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Wedge The monologue of the fake heroine stealing the scene

Sanqian was in pain all over his body, as if his bones were broken. The dark basement was damp and cold.

She collapsed weakly on the ground, and she couldn't even move her fingers.

"KaKaKa"

The basement door opened, the light of the incandescent lamp shone in, and a petite figure stood against the light.

The figure took a step forward, and Sanqian saw the woman clearly. Her white and tender baby's face looked like stars, and she was wearing a white and blue dress. She was as cute as an SD doll.

But when he opened his mouth, he ruined most of his obedient and cute temperament. The words he said seemed to pop out word by word from his clenched teeth. "Three thousand, why are you still not dead!"

Sanqian looked at An Yao with his head tilted, his broken voice could not speak, and only made a "hoho" sound.

Sanqian didn't know why An Yao wanted to harm her, nor did she want to know. In the end of the world, Sanqian only needed to know how to live, and only by living could she think about anything else. Becoming a prisoner, Sanqian even knew the reason, so Sanqian never asked any nonsense.

Sanqian's calm eyes unexpectedly stimulated An Yao. An Yao stepped on Sanqian's hand like a crazy demon.

"Why, why are you arrogant and disdainful? You are just a useless man, a bitch. Why can you escape again and again and live tenaciously? The people in your garbage team are still looking for you. Are you the heroine? This is true for Gu Ci, so for you."

An Yao was angry and almost yelled at the end. After finally controlling her emotions, An Yao snorted coldly and withdrew her feet. Looking at Sanqian unmoved, she thought for a while, An Yao looked and raised a strange smile on her face.

"Three thousand, what if I say that this world is actually a novel? You, the heroine who is loved by the author!"

"Your ring with three thousand inscriptions is actually a family-born space, with land, spiritual springs, and immortal cultivation. I lost it! It was the day you had a fever."

"Haha! In the dormitory building, I pushed you to the zombies, but unfortunately you didn't die."

"I asked Xu Jiaojiao to throw away your backpack, trap you in the room, and get to know a big man who should be your chance before you. Cheng Ke, who should have loved you, has also become my boyfriend."

"As I went south, weren't you excluded and slandered? It was all done by me! I asked someone to kill you, drug you, and send you to someone else's bed. These were all done by me!..."

"The Wu Feng next to you, he sold you just for a hundred crystal cores! Are you sad? You are his girlfriend! Oh, no. He had a wife before, and his son was five years old. At most, you are a lover. Hahahaha."

"You are the heroine! You have fallen into this situation, how pitiful!" An Yao said pitiful, but her face was full of viciousness.

"Don't blame me, the body I traveled through time is just a poor little cannon fodder. When it comes to the end of the world, I died under the mouth of the zombie. It was because I came through time if you didn't save her."

"Maybe, this novel should be changed, and it is called the counterattack of the Cannon Fodder in the End of Times?"

However, except for An Yao's reaction when talking about Sanqian in the novel world, Sanqian was not moving after that. The anger that An Yao had originally suppressed was ignited again. When she raised her hand, the golden blade appeared in her hand. An Yao stinged Sanqian angrily. "Go to die!"

Sanqian struggled to raise his head, expressionless, staring at An Yao coldly without closing his eyes.

The sound of the sharp blade inserted into the body was very clear in the quiet basement.

An Yao was frightened by Sanqian's eyes and took a step back as if frightened. She stopped looking at the corpses on the ground, An Yao left here like a escaping.

The door opened, and the villa located outside was quickly occupied by zombies, and no one cared about it.
Chapter completed!
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