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第2章 THE DAILY WHUT?(2)

For the past few years, Farshad had stopped going to the club altogether and worked to come up with new elaborate excuses for not going to the Auxano picnic. He fervently hoped each year that his mother would just stop asking if he wanted to go, but she persisted—the picnic was in a month, and already she was questioning his need to stay home to study for finals that wouldn't take place for another month after that. But his grades were exemplary, and even when his mom worried about why his friends never came over or why he was no longer interested in after-school sports, she couldn't deny that he was doing very well academically and was well on his way to becoming the class valedictorian. A completely loathed valedictorian, but she didn't know that.

The girls had been gone for a half hour and the teachers still didn't seem to notice that they were missing. Ridiculous. Maybe one day Farshad would stop being so surprised at how the adults at school kept failing him.

Farshad spotted Jay Carpenter standing among the bronze sculptures of the signers of the Constitution and was struck by a terrible idea. Before he could think too hard about it, he found himself sidling up next to the school's resident oddball. Farshad purposely dropped his test prep book on the floor.

"Hello there, butterfingers!" Jay said, bending down to scoop up the book. He was probably one of the few kids at school who was still clueless enough to talk to Farshad. He was also really loud. Conveniently loud.

Farshad took the book. "Thanks," he said, looking around the room. "Hey, have you seen Claire Jones? She wanted to tell me something," he added somewhat weakly.

"Wasn't she with Daniesha?" Jay asked his friend, and started scanning the room.

"Don't worry about it," Farshad muttered, and backed away. Jay Carpenter was like an incredibly predictable explosive and Farshad knew very well that he'd just lit the fuse.

"Where is Daniesha?" Jay bleated. Nick had noticed her sneaking out with Claire Jones but hadn't mentioned it to Jay because—"Where is my beautiful black pearl?" Jay swiveled his head around Signers' Hall. He was being too loud again.

"She probably just went to the bathroom," Nick mumbled.

"No. No no no, impossible, because she went to the bathroom right when we got here," Jay said, showing off his creepy awareness of when people went potty.

"Well, maybe she had to go again. She's a girl. Girls maybe can't hold it in as well as guys can."

"Nicholas. Now don't let me hear you making false and sexist statements. Daniesha Parker is a strong woman, and if she wants to hold it in, rest assured, she can hold it in." Jay began darting from statue to statue to see if Cookie was hiding behind any of them. He was making a scene. "Do you think we should tell Ms. Zelle or Mr. Friend?"

"No!" Nick blurted, and immediately felt embarrassed by his own volume. "No, no, we shouldn't …"

"Did I hear my name?" Mr. Friend sidled up to them. The guy was sneakier than your average yo-yo enthusiast (not that Nick actually knew any of those).

"No," Nick said.

"I haven't seen Daniesha Parker and I'm worried that something untoward might have befallen her," Jay explained.

"Jay, I'm sure Cookie is fine," Mr. Friend said, quickly scanning the room. Nick's heart sank. The hall was full of their classmates, and the fact that Jay just outright told one of the teachers that Cookie and Claire had left the Constitution Center was not going to go unnoticed. Or unpunished. Already he could see Emma Lee watching them, and Addison Gesualdo reaching for her phone to send a text that was probably telling Cookie to get back immediately because Jay had blown their cover. Nick's mind raced desperately for a way to get out of the situation.

"I … I think they went to the bathroom," he said. Immediately Nick felt the heat rising up his neck to his cheeks. Thanks, face, you pink jerk.

"They?" Mr. Friend asked. "Cookie and who else?"

"I … I don't know." Nick had recently seen an article about sinkholes, which are a sort of natural phenomenon where the ground opens up and swallows everything within a large radius. He found himself desperately wishing that he had actually read the article instead of just looking at the photos so he could understand what exactly the chances were of one swallowing him up right at that moment. Mr. Friend excused himself and walked over to Ms. Zelle. "Oh god," Nick whispered to Jay, "she's going to check the bathroom."

"Good," Jay said loudly. "I for one will have a lot more fun on this field trip knowing that everyone is safe and accounted for."

Nick stared at Jay, and he wasn't the only one staring.

The text was in all caps.

"We have to go," Cookie told Claire as she came out of the bathroom, showing her what Addison had written.

"Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god, what are we going to do???" Claire was squeaking and everyone was watching. Cookie grabbed her arm and steered her out of the café and back onto the sidewalk. "We are in so, so much trouble," Claire moaned. "So so so so so so so so much trouble!"

"Just shut up. Chill. Chill and shut up. We just have to go back to the Constitution Center, find the group, and pretend like we were there the entire time. If we act natural enough and really believe that what we're saying is the truth then everyone else will believe it as well." Cookie liked to think of herself as a generally good person, but sometimes even generally good people have to lie, and she knew that the best way to do it was to convince yourself that it wasn't really a lie. After all, they hadn't even made it to the jewelry store, so it was pretty much as if they hadn't left the field trip.

"They're looking for us right now! There's no way we're going to get back in time!!!"

Should I slap her? Cookie wondered. This calmed people down in movies. But Cookie had never actually slapped anyone before and, like with most things, thinking about it too much made her reconsider. What if someone saw me do it? What if it made the situation worse? She imagined Claire clutching her red right cheek, screaming and sobbing, and throwing herself into oncoming traffic. That would probably be worse.

Cookie looked down the street. "Okay, shut up, we'll get a cab."

"That's brilliant!" Claire looked anxiously hopeful. "There's one!" she squealed, waving her arms in the air. "Taxi!"

"That's just a yellow car," Cookie growled. The Slapping Option was looking sweeter and sweeter. She spotted a cab a block away. "There," Cookie said, pointing to it and taking a step back, "you hail that one."

The cab came to a halt in front of them and they scrambled in. It smelled weirdly of fake cherries. "Take us to the Constitution Center," Cookie said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible. "Please."

The taxi zipped through the city. Claire gripped her purse, her pale knuckles turning even whiter while Cookie went over the plan. "We're just going to tell them that we went to the bathroom and then got turned around, right?" Claire nodded silently as Cookie read Addison's text again. If they somehow managed to get through this, Cookie vowed to destroy that stupid Jay Carpenter. Actually, she was going to find a way to destroy Jay Carpenter even if they didn't get through this. Especially if they didn't get through this.

The teachers had formed a group and were talking worriedly among themselves. Clearly, if all of the bathrooms had not yet been checked, they would be soon. Nick could feel the storm of gossip starting to gain power.

"Dude," Izaak told his crew, "they are So. Screwed."

"So screwed!" Emma chimed in.

"I texted them," Addison hissed, eager to call attention to her heroic protection of the friends who hadn't thought to take her with them, "so they're on their way back."

Nick knew that he technically shouldn't be afraid of Cookie Parker. He was much bigger than her, and he didn't think she had any secret ninja skills. But still, Cookie could be … scary. She had a power that seemed to flow through her like the Force, only it wasn't a nice, peaceful, benevolent Jedi sort of thing, it was more of a Cross me and I will destroy your face, puny mortal sort of thing. She'd taken down kids before. Izaak might have been the one to start the whole "Terror Boy" thing about Farshad Rajavi, but it was Cookie who started the rumors that made the nickname seem less funny and more real. That kid went from being just a normal dude to being the most hated guy in school, and he hadn't really done anything wrong besides being better at volleyball than Izaak.

What would she do to Jay?

Then again, what could she do to Jay? Nick asked himself as he watched Jay take photos of the sculpture of Founding Father Richard Dobbs Spaight Sr. Jay was one of those rare, magical people who was able to float through life without any realization of or concern for what other people thought of him. Jay's complete cluelessness was one of the things Nick appreciated the most about him; it was also the first thing that he'd change, given the opportunity and a magic wand.

But what other kid would surprise his best friend by filling his room with balloons on his ninth birthday? Nick had spent the entire birthday in the hospital with his dad. His mom, aunt Jilly, and aunt Molly had tried to get him to celebrate, but it's hard to feel festive with your dad attached to a bunch of tubes with wires poking out of him. There had been so many blinking machines around his dad's hospital bed that it was hard to get close to him.

Nick's dad had wanted him to have a party at home, but Nick didn't feel good about doing it without him, so Aunt Molly had brought a small cake to the hospital. Some of the nurses had come into his father's room to join in singing "Happy Birthday" to Nick. His dad had put on a Yay face, but you could tell that everyone was thinking the same thing: This was probably the last birthday he'd be alive to celebrate. Nick had tried to eat some of the cake, but even though it was devil's food (his favorite), he had no appetite. After a few bites, he excused himself and hid in a hospital broom closet until his eyes were dry again. Nick was pretty sure one of the nurses knew that he was in there and kept guard at the door so he could be alone. His dad's nurses were always kind of great like that. Sometimes he missed them a little.

That night, his mom ordered pizza that they picked up on their way home. They listened to the radio while eating dinner. She was tired; he didn't feel much like talking, and what was there to say? It's not like turning nine was that big a deal. Nick's mom had asked if he wanted to watch a movie or something and he'd said, "No thanks, I'll just go to bed," and then she did that thing where she hugged him a little too tightly. She stopped only when she realized that his air supply was being cutting off. Nick said good night and trudged up to his room.

When he opened the door, there was a split second where all he could see was this wall of bright colors, and then balloon after balloon came tumbling down on him. "Mom?" Nick yelled as the balloons bounced past him and down the stairs. "MOM?!?"

His mom was halfway up the stairs when she stopped, slack-jawed, to stare at the cascade of balloons tumbling out of Nick's room. "Oh my god," she said. "Jay was here when I came home to walk Shelly and asked if he could leave something in your room for your birthday."

"Did you notice that he was carrying a truckload of balloons?" Nick asked incredulously.

"No! He must have blown them all up himself!" His mom could not look away from the room full of balloons—they reached from floor to ceiling. "He must have been here for hours."

They stared at each other. Jay Carpenter had been coming over to Nick's house since he was old enough to pedal his tricycle, and it wasn't that unusual for Nick's distracted, upset mom to just leave him alone in the house. They looked back at the room and began to laugh. It looked like a giant gumball dispenser.

It took them about an hour to reach Nick's bed. Initially they tried wading through the balloons, but there were too many, so Nick's mom grabbed her long-neglected knitting needles and they went on a badass ninja balloon-stabbing spree. With every POP! they laughed harder. It was a ridiculous amount of balloons, a completely absurd amount of balloons, and popping them had been weirdly satisfying. Nick would never know if Jay had filled the room with balloons because he knew that popping all of them would be kind of therapeutic for Nick or if he'd filled the room with balloons because he was the goofiest kid alive, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Nick's best friend had spent hours pushing the air out of his narrow lungs to give Nick a happy birthday on one of the worst days of his life, and that was not something that Nick would ever forget.

Cookie was probably going to try to destroy Jay. But what could she really do to him? How could you destroy a kid like that? Everyone in the school already thought—rightfully—that Jay was a huge spaz. Jay was bulletproof.

But Nick wasn't.

The rest of the field trip was kind of a blur for Farshad. He went over his study materials, trying his best to concentrate on the information packet that Mr. Friend had given them and to take notes in the margins so he wouldn't be blindsided by the inevitable quiz on it back at school. But everyone kept buzzing about what had happened to Cookie and Claire. Farshad couldn't help but listen:

"I heard they got tattoos," Ramona Pi?a said to Makaela Jennings. "On their butts."

"Oh my god, what if Mr. Friend is making them sit down right now?"

"They totally got wasted," Izaak told his crew, who nodded in sage agreement, because two twelve-year-olds finding a bar in Philadelphia that would serve them at eleven A.M. was completely plausible. It was hard to believe that some of his classmates were the offspring of brilliant scientists. "Claire is so going to barf on the way home."

"Ewww!" Addison squealed, and Emma laughed.

Whatever theories the kids had, they all sounded cool, like Cookie and Claire had gone on a whirlwind tour of Awesomeness. Somehow, breaking the rules had solidified their popularity, which was ridiculously unfair. Farshad could disappear and return visibly drunk with the image of a beautiful woman's face covering his entire back and they would probably still think that he was out buying weapons of mass destruction. Not that he would ever get a tattoo of a beautiful woman's face covering his entire back, because maybe someday a girl would want to look at him without his shirt on and he didn't want her saying, "Uh, who's that?" But still.

At least Cookie and Claire would be getting in trouble—that was something. They had to be getting into trouble, right? The world was certainly not so cruel as to just let them off scot-free.

Busted. Mrs. Whitaker and Yo-Yo Sub grimly marched the girls to an administrative office, and Cookie could tell that Claire was having one of her silent freak-outs. It was a very bad sign; a chattering Claire was irritating, but a silent Claire meant that all of her anxiety and nervousness was building up inside of her and was sure to explode all over the place. It was like the time last summer when she'd had that crush on the teenage lifeguard at the Auxano pool. She, Addison, Emma, and Cookie had spent nearly every day at the club, and every time the lifeguard would even glance in their direction Claire would go catatonic with fear. This went on for a few weeks (and Cookie couldn't help but make fun of Claire's inability to speak), until finally one morning the lifeguard said, "Good morning" to the girls, and all the words that Claire had been stuffing into the back of her throat broke free and spilled out.

"HI HOW ARE YOU DO YOU LIKE BEING A LIFEGUARD YOU'RE SO BRAVE IT MUST BE SO HARD TO WATCH ALL THESE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME I COULD NEVER DO IT NOT THAT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM I TOTALLY KNOW HOW TO SWIM SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU SHOULDN'T WATCH ME WHILE I SWIM JUST IN CASE I DROWN I'M JUST SAYING THAT I'M NOT A HIGH PRIORITY LIKE A FOUR-YEAR-OLD OR SOMETHING I'M DEFINITELY OLDER AND MORE MATURE THAN A FOUR-YEAR-OLD AND SO HOW DID YOU BECOME INTERESTED IN THIS PARTICULAR LINE OF WORK YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BUT I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW BECAUSE YOU'RE REALLY INTERESTING …"

At first, Cookie and Addison could do nothing but helplessly stand by. They had wanted to stop Claire, but it was like watching a train wreck in progress. Finally, Cookie had found her legs and did what any great friend would do—she hurled herself at Claire, sending both of them crashing into the pool. Addison jumped in after them for good measure (or probably to avoid awkwardly standing with Hot Lifeguard), and Emma jumped in after her, because Emma always did what everyone else was doing. Claire had been super pissy at first, which was fair, because no one likes being surprise-shoved into a pool, but as usual she eventually came around to see that Cookie had been looking out for her best interests. She even thanked Cookie, as she should have—Cookie hadn't even been wearing her swim cap. Her mother had been furious with her when she saw the state of Cookie's hair. That was the last time she'd had it straightened during pool season.

Honestly, constantly looking out for everyone else was hard work.

Cookie knew that if Yo-Yo Sub and Mrs. Whitaker focused on Claire, she was going to break. Cookie had to go on the offensive.

"Are we in trouble?" Cookie asked in her most incredulous voice. You have to believe that you're truly innocent in order for others to believe that you're truly innocent.

"We're going to sit down and have a talk," Mrs. Whitaker said, opening a door to a windowless office with a table and a few chairs that was lit overhead by long fluorescent lightbulbs. Cookie wondered how many other kids had been brought to the Constitution Center Interrogation Room for questioning. Time for the outrage.

"Are we in trouble for getting lost?" she asked, getting a little louder.

Mrs. Whitaker and Yo-Yo Sub looked at each other, and for a moment Cookie could see their doubt. Good, very good.

"How, exactly, did you get lost?" Mrs. Whitaker asked, arching one eyebrow. Cookie had to admire the skill it took to arch just one eyebrow. Maybe Mrs. Whitaker's professors in Teaching College had seen it and suggested that she would be especially effective as a middle school teacher.

"I don't know. If I knew how we'd gotten lost then we would have been able to retrace our steps and find the rest of the group. Knowing where we were would have made us less lost." Cookie looked at them defiantly. It was possible that she and Claire could actually get out of this as long as Claire continued to keep her crazy mouth shut.

"Claire?" asked Yo-Yo Sub. "Did you know where you were?"

Claire shook her head. The crazy was building up.

"No … ," Claire mumbled. "We were lost." She was totally unconvincing, but at least she wasn't outright confessing.

"Look," Cookie said, "when we saw you, we were really relieved, because we had finally found our group. We're really sorry that we wandered away, even though it was a total accident, and we promise that we'll stick close by from now on. Can we go back to look at the Story of We the People exhibit? We have to make up for lost time and we don't want to lose this educational opportunity."

There it was again. Doubt. Mrs. Whitaker and Yo-Yo Sub might suspect that the girls had left the museum, but they couldn't prove a thing. Cookie had to stop herself from smiling. This was going to work. She was going to be legendary.

"Ms. Parker," Yo-Yo Sub said, leaning forward and peering at the mostly empty cup of hot chocolate Cookie was still holding. "The Last Drop coffee shop isn't anywhere near here. Where did you get that cup?"

Cookie went blank, and Claire exploded.

Jay was very, very, very, very, very, very excited. "The lovely Daniesha Parker is going to ride the bus home with us!!!" he bleated. Nick could practically see the exclamation points above Jay's head. "This is perfect. First we find out that she's safe and sound and hasn't been abducted by aliens or ruffians, and now she's going to ride home with us! This is our chance, Nick, old boy."

Was there maybe a way to knock Jay out that would render him unconscious for the entire trip home without causing permanent brain damage? Probably not. "Calm down, Jay," Nick told him. "She just got separated from her friend, and she doesn't look like she's in the best mood." He watched as Mrs. Whitaker and Ms. Zelle marched a blotchy-faced Claire Jones onto the Auxano bus.

"Poor girl. It must have been so scary for her to be lost in the big city," Jay mused.

Nick looked at him, incredulous. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Jay willed himself to be clueless or if he was actually just genuinely clueless.

"We should probably leave her alone to process her emotions," he said weakly as Jay bounded onto the bus.

Mr. Friend had made sure that Cookie was sitting in the front seat behind the scruffy bus driver, and Jay made a beeline to the seat directly behind her. Nick swallowed hard and sat next to him.

"Hello, Daniesha," Jay said, leaning over the back of her seat. Cookie Parker turned around and regarded him with a look that could only be described as pure, unadulterated fury. It was a little surprising that her eyes didn't immediately vaporize Jay when he asked, "How are you doing?"

Farshad liked learning new words. He was particularly fond of schadenfreude. It was a German word that basically meant "watching someone else suffer and feeling pretty darned pleased about it." Not that he was particularly proud of himself for being happy about Cookie's troubles. But, seriously, what was he supposed to be feeling? This was the girl who had taken a stupid, racist comment and blown it up into an identity that had brought him nothing but misery for the past two years. It was nice to see her miserable for a change.

Farshad knew Cookie had been the one to let everyone at Deborah Read Middle School know that he was Terror Boy. On the first day of school, he'd seen her with a gaggle of new girls, all of whom were looking over at him and whispering. He had been feeling pretty good, too—new year, new school, all honors classes, a fresh start—but because of Cookie Parker he'd never had the chance to make a good first impression. Girls like Cookie were very good at getting people to listen to them. She had that … something, that special power that drew people to her and made them believe whatever she was saying, even when she was telling outright lies. It was especially pleasing to now see her caught in one.

After fuming for a while, Cookie calmed down and stared out her window, and Farshad turned to look out his own window. The sky had become very dark, and traffic on the highway had slowed to a standstill. Mr. Friend was conferring with the frustrated bus driver about possible alternate routes. It was shaping up to be a very long ride home. Farshad put down his study materials and closed his eyes.

Cookie could feel Terror Boy looking at her. So creepy. She didn't actually believe that he was a terrorist (get real, he was only twelve), but still, you never knew what kind of person he could turn into. He certainly had what it took to be a terrorist—he was an unpopular loner who gave girls creepy stares. Gross. Being on the little bus was the worst.

The bus wasn't moving and Yo-Yo Sub was deep in conversation with the driver, coming up with a plan to get off the highway in order to make better time. Yo-Yo Sub wasn't sure about it, but the bus driver was insistent. He probably wanted to drive them all to an abandoned farmhouse and eat them, or something. Still, it was probably better than sitting in traffic.

No one else seemed bothered when they exited the highway. There was a dark-haired girl a few seats behind Cookie who was scribbling something in a sketchbook—How is she not carsick?— and creepy Terror Boy, who had stopped staring at Cookie and was just looking out the window. Jay's dumpy friend was directly behind her. Maybe he was actually Jay's boyfriend or something; they were always hanging out together. They were probably a couple. Gag. Cookie made a mental note to tell Addison about it when she got back home. Addison would think it was hilarious and totally tell Izaak. Izaak wouldn't let that juicy tidbit go—he was like a big, dumb shark, and once he had a good bite on his victim he wouldn't let go until they drowned. Cookie smiled. Things were looking up. Jay and his chum really shouldn't have messed with her.

They were off the highway and driving on some sort of back country road, and the darkness and the driving rain made it difficult to see beyond the reach of the headlights of the bus. For a moment Cookie was actually frightened. Does Weirdo even know where he's going? Lightning flashed and briefly illuminated the inside of the bus. Yo-Yo Sub was biting his thumbnail and Jay's friend looked a little queasy. If he was going to barf, that would be just perfect. Worst bus ride ever.

The bus lurched, and for a moment Cookie wondered if she would be the one to throw up—it felt as if the bus were falling onto its side. As Cookie was flung out of her seat it occurred to her that the bus actually was flipping over, and that there would be no time for puking. She instinctively raised her arms to cover her head, and that was when she heard the unfamiliar sound of her own screaming.

Everything was wrong. Cookie saw Terror Boy get tossed across her field of vision like a rag doll and then her head slammed against something hard and sharp. The bus was still moving, and she could see a wave of dirt hitting the windshield. Were they going to be buried alive?

Were they even still alive?

Wet. Nick was very wet. No, wait, it was the ground. The ground was very wet. The wet ground was making him wet. Also, the rain falling on top of the wet ground was making him wet. A very wet blade of grass was sticking directly into his right nostril, but Nick wasn't moving. Could he move? Nick could feel things, like the mud seeping into the front of his shirt and the rain pounding on his back. Could he see? Thunder boomed overhead, much too close for comfort. He could definitely hear things. Was that a horse? Nick opened his eyes.

He was lying in the muddy grass about fifteen feet from the bus, which was overturned in the ditch on the side of the road. Lightning flashed, and for a split second he could see a figure near the bus. Nick stretched out his wet arms to the guy, trying to call out to him. "Hey …" His voice sounded tiny and weak. Nick put his palms on the rain-soaked ground and tried to push himself up. The mud made a disgusting sucking sound as it reluctantly released the bulk of his body. "Hey!" he called out again, a little bit louder. He struggled to his feet.

Dizzy. Did I hit my head? It looked to Nick like he'd been flung fifteen feet from the rolling bus. Of course I hit my head. But his head didn't hurt. Was he dead? Maybe I'm dead. Do dead people get this soggy? Probably not. Nick hadn't been to church since his dad died, but it seemed doubtful that his jeans would be this caked with mud in the afterlife. Also, if he was dead, he'd be seeing his dad. No, for better or worse, Nick was alive.

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    前世,她是世界最耀眼的异能特工组长,一手火系异能出神入化,半本元天诀制霸整个古武界,还是夜家百年一遇的天才人物。奈何树大招风,由于太过优秀,让那些人感到了威胁,最后被联合围攻。所幸,夜无双带着那些想要她死的人一起上路了。重生,她是天夜国的废物公主,寄人篱下,受尽虐待。当她成为了她。说我废物?先天满级灵力瞧瞧。说我不能召唤?极品神兽了解一下。黑帝,元天大陆最强者,暗夜神殿统治者,手一挥,嘴一动,分分钟有百万大军来碾压你,自从被夜无双救了以后,变成了这样:“你在干嘛?”夜无双好奇的看着眼前这个用圣水洗菜,‘魔炎’烧饭的人。“双双,你先等等,饭马上做好了。”某帝撸起袖子又加了把火。“普通的食材经不起你这样尊贵的待遇。”某帝一深思,“走,宝库里拿点东西出来煮了吃。”身边的暗卫一个趔趄:尊敬的黑帝陛下,天材地宝不是这样用的,您这样暴殄天物,良心不会痛吗?……某个月黑风高的夜里,“你松开!”“不!”“还想要你的嘴吗?”“不要了,就想长你身上。”……本文一对一,强强联手,身心干净。
  • 禅圣

    禅圣

    武道一途,染鲜血,踏白骨,而我以武入圣,却追寻一颗禅定的心。真正的强大,是能够守护一切,守护这片繁华人世,守护她一世安好。 ──── 被系统屏蔽了上百章,我能怎么办,我也很绝望啊!! 先写新书吧,到时候解禁了再慢慢更新,对不起那少的可怜的读者了!
  • 绝代双骄(胡一天、陈哲远主演)

    绝代双骄(胡一天、陈哲远主演)

    胡一天、陈哲远主演!《绝代双骄》是古龙本人投入至多心血和热血的长篇巨著,让一个天才完成了他的成长。是古龙小说的一个里程碑。——倪匡。《绝代双骄》中登场的经典人物:小鱼儿、花无缺、铁心兰、燕南天、江玉郎、苏樱、十大恶人。小鱼儿与花无缺,一对孪生兄弟。无论是性格还是命运,他们都像是一枚硬币的两面。尽管一个在至卑至贱的恶人谷,另一个在至高至洁的移花宫,但他俩有一点始终相同,那就是少年人的热血与生命力!就像小鱼儿说的:一个人做的事若都已在别人意料之中,他活着岂非也和死了差不多?
  • 惊魂未定

    惊魂未定

    她微笑着朝我走来,引起我心头一阵剧烈的骚动。她来到我面前,半蹲下身子,把脸蛋凑向我,一股香甜的气息向我袭来,“欢迎你上台,与我一起表演。”她妩媚地笑着,并伸出纤纤玉指轻搔我的脸颊。周围的洋鬼子们乱哄哄地吹出一串忌妒的口哨。我有点不知所措,显得十分狼狈,“抱、抱歉。”我语无伦次地说道,“我、我不会跳舞,更不会表演。”身后爆发出一阵嘈杂的大笑,一个汉子用荷兰语大吼:“喂,别难为他了,让我来吧,保证让你一下爽个够!”
  • 穿越之女配翻身

    穿越之女配翻身

    苏青瑶穿越了,但是还没来得及高兴,却发现自己成为一部小说里的女配。这是一个重生女的故事,而她苏青瑶,就是那抢了女主的相公,逼得女主自尽,等女主重生后又被活活虐死的绝版女配。老天,不待这么玩儿人的!罢了,木已成舟,接受现实,幸好女主刚刚重生,先和女主打好关系,接着图谋发展。但是,我说女主,你是女主你威武,我是女配我让路。你空间在手,美男在侧,日子滋润生活安逸,还要使计将我嫁给那个渣男就不对了吧。老鹰不发威,你当我不会飞啊。不过,等嫁过去之后,苏青瑶才发现,那个绝版渣男男配,居然也被穿越了。“呜呜•••••夫君啊,同是天涯穿越人,你夫人被欺负了,你不会见死不救吧。”配角自保策略:【一】远离女主,珍惜生命:作为配角,替主角挡刀子当炮灰不可避免,就算你不害她,为了女主的九九八十一难,其他人也会出手。所以,见到女主,立即让路。【二】远离男主,拒绝美男:作为配角,要坚定不移的相信好男人都是女主的,美男都是向着女主的的亘古真理。凡是和女主有关系的男人最好不要靠近,不然轻则清白不保,重则身死道消。【三】作为配角,懂得自觉:不管发生什么事,有主角在场一定要保持“作壁上观,隔岸观火,冷眼相对,绝不出手”的十六字方针,坚决贯彻女主出现,撤退百米的政策,一切以女主为领导核心,女主是对的,女主不对的也是对的。【四】配角也有尊严,在不触犯配角自身利益的情况下,谨遵以上条款,若是触及自身利益,那就要翻身农奴把歌唱,雷霆出击,绝不手软。
  • 都市之天才医圣

    都市之天才医圣

    医圣,华佗逝世前留有传世医书【青囊经】,却无人得知其下落。李亦然,一名普通的医科大学生,无意间闯入地牢,遇一神秘鬼影赠书。李亦然本想退却,却被神秘鬼影一语所留,“此书可活人。”获得了传世医书【青囊经】,原本普通的李亦然,在花都纵横驰骋,艳遇不断,成为一代都市奇人……
  • 萌萌王子:恶魔王子饲养法则

    萌萌王子:恶魔王子饲养法则

    精心准备了两年的表白,却被横空飞来的一只大帅哥打乱,她承认,这货长得又帅又迷人,只不过这性格也太渣了点吧!不道歉不说,还占着她的家不走,要她做女佣。说什么我是高于你们平民社会存在阶层的王。你一个平民,也配和我交朋友?笨女佣,请尊敬地叫本殿下主人!靠,老虎不发威,你当我是病猫呀,她戚果儿就不信摆平不了他了,恶魔,过招吧!
  • 一池青萍

    一池青萍

    一个故事传统武侠故事吧,第一写可能不会很好看吧!随缘了。
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    网游之无极传说

    【探路兵三连出品】陈孟阳因为游戏而倾家荡产,蜗居在城市角落里,这个当年的游戏第一人,现在正在为生计而奔波,但是那些仇家却坚信“斩草不除根,春风吹又生”的古训,一直追杀不止,终于,陈孟阳浑身枪眼地倒在了血泊中,然后……他回到了两年前,然后,《无极》刚刚开发完成……