Rub Rub Rub ...... In the study, only Ma Shilong's IWC watch was making a small cracking sound, this watch Ma Shilong had not worn it a few times since he bought it, but just put it on the table as an ornament, rendering the atmosphere of the passage of time when writing.

Qin Luming stood up, looking at Ma Shilong's face with a frightened expression of two hundred catties, surprisingly this extraterrestrial flying hammer that seemed to be thrown by the God of Thunder did not smash his head.

Not even a trace of blood was left.

Qin Luming tore off a strand of his hair and put it in front of Ma Shilong's nostrils.

It's really out of gas.

I touched his heartbeat again, and it was very plump...... No, it's quiet.

Qin Luming turned his head to look at the black hammer that flew in.

Big hammer.

It's not a common tool on construction sites or in various industries, but a hammer, but more like a weapon with some supernatural powers.

The shape is very chic, and the dragon body wrapped around the hammer head constitutes an incomparably complex structure, which brings a familiar feeling to Qin Luming.

He remembered the shape of Zeng Hou Yijian's drum base.

This is the weapon of the heroine in Ma Shilong's unfinished novel "My Wife is the Empress of Zhou"!

Finding this, Qin Luming hurriedly took a few steps back.

In this drizzly spring day, with a haunting cold air in the afternoon, a light that seemed to be forcibly returning from the hot summer broke out in Ma Shilong's study, as if the kingdom of heaven had opened the door, and an angel descended to welcome Ma Shilong's soul.

The hot and dazzling light gradually dissipated, Qin Luming squinted his eyes and saw a beautiful girl standing next to Ma Shilong's round and full body, holding the black sledgehammer that had just fallen from the sky.

The girl was not tall, a little shorter than Qin Luming, who was of ordinary height, her eyebrows were delicate and picturesque, and a few strands of hair swayed because she tilted her head to look at Qin Luming's movements, and the cold gaze penetrated through the hair and fell on Qin Luming.

Zhou Nan...... This girl must be Zhou Nan, the heroine of "My Wife is the Empress of Zhou", except for her, no one can use this big hammer called "Emperor's Hammer".

Qin Luming retreated step by step, his eyes locked on Zhou Nan, his hands raised slightly, until he retreated to the wall, opened the door of the study, and retreated.

Zhou Nan just looked at him, but he didn't mean to make a sound, Qin Luming took the door, and then ran away.

Leaving Ma Shilong's home, Qin Luming stepped on the splashing muddy water, ran all the way, and it took half an hour before he walked out of the winding alley and stood under a bus stop sign.

Qin Luming has changed his appearance, his clothes are a little damp, his hair is wet and messy, his slender fingers are holding a black and white ink print folding umbrella, and he is holding a book in the other hand and reading it.

His breathing was calm, like the wet bangs of the girl waiting for the bus next to him, and a gust of wind passed without swaying a gentle style.

Ma Shilong didn't know if he was dead or not...... According to Qin Luming's analysis and speculation, the first thing some of the characters in the book have to do when they come to the real world is to kill the original author, so that they can stay in the real world forever, and it will be difficult to expel them again...... In other words, it is resealed into the original book.

Sure enough, Zhou Nan also made the same choice, according to Qin Luming's understanding of Zhou Nan after reading the book "My Wife is the Empress of Zhou", she is very dangerous.

This is also the reason why Qin Luming chose to escape in the first place...... It's not that Zhou Nan is bloodthirsty and cruel, cruel and perverted, but because her identity is an emperor.

An emperor who does not need to rely on the army and has super strength in his own right, such a setting is destined for her dangerous nature...... Like a well-fed tigress, a little sheep walks past it, is the little sheep dead or alive?

Look at the mood of it.

It's okay to be idle, Qin Luming doesn't want to have more contact with her...... Anyway, Ma Shilong is already dead, if he has to stay here, who knows why Zhou Nan will kill him easily?

"Handsome guy, what kind of book are you reading?" The girl next to her seemed to be a little bored waiting for the car, and became interested in the book Qin Luming was reading.

It's been ten minutes since the last bus left, and it's a beautiful miss, as one encounter seems to be happening here.

"Ancient Village Life". Qin Luming came back to his senses, sniffed, and looked at the girl expressionlessly.

I also like to read ancient romances, such as "Return to the Little Princess of the Qing Palace" and "Wear Me Fast for 10,000 Years...... These are all books I've been chasing lately. The girl happily talked to Qin Luming as if she had found a common language, and didn't pay much attention to his cold expression, the young man in front of her, this rain that came and went, and her budding mood, it was a comfortable atmosphere to blend together.

"No, this is an information book that studies some folklore, traditions and life records of the ancient countryside. Qin Luming shook his head, "There are still ...... Don't talk to me anymore, I can't stand the smell of heather in your mouth. ”

"Huh, heather ......," the girl sniffed into her hand.

At this time, the bus finally came, Qin Luming got on the bus, and the girl was trying to judge whether she really had any heather tone.

After Qin Luming got into the car, he heard the driver scolding and complaining about the weather, the road, and the traffic jam.

Qin Luming sat on the seat behind the driver and listened, after the driver scolded the weather for a while, he began to scold his boss and wife, and then scolded the leaders and teachers of his daughter's school, and his daughter had to pay the tuition fee, his voice was low, but those anger disappeared a lot, and when he talked about his daughter, there was more tenderness in his tone that was difficult to detect.

Qin Luming is the only passenger, the driver is not talking to anyone, he just can't keep all his emotions in his heart, the driver needs to vent and dispatch, so as not to be disturbed by emotions and cause accidents.

The bus came to the next stop, and a mother with an umbrella and a little girl of about five years old came up, and the mother and daughter sat opposite Qin Luming, and the driver stopped talking to himself and looked ahead silently.

Qin Luming has been reading the book very quietly, the mother on the opposite side of the seat put the top of the umbrella into a plastic bag to prevent the rain from dropping everywhere, the five-year-old girl sang children's songs intermittently in her mouth, and her big pupils turned around in her eyes, like a koi waiting for visitors to feed in the pool, swimming aimlessly but expecting.

"That's nice. Qin Luming raised his head, smiled and applauded, his palms clapped quickly, and his movements and expressions were a little exaggerated, but the little girl was very happy, with a smile on her face, and she sang louder.

The young mother looked at Qin Luming and smiled, and the gentleness from the stranger made this bumpy bus more comfortable.

When he came to the transfer site, Qin Luming waved goodbye to the little girl, stood under the bus canopy and opened the book, and began to wait for the next bus.