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Guo Naiyun's eyes were instantly attracted by this text. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wedge of this question is so short, Guo Naiyun finished reading it after a while, and after reading it, she was stunned, completely stunned, and unconsciously judged and judged in her mind......

Why is the opening so much like a ghost novel like "The History of Sohu Ye"? It's still fantasy and martial arts? Do you want to change the soup like this?

However, the text description of "Blood Parrot" has an unspeakable hidden way to lure the enemy into depth, which makes Guo Naiyun unconsciously continue to read it.

The blog post is not over yet, and there are still three-fifths to read.

“…… The Sea Dragon King laughed and said, "I don't want to die, will someone come in and kill me?"

There was confidence in his laughter, and he believed it was absolutely impossible.

But at this moment, a man suddenly said behind him: "Yes, I promise that someone will break in and kill you." ”

The smug laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Sea Dragon King Huo Ran turned around and saw Wang Feng.

Although he was tall and burly, and his belly was starting to bulge, his movements were still vigorous and flexible.

Wang Feng was looking at him, like a butcher looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

He is calmer and more confident than he is.

His clothes were stained with bright red blood, but his face was dead gray, as if he was seriously ill.

But he actually broke in.

From the heavy guards of the Seven Seas Villa, he fought his way out and broke into the forbidden place of the Sea Dragon King.

Although the Sea Dragon King was still trying his best to pretend to be calm, his hands were already cold, and he said, "How did you get in?"

Wang Feng said: "I walked in with two legs." ”

The Sea Dragon King suddenly shouted: "Someone is coming." ”

Wang Feng said: "You don't need to shout, I guarantee that even if you cut your throat, no one will come." ”

The Sea Dragon King gritted his teeth and said, "Are all the people outside dead?"

Wang Feng said: "There is no death, and it has run out." ”

The Sea Dragon King sneered and said, "You alone have such a great ability?"

Wang Feng said: "I only have one ability. ”

The Sea Dragon King couldn't help but ask, "Which one?"

Wang Feng said: "I dare to fight hard. ”

He really dared.

There are not many people in this world who really dare to work hard, and even fewer people who are really not afraid of death.

That's why he can fight his way out. ”

Seeing this, Guo Naiyun was speechless.

She has read a lot of chivalrous novels, and when she came up, she was fighting and killing, and the sword and sword shadow were boring for a long time, and this "martial arts" was really strange, but the two had a conversation, but the killing atmosphere came to her face.

Guo Naiyun continued to watch.

“…… The old man sighed, sighed several times, and suddenly asked, "How old are you this year?"

Wang Feng said: "Twenty-seven." ”

The old man said, "A twenty-seven-year-old man must not know these things. ”

Wang Feng said: "Why?"

The old man said, "Because what you want to know belongs to another world." ”

Wang Feng said: "There is another world?"

The old man said, "Yes!"

Wang Feng said: "What world?"

The old man's face seemed to be distorted, and after a long time, he slowly said, "The netherworld of all demons and ghosts." ”

He said it very truthfully. In this bleak and gloomy autumn night, in this desolate grave and decaying grass, it is more real to think about. ”

Seeing this, Guo Naiyun was completely trapped, and kept looking down, reading the three wishes of the blood parrot, and the tragedy of Guo Fan's family, the housekeeper of the palace, until he read:

[Wang Feng said: "I scared away the blood slave, the blood parrot will not come, of course I have to think of ways to solve your difficulties." He smiled and said, "Maybe I can give you three wishes like a blood parrot." ”

The old man sneered.

Suddenly, a sneer said, "I know what his first wish is." ”】

The whole blog post came to an abrupt end.

Guo Naiyun felt that she was still unsatisfied, and couldn't help muttering: "How can there be more chapters? What about the later ones?" At the same time, she was thinking: "Is the blood parrot really so evil......?"

Finally, she couldn't help but log in to her blog, wanting to leave something under the blog post "Blood Parrot: Chapter 1" to express her feelings after reading the full text.

In fact, most people who like to read books have a habit of recommending wonderful books to others when they see them, hoping that others will also see them, and this is the so-called word of mouth.

Therefore, when Guo Naiyun, a "chivalrous old bird", finished leaving a message on Yi Meng's Boke, and took the initiative to go to other chivalrous old bird distribution centers to help promote good books, within a few hours, on the Internet, the new novel titled "Fantasy Martial Arts", "Blood Parrot", became popular, and hundreds of old birds, new birds or half-old birds began to leave messages on Yi Meng's Boke.

As of two o'clock in the afternoon, for most of the day, the reprinting and sharing of "Blood Parrot" broke four figures.

There are countless messages and comments on the Internet, some good and some bad, and mixed reputations, but for Yang Tang, it has no impact.

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The party Yang Tang is making an appointment with Hesha to meet and pretend to be a coach at this time!

Originally, he had made an appointment to train from six to eight o'clock in the morning from Monday to Friday, but he drank several catties of liquor last night, and he was excited to code the first chapter of "Blood Parrot", and he fell asleep at dawn, squinted his head, and when he woke up, he was already three poles a day, not only did he not go to train Hesha, but he didn't even go to class, so he had to make an appointment with Hesha, who scolded him for not keeping his promises, to go to the training ground in the afternoon.

After two consecutive sessions in the afternoon, before a quarter past four o'clock, Yang Tang drove to the rented venue where Hesha had been trained before.

"Hey!"

Hesha ignored him, and still practiced the "left and right shrinkage method". Instead, Cross came to him and said unhappily: "Mr. Yang, why don't Hesha's future training be changed to this time in the afternoon?"

"Don't, don't..."Yang Tang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm busier in the afternoon, it's still the old time in the morning!"

The corners of Kross' mouth twitched when he heard this, and he stopped talking.

Hesha over there was silent, burying her head in practice.

Yang Tang observed from the side for a while, and said, "Have you practiced the left and right steps?"

"You have to take care of..."

"Then why did you call me here?" Yang Tang spread his hands.

"Overseer!"

Yang Tang rolled his eyes, saw that she was still practicing to death, and raised his voice: "Your left and right feet are uneven, how can you succeed?"

Hesha quietly changed when she heard this, but she still had a psychological shadow on her healed right leg, resulting in her right leg never being able to catch up with her left leg.

Yang Tang roared: "No, no...... You still have psychological problems, and you have been avoiding the exertion of your right leg, and if you continue like this, you will not be able to practice for another hundred years!"

Hesha didn't listen, and practiced for about ten minutes as it was, but it didn't work, and finally she was depressed and sat down on the ground.

Seeing this, Yang Tang walked up to Hersha and shouted, "Get up!"

Hersha staggered to her feet, her face full of frustration, not at her own tennis skills, but at never being able to overcome her mental obstacles.

Yang Tang looked like an old god, and raised two fingers and said: "There are two ways to solve the current problem that you can't do this kind ......of dead practice, one, find a hypnotic master to hypnotize you, so that you forget that your right leg has been injured;

Hesha was stunned when she heard this, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "What about the second method?"

"Two, practice your right leg alone until you break through the heart barrier yourself!" Yang Tang said indifferently, "Once this method is successful, there will be no weaknesses, but the problem is how long you break through the heart barrier, maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe a year...... What are you going to choose?"

"This ......"

Seeing Hesha's hesitation, Cross interjected: "Mr. Yang, apart from these two methods, is there no other way to get the best of both worlds?"

Yang Tang said lightly: "Fish, I want it, and I want it; Understood?"

Cross: "......"

At this time, Hersha said: "I choose the second method, how do I do it?"

"It's very simple, just stand on one foot on your right foot for as long as you do on your left foot, and you're good to go. ”

"Standing on one foot?" Hersha was a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, there is a video to prove it at the end, so I can teach you a step!"

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After coaching Hersha, Yang Tang took advantage of the meal to find Mr. Qian (see 134 for details).

Yang Tang went straight to the point and said his intention.

After listening to it, Mr. Qian hurriedly agreed: "Brother, as long as there are no mistakes in your repertoire, I will help you contact the record, and even the production will be no problem, as for publicity and distribution, it will be a bit ......"

Seeing this, Yang Tang waved his hand and interrupted Mr. Qian's words: "In this way, Mr. Qian, your company will be responsible for the production of records, as for the price, I don't want you to have any preferential prices, how about calculating it directly based on the average price of the record production of ten first-line singers, ten second-tier singers, and ten third-tier singers?"

Mr. Qian thought about it and counteroffered: "At most, you will be given the average price of ten second-tier singers and ten third-tier singers..."

"Okay, just do as you say, I'll let Qianying's lawyer come over and sign the contract tomorrow. Yang Tang said noncommittally, "As for publicity, I hope your company will help to publicize for half a month, and the publicity and distribution expenses will be counted as mine, and I will pay one percent of your company's publicity and distribution fees as labor fees, how about it?"

Mr. Qian frowned slightly, slapped him, and said, "One into five..."

Yang Tang paused for a moment, and then stretched out his slap: "Deal!"

At this time, Mr. Qian's mobile phone suddenly rang wildly. He glanced at the call, frowned and connected the phone: "Hey, Yifang, it's me, what's the matter?" Then Yang Tang heard a female voice on the other side faintly explaining something to Lao Qian anxiously, "What are you talking about?" Shang always asked Zhizhen to accompany the wine, and she didn't drink and splashed others?

Yang Tang didn't care about Mr. Qian's attitude, but when he heard the word "Zhizhen", his eyes narrowed, and he immediately snatched Mr. Qian's mobile phone and asked the other side coldly: "Where is the location of your banquet?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone didn't react for a while, and subconsciously responded: "It's at Fenghua Hotel..."

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