Wang Ling felt that he must have not slept for too long, so he had nightmares.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, and even checked his soul inside and out, but he didn't find the soul contract that the old coconut man said in the dream.

So...... I guess I'm thinking too much, right?

Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if it was really like what the old coconut man said in the dream, as soon as he entered the space, the soul would automatically be formed, Wang Ling felt that he should be able to feel it completely.

Although the current life is a little turbulent from time to time, it is generally within the acceptable range of the royal order. People in the state of Immortal Venerable, at this stage, it is still a bit too early for Wang Ling to come into contact, Wang Ling doesn't want to be entangled by an inexplicable person, and he doesn't want to be associated with some so-called old-timers in the cultivation circle for no reason. That will only cause more trouble for yourself......

Frowning, Wang Ling raised his hand and opened all the windows in the room.

It was originally a good weekend, but it was all disturbed by the old coconut man, which made Wang Ling feel a little upset inexplicably.

The cool breeze blew through the window on Wang Ling's cheeks, calming his restless heart a little.

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After reviewing his homework upstairs for a while, Wang Ling closed his book and saw through the window that the old man and Wang Ma were riding sheep out of the house. Wang's mother sat behind the tricycle with the second clam, and the old man pedaled the tricycle to ride, this posture should be to go grocery shopping, and by the way, take the second clam out for a walk.

Wang Ling sat at the desk with his chin in his hand, staring at the old man stepping on the tricycle along the Donghuang Road, and when he was only a dozen meters away from the Wang family's small villa, Wang Ling saw that the second clam actually stretched out the dog melon seed and pulled the corner of his eye to make a grimace for him, this scene immediately made Wang Ling's face twitch...... He really felt that the life of the second clam was much more comfortable than his own!

A rare weekend was boring, Wang Ling opened Wang's father with his watch and looked at it, and was surprised to find that Wang's father hadn't updated the chapter today.

He flipped through the webpage, and sure enough, he saw that the comment area of "The Live Life of the Fairy King" was full of complaints.

Book friend "Xiaobai is very excessive": Wang Situ Dada is not updated today? Don't update it.,It's the most painful thing to wait for an update!

Book friend "Stop the War丨 Dream": Shocked! A certain web author has not updated it until now, is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?

Book friend "July Flowing Gold": I chased a book called the author of Three Days and Two Sleeps before, and I found that this author was established in three days and two changes...... Wang Situ Dada, you have to hold on!

Book friends "want to close the author's small black house code words": everyone pay attention to the quality! Swearing is not the right behavior! If you want me to see, why don't we find two people to guard the door of the author's house, and then when the author comes out, we will put the author on the sack and hold it out for "soup"!

Book friend "GGsbada": Isn't it the rhythm of one change a day in the future...... OH！ No!

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Wang Ling: "......"

In Wang Ling's impression, the phenomenon of Wang Dad's procrastination is actually not nothing, and after Wang Ling's summary of Wang Dad's update law over the years, under normal circumstances, if Wang Dad's update is carried out according to the normal rhythm, there will generally be no delay or interruption.

But if Dad Wang's inspiration explodes one day and he finishes a week's manuscript in one day, then what awaits Dad Wang may be the subsequent exhaustion of inspiration...... In the final analysis, Dad Wang is just an ordinary person, and inspiration is not something that comes out of nowhere. When the one-time explosion of inspiration is over, Dad Wang will inevitably fall into a situation where he feels that his brain hole has been hollowed out.

Writing this kind of thing, sometimes it's really in a hurry.

Sometimes, the more you want to write something, the more you really want to put pen to paper, you may find that your mind is blank.

For veteran writers on websites at the level of Wang's father, sometimes the reason for delaying or breaking the update is usually due to time, such as cooperating with the website to do some offline promotion. Of course, there are also plot reasons, Wang's father has been writing for many years, and Wang Ling doesn't believe that his father really can't write a word. But in this state of mind, if you have to force yourself to write something, the quality of the chapter cannot be explained to the readers.

To update or to quality, this is a question that many authors face.

After all, you can't have it both ways.

So when Wang Ling went downstairs, he saw Wang's father sitting on the sofa with a helpless face, his head pillowed with his hands on his head, and a cigarette in his mouth. Dad Wang's usual way to find inspiration is to watch the live broadcast of the female anchor, but at this point in time, his favorite female anchor Xiao Xuan was not online, which made Dad Wang feel a little irritable......

Seeing Wang Ling coming down from upstairs, Dad Wang turned his head slightly, glanced at Wang Ling, and then patted the sofa: "Ling Ling, come and sit!" ”

Wang Ling knew that this was the second biggest way for Wang Dad to find inspiration, that is, to find someone crazy to chatter.

Under normal circumstances, it is usually Wang Ma who plays the role of this escort, but now that Wang Ma went out to buy vegetables with the old man, Wang Ling was surprised to find that he had become a "spare tire"!

"Xiao Ming will come over in the evening, your mother and your grandfather have gone out to buy vegetables." Dad Wang shook the ashes of his cigarette and said to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling let out a rather cooperative "um".

Wang's father, who has lost inspiration intermittently, even has a different look in his eyes, full of gloom, and this look makes Wang Ling a little embarrassed.

Dad Wang squinted, glanced at Wang Ling, and found that Wang Ling was actually two positions away from him, and suddenly couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "You kid, why are you so far away from me?" ”

Wang Ling: "......"

Then, he directly stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Ling over and leaned against him: "Why did you stick to me when you were a child, forgot?" ”

Wang Ling took a deep breath and chose not to care: "......" When he was a child, the thing that impressed him the most should be Wang's father's scum, this thing was really panicked......

Suddenly mentioning the events when he was a child, Dad Wang seemed to remember a lot of stories, and couldn't help laughing: "Do you know? Actually, your mom has written about it before. ”

Wang Lingtou looked curious: "Clams? ”

Wang's father: "Your mother and I have been childhood sweethearts since I was a child, and I feel like a mirror child in her heart about what hobbies she has." And your mother also published a book when she was young, and she wrote very well! At that time, many publishing houses contacted her to write a sequel, and your mother even prepared an outline, planning to change her pen name to make her debut...... It turned out that I was pregnant with you. ”

Wang Ling: "......"