It was already a few hours after Mo Xiaozao's promise to An Xia, she held the mouse in one hand and pressed the downward button on the keyboard with the other. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Another page of the novel was turned, and she pored over the article of the Misty Moon Tide.

The phone rang when she was fascinated, stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips, turned off the webpage and opened the codeword software.

Open the article in the software,She glanced at the end of yesterday a few times,Began to write a continuation for Peaches,For this kind of knowledge to write articles for others,She doesn't like it.。

Sadly, her funding made it impossible for her to refuse.

After typing more than 6,000 words, I continued to type the manuscript of 3,000 words, and took out my mobile phone to see that more than four hours had passed.

Mo Xiaozao pressed his temple, sorted out all the articles into a document, opened the peach's dialog box and passed it over.

The moment she finished sending it, Momoko received the file.

"Are you there?" Momoko's tone was light, not like the tone she had when she had been pulled here, "If you see it, please reply to me immediately." ”

"I'm here. What's the matter? ”

"The quality of your recent manuscript is very poor, especially the next 50,000."

Even though it's across the screen, she also feels that Peaches doesn't like it, and there is a hint of discomfort in her heart, she doesn't like it, but she is very serious about this article.

Staring at the screen, she immediately replied, "I've always been a quality." ”

"So you have to rewrite it now, I forgot to tell you, you only have the manuscript fee if the article you wrote for you has a grade, after all, we all spend money to collect, and you can only rewrite it now."

Her hands clenched in the atmosphere, and she wanted to smash the keyboard in front of her.

My heart felt like a flame burning, my face wrinkled uncomfortably, and my breathing became heavy and rapid.

"If you don't rewrite, you won't be paid."

Mo Xiaozao's face turned completely dark, and he crackled and smashed the buttons, "No, no, I can go somewhere else." I really don't care about your price. ”

"You think somewhere else will want you?" Momoko sneered, replied to her word by word, and brushed her message from the dialog box.

"Now that you have been banned by many editors, you don't carry other people's names, do you think you will be wanted there?"

"Even if you are someone else's gunman, you have to see if the other party's studio dares to use you."

Almost immediately, the words "Smoke and Moon Tide" came to her mind, and the ghost made a desperate call to the other party.

In a few words, she had determined that this matter was done by the Smoke Moon Tide.

In addition to being uncomfortable, she has a new understanding of the misty moon, and she is definitely not a simple newcomer.

"I think the author who was sent to destroy you." Long strands of hair hung down from her ears, and you didn't have to look to know that Anxia was lying behind her.

An Xia didn't see her frightened reaction, and raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction, "You also know that the day I came, you were the author who was going to be erased." ”

Her body stiffened, and her inquiring gaze fell on Anxia's face.

I always knew that the people who came that day were running for her, but now I know that it was to erase myself.

"What do I have to dismiss? Nothing but an ordinary author. ”

Mo Xiaozao laughed self-deprecatingly, she couldn't tell her feelings about her half-year life in the online literature world, but she knew very well that she would not offend others.

"I said you would become a god. Become a God Author. Without seeing the dissatisfied opening, he lazily rolled himself up in the quilt, arching one by one like magnified versions of insects.

Anxia crawled for a while, looking up at her as if she was tired and didn't continue.

"I can't even count myself as an author, how can I become a god?"

She wanted to scream, she wanted to fall everything in her hands, but in the end she was as calm as a god, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Just go with what you want." Anxia stared into her eyes, silently thinking in her heart that she also came here because she was destined to become a god.

After all, only when she reaches that position can those in her body be completely erased.

An Xia unconsciously touched the parts of herself full of patterns, and her expression flashed with sadness.

"I want you to guide me in revising." Naturally, she would not miss this opportunity, and smiled at An Xia with a longing face.

"Those 50,000 words?" Anxia didn't have any accidents, her long hair was squeezed out of the quilt, and it was especially terrifying when it hung on the ground.

Meows came from outside, making the room look gloomy.

Mo Xiaozao's throat made a swallowing sound, and he subconsciously bypassed An Xia and opened the curtains, and a beautiful white cat meowed outside the window.

The limbs wandered gracefully back and forth on the windowsill, amber's eyes staring intently into the room.

At the same time, the steel helmet in the room also screamed, and there was no need to press the translation, Mo Xiaozao also knew what was going on, and reached out to open the window.

The cold wind poured into her pajamas, prompting her to quickly close the window.

The white cat that came in, that is, the coin called by Anxia, ran to the side of the steel helmet, sniffed the steel helmet left and right, and rubbed the steel helmet's head affectionately.

Mo Xiaozao was embarrassed to disturb the intimacy between the steel helmet and the coin, and quickly climbed back into the computer chair.

But she didn't see it, and soon after she turned around, the coin opened its mouth and spat out a dozen blue stones the size of a fingernail, and the steel helmet's eyes instantly brightened.

An Xia saw this scene, nodded to the steel helmet in a friendly manner, and stood on the side of the computer as soon as her body moved.

"Open the article and see what changes you can find yourself." Casually glancing at the article, Anxia closed her eyes.

She was not surprised that An Xia slept anytime and anywhere, and looked at the content of 50,000 words word by word.

The same routine as too many articles, and the same cold and arrogant and domineering male protagonist as all the articles, a silly white and sweet little woman.

Mo Xiaozao's hand was involuntarily inserted into his hair, rubbing his scalp lightly and heavily, the article generally seemed to have no problems, and the characters had always been the same.

She thought about it seriously, and she didn't hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

But it was precisely because of this that Mo Xiaozao slept very soundly this night, and he did not panic at all from the owner of the opposite house.

Of course, this is an afterthought, but now she is extremely excited to find her own problem, and her little hand is directly pulled to Anxia's corner.

"Anxia, you see, many of my descriptions are dead, just one word."

The second male laughs either gently or lightly, the male protagonist is either tsundere or angry and asks her to get out, the only female protagonist who is still a normal description, has gone through a lot of chapters of cheerful style.

It's just that these aren't the main problem for cookie-cutter articles.

"Scatter." An Xia lazily opened her eyes and rolled up the quilt, "Your 50,000 words are loose like sand, and every chapter and part has no focus." ”