Song Ren quickly wrote five chapters, if it weren't for the sore hands, he would have given up a long time ago, it was too difficult, he wrote tens of thousands of words with a brush, and he had to face the ugly expressions of disgust and disgust on the faces of the two people next to him.

As Song Ren wrote out a piece of paper, he looked at a piece of paper, and Nan Huangtong was extremely satisfied.

"Except for a few typos that need to be corrected, the rest is very good, little guy, or, change your career, I will teach you personally, and you will definitely make great achievements in the future," Nanhuang Channel.

What an honor it is for a saint and a writer to accept disciples.

Song Ren shook his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you seniors for your love, I like to make music, I don't like it, I burn brain cells." Song Ren pointed to his brain.

Nanhuangtong regretted for a while, what a good seedling, forget it, when this matter is over, let's talk about it later.

As Nan Huangtong left with the manuscript, Su Youwei handed over a cup of hot tea, opened his mouth several times, and stopped talking, knowing that it was useless to say anything now.

"Have a good rest," Su Youwei finished speaking, and then closed the door and went out.

Song Ren chuckled and drank it all.

Actually, it's nothing complicated, it's just that you think too much.

Half a month has passed, in addition to handing over the manuscript to Nanhuangtong regularly every day, Song Ren is still silently updating himself, after all, "Confucianism and Taoism" is now a hot mess, and all kinds of classic poems in it have made many literati praise.

And Nanhuangtong's "Breaking Through the Wilderness" has been updated again, and the daily amount is very sufficient, which has also made its fans leave messages of praise, except for a few typos, Nanhuangtong really hasn't changed a word.

And Su Youwei is getting older and older, there are even age spots on her face, her hair is all white, she doesn't like to go out anymore, and even Song Ren is gone.

Song Ren even accelerated the process.

"This is the content of the last eight chapters, if you think it's okay, upload it today, and you can apply for the book." Song Ren handed the written manuscript to Nanhuangtong, and Su Yangxuan was also on the side.

Once the application is completed, the next step is to look at the trial of the last half hour of the Tiandao Network.

Either advance, or drop a notch or stay still, as for the transfiguration gods, it really depends on luck and creation.

Su Yangxuan was also nervous, the last hope, it was incredible to think about it, from beginning to end, a newcomer was used to create, this bet is now witnessing the last moment.

Nanhuangtong glanced at Su Yangxuan, and then directly began to write in his mind.

Half an hour later, Nanhuangtong opened his eyes again and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I just finished applying for this book, everything, it depends on the will of God, boy, no matter what the situation is, I still appreciate your hard work these days, I have clear grievances and grievances in the Shenhai Sea, and I will not offend you," Nanhuang Channel.

Su Yangxuan also nodded: "If, if you fail, I hope that in the last days, you can not dislike the girl now, and spend more time with her, after all, you are her only friend." ”

After hearing this, Song Ren looked at the serious appearance of the two of them, and immediately smiled: "Don't worry, she will be fine, and we will definitely succeed." ”

The two also nodded: "Let's go, meet our final judgment, whether it is hope or disappointment, just watch the last one." ”

The three of them walked outside, facing the sea breeze, and waited quietly.

On this day, in fact, many people are paying attention to Nanhuangtong's books, especially half a month ago, Nanhuangtong began to update frantically, and they knew that a saint writer who had been immersed in it for so long had started the final sprint.

The last time I entered the boutique, I manifested a humanoid god, and if the book is successful, the Holy City of the Terran will add another god, and it will also hit the momentum of the demon clan hard.

So after Nanhuangtong wrote the last chapter, 'The End, but also the Beginning', they knew.

On the side of the Holy City, many people sent messages to Nanhuangtong for the first time, celebrating his completion of the book, and then praying for success.

Nanhuangtong stood on the shore and opened the panel and replied.

Fans who have been paying attention to this book at any time are also unusually satisfied with the ending of the book, and they know that they are still unfinished, but after seeing the words "finished" begin to be revealed, they are also congratulating and praying in the comment area.

There are still many people silently watching the progress of this book, after all, it is the second book in the past few years that can have the hope of transforming into a humanoid god other than the perverted author.

The entire Chaotic God Sea, no matter what they did, all walked out, looking at the three people at the peak of the highest island, looking at the sky that had not changed much, they all knelt down and folded their hands in prayer for blessings.

No one knows better than them what kind of hope this half hour holds.

Once the young lady dies, the sea lord will also collapse, and the entire chaotic god sea will also be greatly damaged.

Su Youwei drooped two bags under her eyes, stopping the maids' movements, and opened the window alone, looking at the three men in windward clothes fluttering in the distance.

Stand up to the sky, for her man.

Rumble!

After a short period of time passed, there was finally a loud noise in the sky, and Nan Huangtong and Su Yangxuan's hearts trembled at this moment, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Song Ren also sighed lightly.

It must be successful.

On the mainland, many people are also looking up at the sky.

"What's the matter, it's thundering on a sunny day?"

"You're stupid at work, this is the manifestation of heaven and earth, and there are books to be reported."

"I'll go, shouldn't it be the author again, I'm deeply fascinated by his "Confucianism and Taoism" now."

"It's possible, I'm already immune to him, this book has been written until now, and heaven and earth haven't reported yet, maybe it's him."

"Haha, you guessed wrong, didn't you read it on the Internet, the last time I entered the boutique, I almost walked out of the humanoid god's "Breaking Through the Wilderness" has just finished it."

"It's really fake, that's it, this time it must be successful, let the demon clan see, our human race is strong."

"Yes, yes, don't say it, hurry up and see, I'm so excited, I want to pray for that author."

………………

Many people watched, until, a black cloud began to gradually form on the horizon, like rich ink, constantly drifting, faintly, there seemed to be a star in it constantly twinkling.

Everyone was stunned, what was going on?

"No, I remember the last time "Breaking Through the Wilderness" entered the boutique, although the scene of the gods at the time of failure was cloudy and mist, it was a blood moon, and there was a yin crow on the blood moon, and there was a back that the protagonist woman Hong Luo looked up to."

"Yes, yes, why did the moon turn into stars, could it be that the humanoid gods were going to fail and transform into gods?"

"No, I think this book is quite strong in the later stage, and it is expected to come out of the gods."

"That's right, shouldn't you want to be demoted?"

"Shut your crow's mouth, look."

…………

Chaotic Shenhai, Nanhuangtong looked at the scene, staggered, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, Song Ren's eyes were quick to hold on.

"Senior, are you alright?"

Nan Huangtong's face turned pale, with a look of despair, he trembled and pointed to the sky, his eyes were gloomy: "It's not mine, it's not mine, it's failed, it's failed, that's it, Wenqu Xing." ”

Song Ren shuddered and hurriedly looked.

"No, it won't—"