Speaking of bad luck, Chen Xiao thinks that he is the second, and no one dares to admit the first.

Because in Chen Xiao's memory, there is not a day when he is not unlucky.

When he was three years old, he fell into a cesspool, and his parents sacrificed to save his life......

At the age of five, he entered an orphanage, which closed down......

When I was seventeen years old, I went to work in a tannery, and my boss and sister-in-law ran away......

When I was twenty years old, I found a girlfriend, and I was slept with by the old man next door......

But these are nothing to Chen Xiao at all!

What Chen Xiao can't tolerate is that since the launch of Honor of Kings, he has even knelt down to play games.

So much so that after more than a dozen seasons, he is still wandering around stubborn bronze.

Three hours ago, Chen Xiao, who was about to break the curse of even kneeling, fell into the sewer without a manhole cover without accident.

Falling down the drain is nothing.

But it had been more than three hours, and Chen Xiao found that he hadn't reached the end yet.

That's a bit of a stretch!

"Grandma's big winter melon, if I let me know who stole the manhole cover, I have to go to his house to stay overnight, and his family will be ruined and his wife will be separated!"

Looking at the proud zero bar five on the mobile phone screen, Chen Xiao angrily took out a cigarette and smoked it calmly.

After smoking, Chen Xiao found herself a little sleepy.

Realizing that he would not fall to his death so soon, Chen Xiao adjusted a more comfortable position and prepared to take a nap.

Just when Chen Xiao just closed his eyes, a man's smirk suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The cold smirk made Chen Xiao sleepy, and he looked around vigilantly, and the hairs on his back stood up.

But he saw nothing but darkness.

"Who?"

"Me!"

"Who are you?" asked Chen Xiao without thinking.

"How do you say that? If you were to rank by generation, you should call me grandpa?"

"I'll go to your uncle's, I don't even have a father, where is the grandfather?"

Hearing the man's words, the fear on Chen Xiao's face gradually disappeared, replaced by endless anger.

"I don't know how to explain it to you? Let's put it this way, your parents were made by me, and who are you not my grandson?"

After the man had explained this, it sounded quite reasonable.

But no matter how Chen Xiao pondered, he felt that the man was taking advantage of himself.

"If you have the ability, you can say it again, believe it or not, you are looking for teeth all over the ground when I beat you!"

"If you have the ability, you can fight, as long as you can get out......" The man replied fearlessly, as if Chen Xiao was a plaything in his eyes.

After Chen Xiao heard this, let alone be annoyed.

Even if you do everything you can, what breaststroke, butterfly, freestyle, and even dog planing are used, you don't climb up and throw it away, but fall faster and faster......

At that time, the man's faint voice came again: "Do you want to come out? Tell grandpa to let you come out!"

"Call your sister, you little bastard who steals manhole covers......"

"Yes, yes, it's quite backbone, it seems that this setting should be likable!"

"Setting?

Suddenly, Chen Xiao grasped the point that the man had just said.

As a new human in the 21st century, Chen Xiao can be regarded as a three-good young man who has read poetry and books.

Especially online novels, Chen Xiao has read at least a few hundred.

What is the fantasy fairytale, urban rebirth, female frequency president, realistic marriage and love, power plotting farming, suspense science fiction, zombie apocalypse, and the urban son-in-law who has just become popular recently......

Chen Xiao can name dozens of types alone, and there are no duplicate ones.

However, among these genres, Chen Xiao's favorite is still the brain hole, a light-hearted novel.

Chen Xiao's most impressive book is that the male protagonist enters the world of his own book and is played with by others.

So when the man said the setting, Chen Xiao, whose brain was flying, immediately realized something.

Could it be that he is also a character in the book?

Everything was as Chen Xiao expected, and the man's next words confirmed his conjecture.

"About your personality!" the man smiled.

"Then you're going to set your male protagonist as an unlucky guy? I'm telling you, no one will read this kind of writing. ”

After knowing that he was a character in the book, Chen Xiao became interested, crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and talked to the so-called author.

"Why doesn't anyone watch it, don't you think it's funny. The author asked suspiciously.

"What does your sister mean, you look at the protagonists of other people's pens, which one is not a bull fork that soars up to 90,000 miles, but I fly straight down 3,000 feet, and there is no paper in my trouser pocket, the most important thing is that I don't even have a gold finger, how can I mix in the world of novels!" In the dark, Chen Xiao's eyes almost rolled out of the sky.

At this moment, Chen Xiao's meaning is already obvious, as the protagonist, he doesn't want to be an unlucky guy, he also wants to be like other protagonists, soaring to the top of his life.

How to go to the pinnacle of life depends on the golden finger!

He hopes that the author will be able to give himself a golden finger that is often broken.

After about half a day, Chen Xiao did not receive any response about the author.

For a while, Chen Xiao felt that what he had just said might be a little heavier, you know, the current authors are very glassy.

He also bluntly told people that if they write like this, no one will read it.

If the author has a glass heart and doesn't write, won't he have to keep falling?

That's a lot worse than dying!

"The author greatly ...... The author greatly ...... Is it still there?"

Chen Xiao screamed softly, trying to reconnect with his author.

"Why don't we discuss?"

"Ahem...... I'm sorry, I just went to the toilet to find inspiration!" the author said with a smile.

What the hell is going to the toilet to find inspiration?

Chen Xiao can't understand the author's big brain circuit.

"Uh...... I really appreciate the advice you just made, and I hope you can understand that I am a newcomer. ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay, so did the author figure it out?"

"Well, figured it out!"

"It's good to figure it out, it's good to figure it out, I don't care what gold finger I give me,"

Although it doesn't matter on the surface, Chen Xiao's heart has already been flooded, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth are full of longing and expectations for her future.

"Don't worry, this golden finger won't let you down. The author smiled again.

Chen Xiao only felt goosebumps all over his body.

From the author's loud laughter, he seemed to smell the existence of a conspiracy......