"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Huanyu suddenly found that Hong Hezhang had been looking at her, and his expression was a little weird. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Hong Hezhang turned his eyes away, looked ahead and said.

"You're not going to be interesting to your sister, are you? Watch out for the two wives behind you. Zhao Huanyu said with a smile.

"......" Hong Hezhang did not respond. Instead, he said, "Sister Yin......"

"Call me Sister Huanyu or Sister Yu. Sister Silver. How lewd + it sounds. ”

“…… All right. Hong Hezhang said. "Sister Yu, your hair color should be natural, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Because if it's dyed hair, it can't look so shiny and shiny, and it can't go so naturally. ”

"Your white hair is also natural?"

"Yes. ”

"You are also a descendant of the Twelve Ancient Clans?"

"I am a descendant of the Ancient White Spirit Clan. ”

"You seem to have a twin sister, don't you? Her hair doesn't seem to be the same color as yours. ”

"It's about my parents. My dad is of white spirit descent, but my mom is of black human descent. ”

"Oh?" Zhao Huanyu glanced at Hong Hezhang in surprise, as if he had found a soulmate. "So, you don't know how to spell, do you?"

"Not before. Now it will. Hong Hezhang did not hide it.

"Why?" Zhao Huanyu was even more curious.

"It's a long story. You'll naturally understand later. Hong Hezhang said with a smile full of deep meaning.

When Hong Hezhang used his spiritual power to detect and sense Zhao Huanyu just now, he also operated the colored holy stone in his body at the same time. Then, he noticed that the silver hedron part of the colored holy stone suddenly lit up.

You must know that this colored holy stone is the treasure of heaven and earth smelted by the holy women of the twelve tribes and the spirit king Fuxi with their own body blood and qi in ancient times, and it is closely related to the reincarnation of the holy women of the twelve tribes.

Zhao Huanyu is indeed the reincarnation of the ancient silver Moroccan saint!

However, Zhao Huanyu has no mana at all now. Well, there is only one thing that can be explained...... She hasn't been transformed yet.

"If you don't say it, you don't say it. Hangs the appetite. Zhao Huanyu said angrily.

"Okay. I'll say it. Hong Hezhang said. "Not long ago, in the middle of an expedition, I stumbled and fell off a cliff and met a peerless master. The masters looked at me as handsome and chic, with extraordinary instruments, well-developed limbs, and strange bones. Then he used his life's work to help me quench my body and teach me a spell. You should also know the final ending...... The master must have died of exhaustion, and then I climbed the cliff and began to be invincible. ”

"Giggle......" Zhao Huanyu smiled coquettishly. "You're making up this story too vulgarly, isn't it?"

"Is it vulgar? I think it's good. ”

"If you write your next book like this, you're going to be scolded to death by your readers. ”

"New wine in old bottles. Clichés can also play new tricks. Readers spend money on wine and eat wine, not bottles. The most important thing is to see how the writer innovates and transforms the stories written by his predecessors. ”

"Okay. So may I ask Bai Da, how do you reinvent the story you just now so that readers can see the new tricks?" Zhao Huanyu asked curiously.

"Exaggerated. Exaggeration can be used. Hong Hezhang said. "If it were me, I would have turned the cliff into hell. When a person dies, his soul leaves his body and goes to hell. Then he met a peerless master, obtained the mysterious exercises, and after successfully cultivating, he killed out of hell, unified the world, and dominated the heavenly court. Isn't this kind of story cool? In fact, the routine has not changed at all, but it has just changed martial arts into fantasy. ”

"That's it?" Zhao Huanyu knew that it would definitely not be so simple.

Of course, the story must also incorporate family, friendship, love, etc., etc., depending on the author's ability and how to write. Whether it's poignant, sad, moving, crazy, domineering, romantic, lewd +...... In short, erotic scheming is indispensable. Hong and Zhang talked eloquently.

"Look at what you say, have you been through all of this? Otherwise, how could your book be so good?"

"Huh. If you haven't eaten pork, you've probably seen a pig run. Hong Hezhang said. "As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you will not be able to compose poems and chant them. When you've read enough books, it's hard to think about it. Novels are novels, especially fantasy novels, which are simply. Whoever can pull the most, whoever pulls the biggest egg, is the biggest and biggest bastard. ”

"Are you a bastard?

"What do you think?"

"I don't think you're. ”

"Oh?"

"You're a little bastard at best. ”

"How so?"

"Have you ever seen two big stars fall in love with a son of a son at the same time?"

"I've never seen that. Hong Hezhang said. "But I've never seen two big stars fall in love with a little bastard at the same time. ”

"Don't you think 'little bastards' and 'big stars' sound more right?" Zhao Huanyu blinked his eyes and asked with a smile.

"Yes, indeed. Hong Hezhang nodded in agreement.

"Then I guess I'm right that you're a little bastard, right?"

"That's right. Hong Hezhang smiled bitterly. "I'm just a little bastard. ”

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After Zhao Huanyu's car drove out of the community where the beauty apartment was located, half an hour later, he entered a large courtyard.

"Report to the boss, Miss Yin and the other four people drove back to the courtyard where their company was located. ”

A black van followed the cars of Zhao Huan, Yuhong and Zhang and others from a distance, and a middle-aged man in a black suit always held his mobile phone to report the situation.

Keep staring. The young man's muffled voice came over his phone.

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When Zhao Huanyu's car passed by the gate of the courtyard, Hong Hezhang saw a plaque hanging at the door through the front window, which read: Ancient and Modern Culture Company.

"Where is the address of our company?" Hong Hezhang's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and his expression was incredulous.

Who else is going to rent a large courtyard house as a company office space these days?

Who would be so stupid to rent a courtyard house to someone else?

And the location of this large courtyard house is very good, the transportation is very convenient, how much does it cost to rent for a year?

"You said you're a person, what do you want me to say about you!" Zhao Huanyu glanced at him and said angrily. "I've been writing books on the website for three years, and I don't even know the address of the company I work for? If I don't pay you for the manuscript one day, you can't find a way to ask for it. ”

"Hey, hey. I know you won't owe me money, so I don't have to go to my door to collect it. Hong Hezhang said with a smile.