The conversation at the dinner table was not very long, and there was no common topic, and after a casual conversation of two or three sentences, the meal was over.

and Xu Wanling said euphemistically, "I'm bothered, I'll solve the food myself in the future, so I won't trouble you." He nodded goodbye to Wan Yun and smiled, then closed the door, and through a wall, steady footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

After being stunned for a while, Xu Wanling shook her head and sighed lightly: "This kid." I didn't make any judgments in my heart, so I finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and walked straight to the kitchen.

And Wan Yun sat in the seat, looking at the closed door, her lips pursed slightly, her teeth unconsciously bit her upper and lower lipes, and she felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in her heart.

Back at home, Gu Yang poured a cup of warm hot water, slowly drank it, turned on the computer, and checked his subscription.

After more than ten hours of buffering, the subscriptions have rushed up, from 1,800 subscriptions to 5,000 subscriptions, and by the evening, 6,000 subscriptions must be stable, and 7,800 subscriptions are already in sight.

As for fairy dust? The results of that book are not bad, but compared to the Buddha is the Tao, that is, the difference between the lark and the goshawk, the difference is too far, and he is not willing to spend time on the other party, just glanced at the interface of the fairy dust, and closed it.

The two chapters at noon were updated and posted, and he looked back at the reaction of the book review area, and the effect of the reward floating red to the top has not disappeared, so that it is still a burning red, smiled, and went to the book friend group and people to blow for a while, disperse the thoughts in his heart, gather his spirit, and start coding words again.

The chapter of the Buddha in his hand has progressed to the part where he went to the bottom of the sea to explore the Yunzhongzi Cave Mansion with overseas monsters, and compared to the part that was published, he has saved up nearly 100 chapters of the manuscript, which can be said to be a lot of surplus, and he is not afraid of breaking the update, and this paragraph is the main part of the appearance of the earth immortal world, which is extremely important.

Although the original work is very well written, there is no best, only better, he will never mind spending time on it, and every point that can be written is exquisite.

Writing and writing, his thoughts flowed more and more cheerfully, and he wrote more smoothly, and at eight o'clock in the evening, after sending the three chapters of the expected haode, he once again frantically threw himself into the code words. On the broad foundation established by the original work, the more he wrote, the more he felt, and he even thought about writing all the plots of more than 20,000 words in this regard today!

The lights outside were on and off, and finally went dark, but the lights here were always on, and the screen was flowing with these fonts.

Yunxia was in danger, Zhou Qing was anxious, but he couldn't do anything, and his heart suddenly shook, but there was a change in the ring space.

"Buzz!"

A dull sound suddenly erupted in the void above his Dharma body, roaring through the hall, and the Dharma Wheel of Silence seemed to be attracted by some kind of liliang, rushing out from the meson space, the golden light was released, rendering a piece, and the sound of Sanskrit singing resounded throughout the entire hall, the mighty sound could not be cut off!

At the same time, the sky above his Dharma body was bright, and countless flying fairy phantoms appeared, fluttering in a dashing manner, scattering colorful petals on the face, colorful flowers and rain, and solemn treasures.

In mid-air, the Wheel of Silence rotated rapidly, and a colorful divine light rushed out from within it, rushing wantonly, condensing into a scepter in the shape of a bamboo branch, this pillow is three feet and seven minutes long, there are seven sections, each section has its own color, and there is an immortal aura inherited from the ancient times, which shocked the audience. ”

After writing this chapter, he took a deep breath and stopped typing.

Glancing at the alarm clock next to it, I realized that it was already past eleven o'clock, and I had a feeling of sleepiness in my mind. After more than ten hours of brain activity, he really couldn't stand it, he stood up, felt his legs sit numb, moved, looked at the night outside, and had the idea of going out for a walk.

After a day at home, it's time to exercise.

Packing up the computer, Gu Yang dragged flip-flops, wore big pants and a black vest, and went out into the deep night.

The night is as cool as water.

At this time, the summer has no teeth and claws in the daytime, it is exceptionally cool, and the breeze blows gently, passing through the hairline, blowing away the tiredness and boredom in the heart.

Writers are always lonely.

Often sit in front of the computer at home all day, there is no interpersonal communication, there is no legendary love for the beautiful girl on the Internet, there is no rumored chic and free, how much money can be a year, with them, only the computer and that is enough to make people grind out of the cocoon keyboard. This line of work is not as free and safe as people yearn for, and there is only loneliness that no one can communicate with for a long time.

So, in real life, writers generally have poor interpersonal relationships because they don't have time to do it. Of course, there are also interpersonal haode, but there are really not many of them.

Fortunately, Gu Yang is a person who can endure loneliness.

In his previous life, due to physical reasons, he didn't have too many friends, so he could only lie in bed and wait for death in the smell of medicine, so he raised a tenacious heart, and this heart did not disappear after the change of the body, but became more and more firm.

Facing the evening breeze in the middle of the night, he raised his hand, opened his fingers, and let the invisible wind leak through his fingers, feeling inexplicably cheerful.

The tall sycamore next to the walkway of the community is in the season of green leaves, moving lightly with the wind, swaying out a swaying sound, like the light sound of the wind chimes, which makes people a little intoxicated. And in the midst of this intoxication, a human moan suddenly came from not far away.

"Oh......"

The voice was faint and slight, and even on this quiet and peaceful night, it was not very conspicuous and not easy to notice.

Hearing this voice, Gu Yang frowned, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart, and finally walked over to see the situation.

After walking a few steps, turning a corner of the building, he saw the main owner.

A thin figure was half-leaning against a corner, wearing a hood and carrying a large box, like a guitar case. And beside him there were a few black streaks of something dripping, and the soft moonlight was falling, and it was not easy to see what it was because of the distance.

Silently approaching, a thick fishy-sweet smell reached his nose, the smell was familiar, it was the smell of liquid that often flowed from his mouth and nose in his previous life.

It's blood.

Gu Yang's heart trembled inexplicably, standing in front of that person, he felt that this person was a little familiar, and when he saw the black guitar case, he remembered who it was, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you need help?" ”

The man raised his head weakly, through the black lenses, glanced at the tall figure standing in front of him, as if recalling the impression of the other party, nodded, and said slightly: "Don't call the police." Then he tilted his head and fell down.

When reading this book, don't forget to recommend the collection, xiexie.