It was pouring a light rain.

Pei Yu returned to the wing, changed into a tights, tied his long hair into a ponytail, and grabbed the long knife that should have been dragged on his waist, directly in his hand, and then turned around and walked out of the door, holding the knife and standing under the eaves.

Shang Yousu on the opposite side was also under the eaves, pouting, "Sao!" ”

Pei Yu smiled.

Sao also has capital, who called you small.

Because in the summer, Pei Yu wore a customized shirt designed by Qi Pingchuan, a short-sleeved tight low-cut T-shirt, with a short skirt, and she was a modern woman.

I don't worry about the scenery being exposed, anyway, the dead can't be seen.

The two women looked at each other tacitly.

The figure flashed, and at the same time disappeared under the eaves.

In the rain breeze in the manor, there was a faint smell of blood.

Kills people extremely fast.

And much.

……

……

In the big dream, Qi Pingchuan returned to the real world.

The author, Jun at his desk.

Smoking a cigarette with Erlang's legs crossed, he kept clicking the mouse with one hand to flip through the web page, and when he got closer, he found that the author was reading the pages of his book.

Well, more than 100,000 words, more than 1 million clicks, 20,000 or 30,000 recommendations.

Collection of more than 5,000.

It seems that the results are average, and even a little fluttering.

Soon, the author Jun returned to the author's background, clicked on the interactive management, and read "The starting point of this chapter" chapter by chapter.

Well, that is, reader comments.

The first chapter of the chapter says that there are more than 130 articles.

Most of them are okay, and there are not many complaints.

The most is to complain that the protagonist will be desperate when he travels to ancient times to poop.

Qi Pingchuan cracked his mouth and smiled.

Lao Tzu Qi Aotian is the king of Shuangyang, and he will shave his ass with bamboo chips?

Chrysanthemums can hurt.

Obviously, it's paper - well, it's a bit expensive.

Chapter 2: Some people complain that there are too many stalks.

Qi Pingchuan rolled his eyes.

The author, Jun, a dead otaku, swipes the web page every day, and naturally knows a lot of stalks.

Besides, this is in line with Lao Tzu's character design.

As an Internet café partner, I spent most of my time in an Internet café before I crossed over, either swiping my phone or playing games.

Isn't it reasonable to have a stalk in every sentence?

There is a chapter in the back, in the plot of killing the real and false Zhang Xueying, some readers complained that the fight was too fantasy and ancient dragon, and the author laughed and said a sentence The martial arts world full of cause and effect magic skills naturally has a little fantasy feeling.

I'm just writing well.

Qi Pingchuan sneered.

No wonder it's a street, the book is written for readers, readers are really cool, you are a fart.

And this thing is self-defeating.

I didn't think there was a problem with the force system set up by the author Jun before, but after experiencing a battle with the black-clothed military division and Baili Qingshan, what kind of bullshit rules, well, it is the law of cause and effect martial arts, which makes Qi Pingchuan feel a little inappropriate.

Sooner or later, this thing will collapse the force system.

It depends on how the author finishes round.

After all, Baili Qingshan and the black-clothed military division are already so strong, if Qi Hanqing appears, it will be every second.

Qi Pingchuan continued to watch silently.

It's just that the further you go, the less this chapter says.

Obviously, the author's grades are worrying.

Qi Pingchuan is very melancholy.

This Nima shouldn't be a eunuch, if it's a eunuch, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do with my Shang Yousu and Pei Yu, I haven't found a way to return to the real world with my big and small wives from Guanjing Tianxia.

But don't be a eunuch.

Soon, the author finished reading the latest chapter and said, closed the web page, opened WORD, and prepared the code word.

Qi Pingchuan was secretly happy.

I didn't dare to move my eyes, staring at the computer, for fear of missing a little detail.

Because the author Jun opened the "Outline".

And then pull it all the way to the bottom.

He lit another cigarette, hesitated for a while, took a sharp puff, spat out the smoke ring, then placed the cigarette on the ashtray, put his hands on the keyboard, and began to crackle and type.

Fine-outline!

It is the outline of the next plot.

Qi Pingchuan's heart was ecstatic.

As long as you see this outline, you can predict everything that follows.

Even a villain can win.

What's more, it's still pig's feet.

THE AUTHOR TYPED QUICKLY, AND LINES OF WORDS APPEARED ON WORD: "QI PINGCHUAN AND PEI YU CAME TO KYOTO AND LIVED IN TANG TIESHUANG'S MANSION IN YANGUAN TOWN......"

Qi Pingchuan remained motionless.

Then his heart went cold......

The author Jun came to the end of an open-ended small plot, and in the last few paragraphs of the outline, there are obvious signs of a quick completion of the book.

This is the intention ......

Unfinished?

It's possible!

Qi Pingchuan felt cool in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis rose.

You can't sit still.

The next big plot is no longer how to save the young emperor, what really needs to be done is to find a way to successfully communicate with the author Jun and make him give up the idea of unfinished.

Even if you want to end up, you have to wait until you have the ability to return to the real world.

Otherwise......

Isn't Lao Tzu's life just a character?

Meaningless.

Now we have to start saving ourselves, and we must not let Lao Tzu's beautiful life be buried in the hands of the author.

Qi Pingchuan knew that he couldn't speak.

As soon as you speak, you will be shot down by a mysterious force to the dream.

However, it is possible to touch a computer or mobile phone.

The computer is now used by the author.,Can't touch it.,Otherwise, something will happen.,After the girl's heart jumped.,And then I have to go to all kinds of back-to-back grass to seek comfort for the soul.。

The phone is in lock screen mode, and it seems that the author has no intention of playing with the phone.

Qi Pingchuan couldn't afford to wait.

On the desk next to the computer, there is a notebook and a writing pen.

But he didn't dare to move.

Qi Pingchuan's heart moved, and he "floated" out of the study.

He felt like he really felt like a ghost.

There is no light in the living room, but fortunately, the floor of the author's house is not high, and the lights in the city are brilliant, but you can see it clearly, Qi Pingchuan tiptoed and searched carefully.

The eyes lit up.

On the TV cabinet, there is a leaflet on the policy of household registration of the government affairs center.

There's a pen on it!

It seems that the author used a signature pen to draw something on the promotional page.

Qi Pingchuan walked over and took a closer look.

Ecstasy.

There is a blank space on the leaflet,The author wrote down a telecom broadband maintenance phone number on it,It should be a problem with the TV network these days,The author consults the telecommunications side。

The author of this leaflet will definitely still be reading it.

And the side white is very wide!

Qi Pingchuan cautiously picked up the pen.

Didn't get shot down into the dream.

Qi Pingchuan carefully bent down, holding the signature pen, holding the leaflet with one hand, ready to write.

Didn't get shot down into the dream.

Worried that the line was too coquettish, the author would not be recognized, so Qi Pingchuan began to write block letters one by one.

Nor was it shot down into the dream.

This is actually expected, after all, the last time I touched the gold finger, I was already able to type with my mobile phone, but I was shot down in a dream when I saved it - in other words, it was not saved at the time, and the mobile phone memo should be in a draft state, and the author can also see it.

Why didn't it happen.

It is estimated that it was the mysterious force that made the draft disappear.

There is no time to think about it.

Qi Pingchuan thought for a while, and began to write seriously stroke by stroke.

Write it on paper, don't save it, there will be no mysterious events, as long as the author Jun sees what he wrote, he can understand.

The protagonist of his pen, Lao Tzu Qi Aotian, has come to find him!