

"Okay, thank you."

"But you have to write the manuscript in time, and I only accept minor revisions." The time is so short and there are major revisions. Ji Weiwei is not full-time, so how could she do it?

"Big Master, this is Ling Da's life experience, and there are some things we want to say to him. You can read it if you have time."

Ji Weiwei clicked to receive it, and looked at the huge compressed bag, Ji Weiwei simply searched for Ling Jinxi first.

"Well, I have been retiring for ten years, and there are fans who support me. It seems that it is really amazing." As the picture loading ended, a boy stood in a crowd of people holding a gun in one hand.

It is elegant and elegant, like a reef that never retreats before the waves.

I can't tell where I look good, but he's just good-looking. The muscles wrapped in his sportswear, his fingers with gloves, and the shadows under his hat are all beautiful...

Ji Weiwei was stunned. Someone looked so in line with her aesthetic?!

Next, the boy tilted his head, raised the medal, and smiled brighter than the sun.

Next, he was wearing knee-length loose sweatpants and a gray-green short-sleeved T-shirt. He looked like an ordinary street boy, but he was holding a gymnastics ribbon in his hand and laughed a little silly.

One photo after another, Ling Jinxi was a little bit real in Ji Weiwei's eyes.

He was in poor health, so he was persuaded to withdraw by the martial arts team. He joined the shooting team at the age of nineteen and was persuaded to withdraw in less than three months. Ling Jinxi's sports career had nothing to do with the smooth sailing.

However, he finally returned to the arena. At the age of 24, he won his first international award gold medal and completed his studies and returned to the shooting team.

This began his dominance over the sport for ten years, hundreds of events, except for two second and one third, contracting all gold medals.

The absolute ruler in the shooting range, claiming to give him a target, he can control the breathing of everyone in the entire arena, and the existence of real Hawkeye.

However, he was already married, and he could see his wedding rings at all times except for competitions.

The reason why he retired was that he beat the reporter.

Under the news of retirement, Ji Weiwei saw a lot of unpleasant words, saying that his wife was a vegetable, he was just a pervert, and married his wife for the sake of perverted thoughts.

There are also various speculations about the scarlet news that he deliberately found a shield to play in the world.

Countless malicious speculations and countless vicious words, even if he retired, he did not stop.

"How afraid of you are those people. If you retire, they will do their best to slander you." Ji Weiwei sighed and opened the compressed bag sent to her by her fans.

The first picture of the picture is that he is standing in the snow, holding something in his hand, smiling slightly.

Intuition told Ji Weiwei that it was a lost little bug.

Inspiration burst out, Ji Weiwei quickly jumped onto the drawing board.

The gentle eyebrows and eyes were not seen in the sharpness of the field, the smiling lips were bright red, and the heavy winter clothes could not stop his delicate outline. He was like a gentle god, holding up the light of the morning.

At three o'clock in the morning, after drawing the painting, Ji Wei slid his strength on the drawing board, and his fingers slid across the lips of the person in the painting.

For some reason, she wanted to cry. This person should be very happy. He obviously has nothing to be unhappy, but she just felt that he should be happier.

"How can people fight for life?"

Why does this person fight fate like this?

Ji Weiwei turned off the lights and went to bed. She had to go to work tomorrow. She had to sleep. It was time for her to go to bed.

Yes, as a working person, she has to learn to control herself. At work, she cannot be tired or emotional.

No matter how much she has in her heart, she cannot ignore her job.
Chapter completed!