Facing Dad's words, why did Song Ren sound so uncomfortable, what kind of white-haired person sends black-haired person, I am also a cultivator, and my body is stronger than you I don't know how much.

Song Rentou here nagged again: "It's all because your father is not good, and he urged you tighter, after all, you entered the school halfway, and you are not as good as other classmates."

Maybe what Mr. Wen Yuan taught was a little more profound, so that you almost collapsed, and you didn't know when you fainted when you went home, thanks to my father, I found it early, and asked Lang Zhong to show it to you, and prescribed some medicine.

Well, I won't go to school these days, my body is the most important, I can go whenever you want in the future, I don't believe it, if you don't study, you can starve the two of us to death. ”

Song Ren was helped back to the edge of the bed in a daze, watching his father go to decoction after the fancy, and smiled warmly and bitterly.

It was getting early in the morning, and it looked like he should have been asleep for a day, which was a ......

I realized that my spiritual power was slowly recovering, so I felt comfortable, and then I opened the Lingshu network, wanting to see what kind of results would be achieved after yesterday's madness, and how many people would comment.

Then, he saw the message from the backstage, and his face turned white.

"Hundred, hundred, hundred? No, no, what are you doing, with my consent? ”

When Song Ren saw the congratulatory notice, he stood up violently, his eyes were full of disbelief, his eyes were even redder, and tears were rolling in the corners of his eyes.

Bullying, you are too bullying, I just want to finish it, if you don't drop it, forget it, why do you want to advance.

My manuscript fee, my money.

Song Ren wanted to cry without tears, Liufanglan couldn't open it with his cultivation and spiritual power, and he couldn't get in, let alone Baishi, how many people had to pay to watch it, and how much piracy was rampant.

Is there a disease in the brain of the book spirit of this Lingshu Network, should it be the same as the system, a virus, right?

Song Ren directly lay down on the bed weakly, feeling that his brain was dizzy, and the things in front of him became gray, looking like he had nothing to love.

I don't want to be in the world.

Song Ren scolded and scolded, kicking the quilt irritably, and no one else saw it, otherwise, he would definitely rise up and strangle him.

Are you cheap, are you cheap, how many people dream of getting the approval of Lingshu Network, but it backfires, and they can't get into the boutique, let alone any Liufang and Baishiwen.

Under the sage and the emperor is a hundred generations, you have almost reached the peak, you are not satisfied, you only have money in your head.

After a long sigh, Song Ren seemed to see the pirated merchants, thanking him for his generosity with a smile on his face, and then printing a large number of pirated jade plates, books, etc., throwing silver coins into the sky.

That's called a happy.

That's called a heart-wrenching.

There seemed to be other news, Song Ren let out a long sigh again, clicked on the backstage, and soon became stunned.

"A god who turns fiction into reality? Really? Song Ren was suddenly overjoyed, this was really an unexpected joy, he never thought that "Zhu Xian" could turn fiction into reality as a god.

You must know that the task given by the system this time is that "Tomb of the Gods" has reached the level of the novel, and turned the virtual into a god, is this considered to complete the task ahead of schedule?

After reading this news, suddenly, as if he had a soul in his heart, his whole person was stunned, his eyes began to become pitch black, and it seemed that the soul power of the whole person became extremely sensitive.

Then, a pitch-black passage condensed by soul power appeared strangely, and his spiritual power was directly sucked in.

The dark passage seemed to be extremely long, but his soul power flew through like lightning.

I don't know how long it lasted like this, but finally, at the end of the dark passage, a bright light appeared, and there was a strong sense of depression.

Cautiously flying out from the end of the passage, Song Ren's entire mental power was finally regained his freedom.

What appeared in front of him was a huge hall, in which countless white jade pillars stood like fairy palaces.

On the jade pillar, there are many strange runes painted with faint flashes.

And in front of him, there are many large and small black nameless stone tablets, which seem to worship him.

For some reason, Song Ren actually felt like he was in a mass grave.

Where is this? How did I get here?

As soon as he lowered his head, he realized that he had turned into a black stone tablet, and next to him, there were five stone tablets of the same size.

Then, a flash of information flooded into his mind.

Heavenly Emperor Pavilion, ghosts, humanoid gods.

He could even see that a miniature figure that had shrunk countless times was kneeling cross-legged in the center of the stone tablet, wearing a mask, as if he was sleeping, and he had a trace of connection with him in the dark.

With one order, he can go to the soup for himself and incarnate as Shura, although he has no regrets about dying.

"Could this be the god conjured up in "Zhu Xian"? The dick exploded! Song Ren couldn't help himself with excitement, and even he could feel the strength of the other party.

However, another voice seemed to tell him that because his cultivation was too weak, if he forcibly controlled and killed the enemy, he would even backfire on himself and die of serious injuries.

At present, with his cultivation, he can only have the most basic reactions, such as walking, standing up, or ...... Suicide.

But just when he wanted to give it a try, suddenly the whole person seemed to be stared at by a pair of eyes.

"Who broke into my Heavenly Emperor Pavilion?"

An old and indifferent voice suddenly resounded from the hall, followed by a vast coercion, which suddenly descended.

Song Ren only saw an old man dressed in purple, strangely suddenly emerging from the depths of the main hall, and then the entire soul power regressed abruptly, and the next moment his divine consciousness returned, still in the room, but he was sweating profusely.

"What a terrifying old man, is he a strong man who guards the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion?" Song Ren sensed it again, fortunately, there was still a trace of connection with the god Ghost Li, after all, it was a god he created.

And at this moment, as the soul consciousness on the stone tablet disappeared, the old man in purple frowned, who the hell is it, from yesterday to now, there have been several waves of soul consciousness to investigate, and there are even demon clans.

It's eventful.,You still need to hurry up to find the author of the gods.,If the demon clan catches it in advance and kills the author.,The gods will also collapse and dissipate.,Or become their power to attack the human race.。

For the gods to come out of the novel, it has become a trump card that can protect him, although this trump card so far, he can't fully control it, but he is also at ease.

There was also news, he hurriedly looked at it.

"Holy!" Song Ren exclaimed directly.

Rub your eyes to make sure you don't see dazzle.

[Lingshu Novel Network congratulates "Zhu Xian" for being included in the Baishi Novel column, and the writer is specially rewarded with 300,000 points. 】

300,000 writer points, he has been writing for so long, and he only has more than 20,000 points, once he enters a hundred novels, is the reward so big?

At this moment, there is a green rising arrow behind his writer's level LVI, Song Ren will not doubt that if he clicks now, he can at least rise to level five writers and become one of the few writers standing at the top.

Not only that, because the writer rank is linked to the good things obtained each time, and the higher the level, the better the rewarded things and the greater the success rate.

After Song Ren was excited, he gave up the promotion of the rank, and now he has 320,000 writer points, and he can go to the store of Tiandi.com to exchange good things, and even wait for the mimic card to be refreshed, and it can be exchanged with quality and quantity, God knows if the price will increase next time.

What can you do with a high-level title, it's better to get something in your hands, and it's good to be a first-class writer for a lifetime without attracting attention.

After making up his mind, he looked at the last message.

"Ah———h

"Scream, scream, what to call, give you a medicine outside, you will scream endlessly inside, don't be crooked when you drink the medicine, listen to the strength of your voice, I feel that you are pretending to be sick.

I miss your father, when I was forced to go to school by your grandfather, the main thing was a stomachache, but a few sticks went down and it was fine immediately, you are amazing, you don't move for a day and a night, pity me for spending so much money on medicine......"

Outside, Song Rentou muttered while decocting the medicine, muttering to himself.

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