She wrote another chapter after marking the first five chapters of the word change, and in order to break the characters, she still marked the content of the chapter in parentheses at the beginning of the chapter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As she typed word by word, the phone lit up again, and the unread text message didn't have to guess who it was.

Click on the message, the word chocolate comes into view, it reads, I am familiar with the editors in Mochu's studio, today's manuscript is handed over to you, and you send it to the place where you submit.

When she boarded QQ, the QQ mailbox flashed email messages one by one, and she received nearly 100 emails when she went in.

The format of each email is very standard, with the update or delivery in the front, followed by the name of the article, the number of words, the number of words written, and the number of chapters.

I probably skimmed through it, and there were only a few special letters with a writer's information sheet written on it.

Still keeping this web page, she opened her QQ, and what she saw was a long list of messages sent to her by Chocolate, where each text went.

"I'm doing all this myself?"

She replied to the chocolate, and her little hand touched and touched the keyboard, knowing very well that such an opportunity would be useful to her, especially if she continued to write, she could find a lot of good seedlings.

"These are made by yourself, and you also have to manage and promote them yourself, in addition, these manuscripts have a limited number of word updates, and you can look at them yourself."

The news of the chocolate distribution came to her phone intermittently, and it was connected to tell her silently that it was good to follow the actions given.

She clenched her hands, breathed a long sigh of relief, checked and threw them out one by one, obviously it would take a few minutes to send something, but she sent it for more than an hour.

The body was soft and uncomfortable, lying on the bed, reaching out and pinching the phone, "I've finished sending it, it's down." ”

It was already two o'clock in the morning when she finished saying this, and the sky outside the room was dark and there was no light in sight, so that the magic pen in her mind turned around twice and appeared in her hand.

"What's wrong?" She subconsciously held the magic pen, looked up and down several times, and didn't find anything wrong.

The magic pen pointed at her, and suddenly it scurried into her mind, and the golden breath followed her movements, falling on her throat, as if to tell her that there was a secret to share with her.

Mo Xiaozao frowned, and began to rummage through An Xia to leave a message under such an abnormal action of the magic pen, in the following pages, the relationship between a sentence and the magic pen is not only to use, but also to share, to share the feeling of the pen.

The magic pen rubbed against her, shuttling in her mind, and a unique golden light appeared.

"You're communicating with me?" She swept the golden light, held the magic pen and looked at her, I don't know why, I will be very strong There is a demon around here, and I don't worry about the magic pen for fear that it will pierce into the bones.

The magic pen shook up and down twice, as if nodding in agreement with her thoughts.

She tried her best to find the method that Anxia left her, but she found a way to communicate with the magic pen, just feel the feeling of the pen, follow the thinking of the pen, and achieve the same feeling that the magic pen can connect with her thinking.

"How does the pen feel? And thinking? ”

I didn't know what this sentence meant, so I could only hold the pen and prepare to leave the room to find Leng Suran.

As soon as her hand was held on the door, the pen flew out of her hand like a grumpy child, and fell on the bed and turned into a gray stone, which was particularly conspicuous in the quilt.

Mo Xiaozao looked at the action of the pen, and naturally knew that the pen was not like going out, but what did it mean to fall next to the computer? Are you telling her that it has something to do with computers? Or is it something to do with the story she's writing on the computer? She picked up the magic pen and a thought flashed through her mind.

The magic pen itself is a thing of writing, will it be possible to find the feeling of a pen when you write something?

She turned on the computer, and while following the story, she swiped on the keyboard with the magic pen, and after retracting her mind, the keyboard flashed golden light at a time, and the keys were connected together, which was the most suitable development for her story next.

According to the golden guidance, she wrote extremely smoothly, and the pen in her mind also turned little by little with her codeword.

After a thousand words, the pen that had rotated several times stopped, and the golden world opened up before her eyes.

A row of pillars that can't see the top supports the space, and the bright gold draws a picture of small animals, turning into a flying dragon and a phoenix as she moves forward, she continues to walk and finally stops in front of the golden seat that is more than ten meters long, looking at the delicate patterns on the seat.

It is a very familiar pattern, and it is a unique pattern on Anxia's skin that is not exposed.

She leaned in front of her chair, staring at the pattern and said, "Since I inspired you, you must know how to hide your breath, how to get me to the desired position as quickly as possible." ”

"Yes."

Voices replied to her from all directions, echoing back in her seat, extra familiar.

"Then please tell me how to block my breath." She didn't know what the relationship between herself and the magic pen was, but she just said what she wanted according to her current situation.

"That's not what you're supposed to communicate with me."

Coldly rejected her, and the voice became extremely distant, as if coming from the direction she came from, and it was vague to hear what was being said at the end.

She moved a step closer to her seat, and then she could see what the tiny pattern was on the seat.

It turned out to be a dragon, like a slave gathered under the seat, glaring angrily at eyes the size of her fist, with a pen in its open mouth, looking up at the seat.

"Do you want to become a god? You can do it by sitting on it, you also know that I am a magic pen, as long as I record things, it will become a reality, no matter what kind of rights you want, what kind of achievements. ”

The voice came again, and the surrounding gold was drowned in black in the blink of an eye, and only one of her was left standing, stupidly looking at the still lit seat.

"I want a way for you to hide your breath! I can rely on myself for what I want! ”

Her nails pinched into the palms of her hands, and her body was reminded by a steady stream of pain, she couldn't believe all this in front of her, and the magic pen communicated with her, there must be a special purpose!

Mo Xiaozao shook his head fiercely, his little hand seemed to be unintentionally raised, and he stroked it on the seat, "It's really a familiar feeling." ”

"Sure enough, Anxia won't be wrong! After a few years, I am still back in your hands, my master. The voice sounded again, and the lines on the golden seat lit up brightly, and the empty book hung over the seat.

The thin book couldn't read the number of pages, and the only thing I could see was that there was not a word on the spread out pages, as if it had just snowed, neat and clean.

"Give her the method she wants, so that she can wake up a little, don't force her to irritate."

"I see."

The book of nothingness merged together silently, disappearing into this space, and the pen that had not communicated with her also gave her the method she wanted, so that she could prepare the red rope that could tie the pen tightly, and the pen would hide the breath of the magic pen.

(To be continued.) )