Duan Geng's house.

On the comfortable big bed, Duan Geng finished a chapter of 3,000 words.

His stomach was already "gurgling".

Looking at his phone, it had been two hours since he placed his order for takeout......

This takeaway guy ...... Could it be that you encountered some sudden accident? For example, being pulled away by two beautiful young ladies or something?

After opening the Starvation APP, Duan Geng flipped to the order and found strangely that the merchant did not take his order.

“......”

Can you still play this game!If you don't take orders, what kind of store will you open out!

Hungry, Duan Geng decided to go out to forage for food.

Duan Geng changed the four chapters in his mobile phone and released two chapters, but he didn't change much, but he just added the beggar's name.

And in order to make the novel look better and more memorable, a sect was added to it, the Mayfly Sect.

His original intention was that this sect was a small sect, and it would be destroyed in a few days.

If it's going to be destroyed, what's the point of such laborious descriptions?

Moreover, mayflies or something, with such a short lifespan, wouldn't it be nice to use it as a name for this kind of sect that will be destroyed in a while?

Thinking of this, Duan Geng couldn't help but feel that he was really witty.

After praising himself for dozens of minutes, Duan Geng got dressed and went out to the city center.

He just happened to buy a hot pot coupon in a group, and he fished it from the deep sea.

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Liang Ting looked at the book review of "Writing the Paper" with a bewildered expression.

Theme: "The protagonist is really super handsome, and the protagonist who is a philosophy of life is really handsome, I really like it!"

Reply: "First of all, thank you for reading what I wrote. Secondly, I want to smoke this protagonist to death when I see it, do you like it? Hurry up and take a look at your brain! Don't hack me anymore, okay? I beg you, can you hack the things written by those great gods? I'm just a street hitter, I can't accept your pursuit!"

In a whole day, I swiped more than 50 book reviews, but this hit the street, I thought I was a high-level black!

And it's still that kind of brainless high-grade black!

Liang Tingzhen felt so tired.

Moreover, although the protagonist looks very sand sculpture and wants people to beat him, that is my image in the book!

How so?

After thinking about it, Liang Ting didn't understand what the author of "Writing the Pen Determines the Future" thought.

He originally wanted to use some tips to prove that he wasn't a high-level black.

But......

Hitting the street is hitting the street, and you can't even sign a contract.

I was extremely depressed, and seeing that there was no order in the background of my T treasure merchant, Liang Ting was even more depressed.

And under this incomparably depressed, Liang Ting intends to turn depression into appetite.

He's going to eat hot pot.

He wants to experience the meticulous care of the waiter's young lady.

So, turning on his mobile phone, he bought a hot pot coupon in a group.

Fished in the deep sea.

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Wearing fashionable sportswear, holding the latest fruit mobile phone, and carrying a not too thin "Secret Book of Strange Turtles" in his arms, Dongguo Yulong walked on the road a little speechlessly.

Whether it was the sect master or Dongguo Yulong, they all ignored one thing.

That is, they don't know where the person who can predict the future lives.

The last time I met the person who could predict the future, it was the other party who came to him first, and Dongguo Yulong was just a passive recipient.

Whether it is the prophecy of the other party or the tips given to him by the other party, those are all the other party's initiative to contact him.

Dongguo Yulong didn't do anything except accept it.

This leads to a very embarrassing incident.

Dongguo Yulong didn't know anything about the person who could predict the future.

And without knowing anything, Dong Guo Yulong could only linger in the place where he jumped off the building, because the last time he met the other party in this place.

So Dongguo Yulong made a conjecture: as long as he keeps looking back and forth here, the other party will definitely appear again.

Revisiting the old place, the situation of the day is still vivid.

First, he was chased upstairs by several senior brothers, and then in that desperate moment, he saw the note in the bag, jumped down, broke through the limit, and reached the first level in one fell swoop.

Then relying on the first-order cultivation, he coerced those stupid and cute senior brothers to take him to the base of the Mayfly Sect.

And in order to deepen the fear of those senior brothers for him, he also deliberately jumped down from the stairs again.

It's just that I didn't have a good balance when I landed, and I fell.

But fortunately, no one saw it.

And those senior brothers almost cried when they saw Dongguo Yulong, who was still unharmed when he landed again.

It's too bullying......

After wandering here for dozens of laps, the sun is already in the center.

"It's noon, alas......"

Sighing, Dongguo Yulong touched his stomach.

He's already a little hungry.

And there are no delicious shops around, after thinking about it for a while, Dongguo Yulong plans to soothe his tired body.

Let's go deep sea fishing!

The waiters there are very caring and even the dishes will help you cook.

Mmmm!

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"Welcome, how many may I ask?"

As soon as Duan Geng came in, he was greeted by the deep-sea fishing attendant.

"One, is there a place?"

"Yes, please come with me. ”

Under the guidance of the waiter, Duan Geng sat behind a person with an ordinary appearance and an average temperament.

The two of them sat back to back, with a cute doll sitting opposite each other.

The smiling doll looked at Duan Geng gently, as if to say: Poor child...... Why don't you go find a girlfriend yet?

Seeing that very ordinary person, Duan Geng always felt a sense of familiarity......

After thinking about it for a moment, he remembered!

That person was the one who was squatting in the corner with him that day. obviously has no special skills, but he always looks like the second oldest in the world and the third in the world.

Thinking of such a guy sitting behind him, Duan Geng couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Forget it, eat your own, he has nothing to do with me anyway!"

Comforting himself like this, Duan Geng began to order with the tablet provided.

"First spicy soup, then shrimp slippery, gluten balls ......"

Duan Geng lit dishes one by one there, slept all day, and now he was so hungry.

"Let's do that first! I'll add more later. ”

While waiting for the food to be served, Duan Geng turned on his mobile phone and began to organize his thoughts.

Even if it's hitting the street, I want to finish a book well.

And Duan Geng's way of organizing his thoughts is very simple, read his own book to see if there was any foreshadowing left at that time.

Although his writing is very white and very mentally retarded, he still insists on reading it, after all, no matter how poisonous it is, it is also written by himself.

Moreover, while reading his novel, he was also trying to use the magic technique he wrote yesterday, the Divine Fire Technique.

While he was there looking at the experiment he had written, the man behind him suddenly shouted the name of another person.

And that name, Duan Geng is very familiar.

"Dongguo Yulong!"