Lu Xiaobu, who is at home, can only read novels to pass the time, except for sleeping until three o'clock in the morning.

But what made his egg hurt was that after reading the novel of this world, he slept more soundly!

All of them are hypnotic miracles!

It's amazing!

"Sister Lan, isn't there any good novel? This novel is more hypnotic than the teacher's class. ”

Lu Xiaobu woke up from his sleep on Liang Lan's knee pillow for the twenty-eighth time, and said extremely depressed.

"I think it's okay. Liang Lan looked at it and said, "These are the top novels on the novel list! ”

"It's also highly praised, let's just say this "Cangtian Road"! Pig's foot worked hard to find the enemy who killed his parents! It stands to reason that the enemy is very red when he meets him! If you kill him directly, you can't just kill it with a knife!"

"No, he spent 10,000 words explaining why he wanted to kill him! Preaching legal morality from social ethics! Sprinkled with joy, it can be called an epic masterpiece! What a special idle egg pain?"

Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and said.

"Since the first few are not good, do you want a lot of masters to find those that no one has watched? Maybe it meets your appetite?"

Liang Lan thought about the content of the novel according to Young Master Xiaobu, and her liver did feel a faint pain.

So she can only come up with ideas.

"Good idea. ”

Lu Xiaobu's eyes lit up, and he pulled directly to the bottom.

I went to find the books that had the least comments and were scolded on the street.

Sure enough, it paid off.

This time he learned, read the comments first.

Lu Xiaobu finally found one.

"The Strongest God Costume System in the City"

That's how the comment below is written.

"What kind of stuff are you writing about?"

"What kind of society is this, killing people casually, and killing people all over the house? You are a policeman who eats dry food?"

"No wonder you're hitting the streets. ”

“......”

Liang Lan looked at these comments and shook her head.

Although she generally doesn't read male frequency novels, it's a person who is not interested in seeing such comments.

Except, of course, Young Master Xiaobu.

"It's a good book to read. ”

Lu Xiaobu rubbed his hands excitedly and clicked on the book.

While watching, commenting:

"Well, cool, that's it, look at me, I'll kill your whole family and reward the alliance leader. ”

One alliance leader, a thousand pieces!

"Okay, kill this slut, and reward the alliance leader. ”

Two alliance leaders, two thousand yuan!

"You move my brother, I cut off your hands and feet, do a good job, reward the alliance leader. ”

Three alliance leaders, three thousand yuan!

......

Liang Lan smiled helplessly on the side - I've only read a few chapters, and I've rewarded eighteen alliance leaders.

The grounding can't stop the young master's loser behavior.

"I'm going, why is it gone?" Lu Xiaobu sat up suddenly: "It's a critical time, why is it a eunuch?"

Liang Lan immediately looked at it.

I saw the title of the latest chapter.

"This Book Stops Indefinitely"

The following short sentences reveal endless bitterness.

'Sorry, I don't know how many people, or even anybody, will see this chapter.

But if anyone sees it, I can only say I'm sorry.

I can't bear it!'

Seeing this comment, Liang Lan understood. sighed: "Forget it, young master, read other books." It's not easy enough for this author to be able to write without any income and even being abused, and he is already a person with great perseverance. ”

"No, I'm going to read this one. Lu Xiaobu pursed his lips: "Zhang Meng." ”

Zhang Meng: "Yes." ”

"I want you to find out the author's address and bring him back to me. ”

"Don't we still have a villa that no one lives in. Changed its name to Little Black House. ”

"Then put the author of this eunuch in it and put me in it to write a book. ”

Lu Xiaobu ordered with a wave of his hand.

How many readers here on Earth want to do this.

Today, he will do the right thing for heaven and imprison the author of this eunuch in a small black room to write a novel.

"Yes!" the corners of Zhang Meng's mouth twitched, and he could only take his life.

Liang Lan looked helpless.

Master Xiaobu, you really know how to play.

People can't write anymore, eunuchs are eunuchs, and ordinary readers just scold two sentences.

It's better for you to catch someone directly, and you have to be locked up in a small black room?

......

It is 1,000 kilometers away from Shimen City, Zhejiang Province.

Inside a smoky hut of less than ten square meters.

A bearded young man sits in front of the computer, carrying a wine bottle in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand, and his legs are on the computer desk, looking at the yellowed ceiling with a decadent face.

"Failed again, is there really such a thing as life in this world? I can't eat by writing books?"

As Gong Hui spoke, tears began to appear in his eyes.

The phone he kept aside had several unread messages on it.

Parents: "Child, you listen to my advice, we are not the ones who eat this bowl of rice, I will say hello to you, the electronics factory is short of people, come back quickly." ”

Girlfriend: "Let's break up." ”

Landlord: "I'm telling you, don't think it's okay not to answer the phone, and if you don't pay the rent, you'll move out in three days." ”

Classmate: "Eh, great writer, why is it a eunuch? ”

Novel website APP book friends commented: "Garbage author, finally stopped writing?

Gong Hui didn't need to read it to know the content of the information, and he was about to memorize it.

He has always hoped that he can complete the counterattack like the pig's feet in his novel, pretending to be forced to slap his face.

But......

A novel is a novel after all, and reality slapped him hard!

And what he didn't notice was the latest few messages on his phone.

"Lu Xiaobu of the loser brigade rewarded - 10,000 book coins. ”

"Lu Xiaobu of the loser brigade rewarded - 10,000 book coins. ”

"Lu Xiaobu of the loser brigade rewarded - 10,000 book coins. ”

“......”

Eighteen series of identical messages were ignored by him.

Gong Hui picked up the wine bottle and poured it hard.

Sadness is wine, and it is even more intoxicating!

Just when he was drunk and faint.

"Bang. ”

The door of his room was opened.

A big man walked in, it was Zhang Meng.

"You're the author of "The Strongest Costume System in the City". ”

Zhang Meng looked at the decadent man and asked.

"It's me. What's wrong?" Gong Hui asked in a daze.

"My young master likes the novels you write very much, you eunuch, he is very unhappy, he wants to lock you up in a small dark room to write novels. ”

The corners of Zhang Meng's mouth twitched and said Lu Xiaobu's order.

He suddenly remembered one thing, the young master didn't seem to say anything about the treatment.

It's over, it's hard to do.

How do you take people away?

"Don't tease me. Gong Hui said angrily: "Someone will like my novels? Don't lie to me! How is it possible? I'm just a street fighter, just garbage!"

"It's true, would you like to come with me?" Zhang Meng asked seriously.

"If what you say is true, what if you are locked up in a small dark room?"

Gong Hui had a drink separation, but his eyelids were still fighting.

It was only in his sleep that he could see the scene where he could support himself by writing novels.

"If you say yes. That's not counting my kidnapping. ”

Zhang Meng put Gong Hui on his shoulder, paid the rent he owed to the landlord, and strode away.

Well, just like that, the future King of Shuangwen began his journey to the little black house!

With a smile in his sleep, he didn't know what kind of nightmare would greet him!