People who like to base their happiness on the pain of others tend to be...

Bai Ye shook his head, he felt that he was hopeless and had entered a cycle of death.

I don't even have love for beautiful women.

Such a person, is it meaningful to live?

After receiving the Transcendent Alliance prompt, Bai Ye left the garden space.

He was greeted by curious, hateful, jealous, fearful, and disgusted eyes from a group of people.

After seeing the white leaves, it was like seeing a broom star, hiding far away, for fear of getting into bad luck.

Bai Ye didn't care, just glanced at it a few times, and basically no one dared to look at him, and they dodged one after another.

This makes me very proud.

He had seen the power of this group of people,

Those who have survived until now are the elites of the elite of the supernatural, and many of them have left an extremely profound impact on Bai Ye.

Not only their means, abilities, and minds, but there is nothing to say.

Such a powerful person is afraid of him.

If you can't be complacent, you can't do it.

Of course..

After a brutal life-and-death struggle again and again, many people have established relationships, and there will be several life-and-death friends to a greater or lesser extent.

Looking at the small teams that were talking and laughing, Bai Ye was faintly envious in his heart.

They already had a companion who was comfortable handing over their backs, and they had a good start, but he was still alone.

This is very detrimental to the rest of the transcendent journey.

A person, no matter how powerful he is, he can't go far.

Time passed minute by minute, everyone waited with anticipation, but the people of the Transcendent Alliance still did not appear.

Everyone started talking.

Bai Ye's heart also began to become impatient, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart, always feeling that something terrible would happen.

"Could it be just a hoax?"

Just when Bai Ye was about to enter the garden space and avoid the limelight, he suddenly had an extra mobile phone in his hand, and when he looked around, he found that other people also had an extra mobile phone in their hands out of thin air.

Bai Ye didn't rush to open the phone, but observed the expressions of other people, he was not in a hurry, because he had already come into contact with the transcendent mobile phone, and no one in the audience knew better than him.

There were many surprises, and some people even shed tears of joy with excitement.

For this moment, they did pay too much, too much, nine deaths.

When everyone is in a hurry to bind the transcendent phone.

Bai Ye didn't open it for a long time, but looked at the phone in a daze.

For some reason, he always felt that this one was very different from another of his extraordinary mobile phones.

Could it be the reason for a different world?

The mobile phone has become the communicator of this world.

Bai Ye was in an irritable mood, and after receiving the transcendent mobile phone, he walked towards the portal.

The closed portal had been opened, and while the people inside were still busy familiarizing themselves with the exploration and communication of the transcendent mobile phone, Bai Ye was already ready to leave.

Before leaving, Bai Ye glanced back.

If it weren't for his appearance, this place would have been full of corpses long ago.

But no matter how clean he cleaned up the corpse, there were traces of blood on the ground, which still stained the ground red.

The ground was still blood-red.

Bai Ye walked into the portal without hesitation.

The teleportation process was very long, and it took four or five minutes before returning to Murong Feihong's home.

......

After returning home, Bai Ye originally wanted to forget about the extraordinary mobile phone, as if nothing had happened.

The first day was fine, but by the second night, he couldn't sleep, and there was only one thought in his head.

That's the Extraordinary Phone.

Intense uneasiness.

Bai Ye always felt that something terrible was going to happen.

That night, Shiraba threw his phone into the sea.

After the phone disappeared, Bai Ye finally slept easily, but when he woke up, after seeing the intact extraordinary mobile phone at the head of the bed, he was a little blindsided.

"It's just a mobile phone, what's there to be afraid of."

Although he thought so, Bai Ye still struggled for a day to overcome the fear of the unknown and open this extraordinary mobile phone that felt a little different from others.

The moment the phone screen lights up.

Bai Ye knew that it was bad, and terrible things still happened.

It was terrifyingly quiet, and he couldn't hear his own heartbeat.

Touching his chest, Bai Ye's face turned pale.

The heart stopped beating.

But he didn't die.

Hakuba stopped breathing.

Rather, he doesn't have to breathe anymore.

After a round around the house.

Bai Ye lay on the ground weakly, closed his eyes, and accepted the information that made him unacceptable.

"I turned out to be just a fictional character." Bai Ye looked around with a wry smile, and said, "Is that so?" ”

"It's really a strange thing to be sad and crazy!"

"I can't write a novel!"

"Is it interesting to go underwater like this?"

"I got TJ directly, and not many people watched it anyway."

"Say something!"

"Isn't it okay to scold?"

"No matter how weird it is, no one will scold themselves."

"Let's get back to normal!"

"I promise, I'll be able to supply the water to the end!"

"Not yet."

"When you see a beautiful woman, you just. . . Forget it, I guess you're also afraid of harmony. ”

"Do you really want me to finish the book in millions of words?"

Bai Ye talked endlessly for a few days and nights, and finally counted the numbers directly.

I counted until I was eight figures, and then I stopped.

"I'm still naïve."

At the beginning, Bai Ye was still a little sympathetic to the strange person who wrote him, but now he sympathizes with himself again.

What a worrisome fate!

For the readers, he is just a piece of text, and for that strange man, he is just a product of a few strokes on the keyboard to entertain himself.

But for him, it is extremely real, flesh and blood.

He couldn't accept such a reality, let alone such a wonderful author.

Novels, especially online novels, can be as long as one is cool, so that the readers' grandfathers are happy, and that wonderful person can earn a few packs of cigarette money.

Of course, it's not so simple to write a cool article, otherwise everyone would be a god.

The novel also needs to have a sense of substitution.

Use words to make the reader's inner desire come true.

It's really not good, but also to write a story simply, look at the story meeting, and pass the time.

But he was good and wrote a novel that only he could understand.

It's not a big god, digging so many pits, there's a fart.

A book, with three protagonists, and after a long time, it's that weird thing that can't be written, and I don't want TJ, I'm not the white leaf I thought I was, we just used the same person's name.

Follow that weird train of thought.

The first pig's foot has the golden finger plug-in of Little Lori Conan, and becoming a god is just around the corner, 100% plug-in, and then an orthopedic department, which is basically in place.

And that strange thing is good, I feel that there is no challenge in this way, and the writing is boring, in fact, his absolute ability is limited, and it is somewhat impossible to stand out from the vast sea of books.

changed his thinking, and had new inspiration, drawing on the creativity of the Korean drama "W, Two Worlds", and had a second pig's foot.

Out of control, feeling good about myself, full of motivation, easy, you can code two or three chapters a day.

But the cruel reality poured cold water on that strange thing.

Two months later, the books with similar results in the same period were either TJ or put on the shelves.

Properly hit the streets.

Fortunately, that strange thing, with the test of the previous book, I have already prepared in my heart, and I have nothing to say about my ability to bear, and I don't want to think about it, so it's a big deal to write another one.

The name of the new book, which has already been thought of, is called Dark Cleaner, borrowing the creativity of a certain god, and decided to follow the dark stream.

Maybe you can make a few packs of cigarettes.

It's a pity that there are too many villains in this world, and the book of the great god was reported, and the new book was harmonized after only a few days on the shelves.

A sharp warning.

The books of the great gods are all in harmony.

In fact, it didn't have much impact on that strange kind of street goods.

But I'm afraid that someone thinks too much.

Thus he is what he is now.

With the previous two experiences, he wouldn't be so bad.

But the problem is that there are too many pits dug in front, and thousands of high-rise buildings cannot be built without a good base.

That strange guy had the idea of TJ again.

The question is that he is unwilling to end like this, no matter how he says it, he will finish a novel, mix up capital, and lay a foundation for the next novel, so that readers and grandfathers have a little confidence in him.

There is the current scene.

Bai Ye looked at the transparent ceiling, looked at the frozen blue sky and white clouds, and said to himself: "Death, it's not terrible, this is the most terrible!" ”

"Alright, you've succeeded in another chapter of the mad water, so be it! I'm going to sleep. ”

"Also, don't keep writing about me alone, write about Xiao Nan, write about Murong Feihong, write about other beautiful women and handsome guys, and write about some villains who are purple and brainless! Don't keep using me to irrigate water, even if you hit the street, you have to show the attitude of hitting the street. ”

"Or you'll have to *****"

"Shameless."

Shiraba's eyes darkened, and he fell into endless darkness.