"Okay, a total of twelve yuan!" After a while, the things that Ding He wanted were packed, and the proprietress handed them over and said kindly.

Ding He took the breakfast, took out a ten-yuan and five-yuan one from his wallet, handed it over, and said to the boss with a smile: "Don't look for money, bring me two more tea eggs!"

"Okay!" the proprietress happily agreed when she heard that she had business again.

Ding He directly carried the breakfast he bought and walked home. When I got home, my father and mother were already up.

"Why are you going? I don't have a mobile phone, I have a few calls just now!" Ding He just opened the door, and his mother was very anxious and handed over the mobile phone and said.

Ding He found out that when he went out to change his shoes, he forgot his mobile phone on the shoe cabinet. Glancing at the caller ID, he said to his mother, "It's okay, Mom! It's the editor's phone! I bought breakfast, you eat first, I'll call back!"

"Well, let's go, there are several of them!" "Mother took the breakfast that Ding He bought, and urged Ding He.

Although Ding He said that it was okay, he was actually quite strange in his heart, why did the editor suddenly call. I set the regular update of the novel by myself, and there shouldn't be a problem.

Ding He took his mobile phone, went directly back to his bedroom, and called the editor back. As soon as I dialed here, the other side was immediately connected, and the editor's anxious voice came out: "Hey, is it the author of the He Qian Nail?"

"Yes, it's me!" Ding He said affirmatively, and then asked the editor, "What's wrong, Iced Tea Editor?"

The editor of Iced Tea reminded Ding He and directly explained: "It's "Zhu Xian"! You have been off for three days! Now the reader's own emotions are very excited!"

"Interrupted, shouldn't it?, I'll set a regular update!" Ding He said very strangely after listening to it.

"Really...... Finished with the book?" When the iced tea editor heard this, he said in disbelief, "I feel that the plot is exciting, so it won't be finished like this!"

Ding He thought about it for a while, and instantly understood, it was really like this, more than 1.6 million words, 10,000 a day, and it should almost end.

Ding He looked at the iced tea editor and explained with a smile: "I'll take a look later, I guess it's supposed to be finished! I've been a little busy lately, and I've forgotten about the novel!"

"It's over?" said the iced tea editor in a loveless tone, "Why is it finished? Baguio is the end, is that it? And Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, are they together?"

Listening to the iced tea editor, Ding He was overjoyed in his heart, it turned out that the editor was also chasing the book. Ding He smiled and explained to the editor: "Didn't you write it in the end? Leave a suspense, let's guess for yourself! As for Baguio, it has been resurrected, and it is enough to have it once!"

"Isn't it, Baguio is no longer resurrected? You can continue to write, it's only 1.6 million words, it's too short!" the iced tea editor was not satisfied, and continued to stalk.

Ding He thought about it for a while, and finally refused, although he could continue the mink with the dog's tail, Ding He really didn't want to break the classic in his heart. So he said solemnly to the editor of Iced Tea: "Enough is enough! In my opinion, this is the best ending! I'm ready to open a new book!"

"Alas, but ......" The iced tea editor is also a Baguio fan, and he still can't let go, but he was diverted by Ding He's words, and hurriedly asked, "What type of new book is it?"

Ding He pondered for a while, thinking about the few literary works he had hoarded in his hand, and said very angrily: "This time I am going to open it twice!

"What? I heard you right!" The iced tea editor just finished listening to it, and said directly in surprise, "Dada, I still have to write female frequency! No! I think female frequency is still forgotten, I can continue to write "Zhu Xian", and open a new book at the same time!"

Ding He touched his brows, and said very seriously to the editor of Iced Tea, who was still not giving up: ""Zhu Xian" is really over! ”

"Okay! Male frequency can send me an outline, add 10,000 texts, if appropriate, you can sign it directly!" The iced tea editor reminded Ding He, "If you are a female frequency, I'll give you a contact information, you can take a look at it internally!"

Now that Ding He has passed "Zhu Xian", although it cannot be said that he is a god, at least it is at the level of a small god. Therefore, for Ding He, the iced tea editor can still provide a lot of convenience in order to retain Ding He.

"Then it's troublesome!" Ding He said politely.

The editor of Iced Tea looked at Ding He and said with a smile: "What's polite? Although "Zhu Xian" is over, I am looking forward to your new book!"

"Okay, then I'm welcome!Wait a minute, I'll send you 10,000 texts and outlines!" Ding He said to the iced tea editor.

"Okay, I'll send you the contact information of the coriander in a moment!

"Okay, thank you! Then I'll hang up first, I'll go to the writers' area to have a look!" Ding He said, and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Liu He directly used his mobile phone to log in to Chuangyue.com and entered the writers' area. entered the account password, entered his writer's backstage, and looked at the bright red 99+ on the screen, which made Ding He can't help but think of his own blog.

clicked in to take a look, Ding He found that as expected, the comment area was also occupied. Just like when he was reading books, Ding He understands the feelings of these readers very well.

"It's the third day, and the author hasn't changed yet!My big knife is already hungry and thirsty!Is there anyone in a group?,I know the author's live broadcast room ID,You have to give us an explanation!"

……

Don't tell me, this is the end!"

"Where's my Baguio, if that's the end, I'll send the author a blade!"

……

"Why is it broken today? I'm still waiting for my Baguio to come back to life!"

"What is this? Eunuch? It can't end like this!"

……

Ding He pulled down the comments one by one, and found that the readers were very emotional, and the vast majority of people were haunted by Baguio's death.

Looking at everyone's comments, Ding He really couldn't bear it a little, after all, he was also a "Baguio Party" at the beginning. In Ding He's heart, a thought flashed, should I continue......

"Ding!" the phone rang, and it was a new comment. Ding He was just about to open it to see, and there was a "drop" in his mind.

Ding He opened the emotional value record directly in his mind, glanced at it, and was directly blinded. I saw that the negative sentiment value column, dense records, are increasing.

"Slightly drop negative sentiment +26!"

"Cultivation - Fire Weaving Negative Sentiment +40!"