Chapter 905

Name:Full-time Artist Author:Wo Zui Bai
Father and mother ignored Li Feng. After the theme song, the plot officially begins. After watching it for less than ten minutes, my father couldn't help praising: "the play is very good. The actors are very emotional. Qiu Chuji has the style of the novel. Niujiacun perfectly restores the scene of the novel!"“ Which is the protagonist? " The mother asked curiously and was attracted by the plot. The father smiled and said, "the protagonist is still in Li Ping's stomach. According to the shooting method of the director following the original work, is it gone? Why is it gone? His eagerness to know the follow-up plot was not satisfied, but more irritable! Suddenly. He had an idea: why not buy an original novel? As soon as the idea appeared, Li Feng shook his head: "it doesn't exist. I can't read his novels anymore. It's a big deal to wait for the TV series to update." He got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Take a bath to calm your restlessness. After taking a bath. As expected, Li Feng felt a lot calmer: "almost lost his mind and went into Chu Kuang's thief pit again..." eh? what is it? Li Feng suddenly saw a book in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The title of the book is "biography of Shooting Heroes"! My father should have bought it. Li Feng's calm heart suddenly churned again. In front of him, the biography of Shooting Heroes seemed to have a magical magic that tempted him to open it. Finally. This time. Li Feng couldn't help it. He held out his hand, picked up the book and opened it. The whole action was completed at one go, but he was comforting himself: "I'll see the content of episode IV." In five minutes“ Let me look at the content of Episode 5. " Another period of time passed“ Why don't you read the content of Episode 6? " The bottom line is broken again and again. Until my father knocked on the door: "constipation doesn't take so long. I want to go to the bathroom!"“ Come out now! " Li Feng felt guilty and hurriedly opened the door to go out. My father went into the bathroom, squatted on the toilet, subconsciously looking for something, but he didn't find it for a long time. He muttered, "where's my book?" Li Feng on the other side has returned to the bedroom. He stealthily took out the biography of Shooting Heroes just out of the bathroom and sat on the bed and looked eagerly