"Are you really going to finish your old book?"

"Going to open a new book?"

"Fantasy?"

"Are you there?"

"Are you there?"

The number of words is getting smaller and smaller.

Questioning is getting simpler.

In the end, it becomes the word "in".

Chen Yang saw it and immediately recovered: "It's here." ”

As soon as the Thunderbolt King finished writing, he brewed a glass of wolfberry water to drink.

When you are old, you need to make up for your body.

With backache and bone pain, he lay down, took out his mobile phone, and saw Chen Yang's news.

"I thought you were gone."

"No, I've been busy lately and don't have time to look at my phone."

"Your book is so popular, how did you think that it was about to end? Don't write enough millions of words? ”

"It's a shame to finish so early."

Chen Yang also understands this truth, and many great gods are dragging it.

If you can make money, why should it end.

The next book doesn't have to go viral.

"If it's not over, you want water, and if you don't want water, you can't get water."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it depends on the person."

"When it's time to finish, it must be finished, lest a good book end up and become an incomplete."

"That's right."

The Raiden King felt the same way, and he had this idea in his previous book.

It's been watering, and book friends have a lot of opinions.

My state is getting worse and worse day by day, and I can't write anymore, so I have to write.

In the end, it was found that it collapsed.

So, he revised it and finished it quickly.

opened a new book, relied on this book, and sealed God one by one.

"Is the new book coming to fantasy? On Xianxia's side, there is too little competition, and moreover, making less money than Xuanxuan. ”

"Many immortal gods have come to Xuanfan, and here, they can go further."

Chen Yang replied: "I don't know, I may continue to write about Xianxia." ”

"The editor asked you to write Xianxia?"

"Yes."

"And what do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter."

Xianxia writes another book, Chen Yang has this plan.

It would be very reckless to go to the fantasy rashly.

Stable.

The Godhead has just been established, and it cannot be waved.

Slowly gather readers first, and with readers, you can go to fantasy.

"Got an idea for a new book?"

"Probably there is, but it's still fine."

"Amazing, I have to get an outline so quickly, I have to get a detailed outline."

As a great god, it is natural to do something perfect.

The outline, the outline, each chapter, how the story ends, how it continues.

Where is the cool point and how to highlight the contrast.

What to do to get the reader to read it.

This is a question to ponder.

Understood, understood.

If you don't understand, it's useless to say anything.

Having walked those paths, they know how to engage readers.

"Do you want me to help you with the details?"

"When the time comes, you'll know."

"Okay."

The Thunderbolt King is not in a hurry, according to Chen Yang's speed, he will write it quickly.

When the time comes, I have another book to chase.

"Buddha is the Way" gave him a lot of inspiration, it turned out that Xianxia could still write like this.

A genre pioneer, what a lofty title.

Genre gods, each of which is almost a top-notch god.

The great god is hierarchical.

For example, a certain great god is the lowest great god.

Talk to the Raiden King.

Chen Yang wants to conceive a new book, which one to write.

The Xianxia genre has been determined.

So.

I thought about this question for many days, but I didn't make up my mind.

Don't rush, think slowly.

Make a list and then cull it.

Chen Yang was in a mess.

Make a mess yourself.

I don't want to.

Lie down and sleep.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.

Go pick up your daughter.

From Monday to Friday, I picked up my daughter at a fixed time.

It can't be too late, and the daughter will be unhappy.

Picked up my daughter, bought groceries, and cooked.

Amumu is back.

hugged Xiao Anran, sat on the sofa, and watched the TV series they like to watch recently.

"Woo."

"It's so pitiful, she's so pitiful, why did those people do that to her."

"It's pathetic, woo-woo."

"Sister Mumu, she is so pitiful, do you think I will be bullied in the future?"

The story is about a stepmother, how to abuse her stepdaughter.

All sorts of bad things for stepdaughters.

Live, let her do it.

I can't eat, I can't sleep well, and I don't even have a quilt.

Sometimes, I have to beat her.

Dad is also useless and does not help.

Stand by and watch.

After giving birth to a younger brother, it was even more powerful.

The daughter has no place to stand.

Rice, halved.

Live, doubled.

Poor child, grown up, is leaving the family.

"No, it won't."

"Really? Sister Mumu, you have to promise that you won't do this to me in the future. ”

A serious daughter, scared Amumu.

Amumu swears: "I swear. ”

The daughter ran to the room, took out a small notebook, and wrote a paragraph slowly on it.

It probably means that in the future, when Sister Mumu becomes my mother, she can't abuse me or give me food.

Be good to me, you can't have a brother who doesn't like me.

In duplicate, give one to Dad.

Chen Yang couldn't help but look at the paper with a smile, daughter, your father and I are not that kind of person.

The daughter didn't believe it and stared at her father.

You sign or not.

He persuaded him with good words and said a lot of good things to his daughter.

She didn't listen to a word.

Signature.

If I don't sign, I won't go.

"Baby, Daddy will be good to you for the rest of your life."

"I know, but I'm scared."

"Little Anran, Sister Mumu won't make you uncomfortable, Sister Mumu swears."

The daughter retorted: "I also said it on TV, but it's ......." ”

In the end, it's not about watching my daughter suffer.

Can't believe it.

I can't be weak for the sake of my future.

Hang on.

It's victory.

Chen Yang and Amumu glanced at each other, what should I do?

"Do you really want to sign it? Little Enron. ”

"Yes."

"You all have to sign, and if you don't sign, I'll ...... I'll ....... ”

Threatening words, how precedent, unspeakable.

The daughter clasped her hands and said obligedly, "I won't eat." ”

Baby, can you stand it without a meal?

"Baby, I made braised pork today, you really don't eat it?"

The daughter hesitated: "Then I won't eat tomorrow." ”

"Dad will buy seafood tomorrow, it's a pity, it's a big shrimp."

"I ...... I don't eat the day after tomorrow. ”

The daughter changed her mind.

Braised pork, to eat.

Shrimp, too.

Don't treat yourself badly.

"Dad is going out for a big meal the day after tomorrow, since you don't eat, then you stay at home and watch the door."

"I ......."

Daddy, are you the devil?

I'm your own daughter, how can you do this to me.

Amumu snickered, covered his mouth, and swiped his autograph.

"Little Anran, look, Sister Mumu has signed, you have to keep it, don't lose it."

"I won't lose it, Sister Mumu don't worry." The daughter said vigilantly: "Sister Mumu, you won't steal it while I'm asleep, right?" ”

"How so? Is Sister Mumu that kind of person? ”

Xiao Anran looked at Amumu for a while.

Nod.

Nodding.

That's right, really nodding.

Chen Yang laughed out loud, lowered his head, and covered his mouth.

Can't be too presumptuous, hold back.

He could feel Amumu's murderous eyes, it was terrifying.

(End of chapter)