Xiao Wu was stunned at first, and then felt that his heart seemed to be gripped by someone. His chest was stuffy and painful!


    How?! No! How can you let Baguio die!


    Bang!


    Xiao Wu didn''t know what was wrong with him. His body subconsciously moved and slapped on the keyboard. The keys on the keyboard were scattered and flew up by his slap. It can be seen that he exerted great force.


    Should this be anger? Is that right? When people feel angry, they will do such irrational things.


    Disappointed, Xiao Wu seemed to be possessed. After a slap, he collapsed in his chair and ignored the concerns of his colleagues around him.


    Similarly, it is not only Xiao Wu who feels unacceptable because Baguio gave up her life to block the sword, but almost all those who have read the book of Zhu Xian have collapsed when they see the plot.


    However, it is precisely because of this that Zhu Xian will be praised as a classic among the classics. It will not decline for a long time, will it.


    So nainaizi would not hesitate to arouse public anger again and let Baguio use the cruel infatuation curse to resist the strongest immortal killing sword in the world.


    It''s not that nainaizi doesn''t want to change the ending, but that she has no ability to change or change!


    Without the light chant under the sword of Zhu Xian, Zhu Xian will no longer be Zhu Xian, for the sake of love.


    It is precisely because of this that, as soon as nanaizi''s microblog and personal post bar calmed down for a few hours, they were brushed by fans and netizens again.


    Dazhufeng disciple: teacher miaomi, come here, put your beautiful cerebellar bag out and let me add a buff for you. From now on, you will always be carefree and have fun with an Xile (hide the machete behind your back.)


    Twelve wings super invincible eternal blazing Angel: don''t talk about emptiness, miss miaomi, let Baguio live right away, or change the plot. It''s all easy to talk about. We''re still good friends.


    If not! Then let''s post it. See you below!


    PS: don''t think I''m joking. To be honest, I''m also a senior Navy! The Scripture of water has long been practiced to a state of great success. Two thirds of those who have been blacked and sprayed by me have no face to live in the world. Now the green grass on the grave is three feet high!


    Sacrifice one''s life for justice: miss miaomi, as a middle-aged man whose sons are 17 years old, I have no extreme views on your plot treatment.


    However, I still hope that you can be better to the characters in your works, especially your other work, Liu Pleiades, the protagonist in the alien life from scratch.


    Although I don''t quite understand the magical world view, the protagonist Pleiades is also too miserable. I hope that Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio won''t become, especially the scene of Baguio sacrificing his life to block the immortal sword, which is super powerful and makes people feel like being on the scene.


    However, it''s still that sentence. The plot is too tangled. Even I, an old man, feel like a knife in my heart and stab more than


    (well, Hello, everyone. I''m Xiao Jun, 10 years old. I left a message for Grandpa, and I applied for the account number.)


    Salted fish who can only shout 666: this time, I won''t shout 66666. Miss miaomi, you''re too much! How can Baguio die? Baguio can''t die!


    Three emperors and Five Emperors: it seems that there are many people in the same way. I was still struggling to speak before. After all, I''m a man of thirty years old. It seems inappropriate to join a group of young people to talk rashly.


    Fortunately, it looks like me. There are not a few book friends who like Zhu Xian when they are older, so I don''t have to worry about speaking.


    Teacher miaomi, I support you intellectually, because sometimes regret can better reflect beauty.


    But emotionally, I feel a melancholy cloud lingering in my heart. Baguio, such a smart fairy woman in the world, really shouldn''t end here.


    Let me take another breath: Hello, uncles upstairs. I''m young and I don''t have as good cultivation as you, so I may not be too polite.


    I know. In fact, uncles also want to swear. Don''t worry, I''ll help you.


    Miss miaomi! I love Baba! Give me back Baguio!


    It''s all slag: slag! Scum! It''s all slag! Puzhi is scum! You are such a monk that you break the precepts and kill people! Harm Zhang Xiaofan so painful!


    Daoxuan is also slag! You are also Xiaofan''s teacher. You turned your face so easily and killed Xiaofan?!


    And miss miaomi! You are the biggest scum!


    Don''t explain, meow meizha, 70000 sister-in-law ladies burst you one by one!


    On nanaizi''s microblog, there are waves of explosive data. Although those middle-aged people who like to kill immortals may not speak too much because of their face and identity.


    But these people can be forced to leave messages on the microblog like young people, which has explained the problem. These people must be holding their breath and fire in their hearts!


    The other part of the young people do not pay attention to these things. They scold and spray if they want. They have no scruples at all.


    If these people''s grievances could spread to nanaizi, nanaizi would have been cursed to death by this huge grievance!


    And the storm caused by this time is not only that, but nanaizi was beaten for it!


    In the girls'' dormitory of mordu University, listening to the cat nanaizi shrinking in the dormitory as an ostrich, while chatting with the ghost nanaizi, Su Mo suddenly broke in and pressed nanaizi.


    "Ah, it hurts!" nanizi was pushed down on the bed by Su Mo directly. Although there was a quilt as a cushion, she was still badly thrown, and her head was probably hit with a bag.


    Nanaizi shrunk on the bed, squatted in defense, covered his head with his hands, and asked with tearful responsibility, "Su Mo, what are you doing?!"


    "What am I doing? What are you doing!?" Su Mo looked very angry. She rushed up and pressed nanaizi with her hand. She turned over to nanaizi and let her lie face down on the bed.


    "Su Mo! What are you doing?"


    Su Mo didn''t answer either. He bent down and did it on the bed. One hand pressed nanaizi, and the other hand raised his hand and slapped nanaizi on his upturned little hip. "I told you to write Biyao to death. I told you to write tragedy although you die without complaint..."


    It turned out that Su Mo also came for the tragedy of Baguio.