"Hello to this son, let me tell you a secret, in fact, I am the author of "Zhu Xian", and when I saw everyone holding a debate, I also came.

You see, this is my autograph, a copy only costs a hundred taels of silver, cheap, don't look at me with such eyes, scarce is expensive, I only signed a hundred pen names, even if I have money in the future, I can't buy it. Song Ren took out a booklet of "Zhu Xian" very seriously and said.

Mo Cheng, who had already dressed up, looked at the person who was selling to him curiously, and his face was speechless, this is a fan debate, not a shopping mall.

Are you the author of "Zhu Xian"?

Even if we don't have imagination, we can roughly mythologize what kind of person the author is, do you think you can pretend to be an author if you wear a mask and don't dare to see people with your true face?

If the author in my mind grows like you, I will jump directly from the wall of Tianlan City, don't ruin the image of the author in my heart.

Seeing this man who seemed to be bookish, and even contained a noble aura in his body, how could Song Ren give up so easily, no matter how he said it, he had to get off to a good start first.

You can see from your temperament that you must be rich.

Mo Cheng ignored Song Ren and continued to listen to the arguments that were in full swing above, in case the red side was asked, he had to find a way to break the siege.

"No, Childe, look at it, this chic signature like a dragon and snake, dare to ask who else in this world can sign it, okay, one hundred is indeed a bit expensive, thirty taels, thirty taels is always good, Tong Suo's price is not bullied, this is still an exclusive price for the sake of you being one of my guests, and if you miss this village, there will be no such shop." Song Ren said again.

The above side was a little stuttered by the debate, Mo Cheng was irritable, and was about to help, but the person below raised his hand to signal, and then came on the court to refute, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the masked man who was chattering endlessly and selling him again, he frowned: "Okay, just when you are the author, then you tell me, did Baguio save him in the end?" ”

As soon as Song Ren heard that there was a drama in this business, he pointed around: "I'm in this camp, isn't it obvious enough?" ”

When Mo Cheng heard this, he immediately smiled, even if he knew that it was fake, but at this moment, he was very comfortable in his heart.

"Okay, I'll just say this to you, I bought this one!" Mo Cheng domineeringly took out a hundred taels of silver and gave it to Song Ren: "No need to look for it!" ”

Song Ren was full of smiles, but it was a pity that he couldn't see his smile clearly under the mask at this moment, and he made a fortune, a hundred taels, wouldn't a hundred copies be ten thousand taels?

I only spent ten taels of silver to buy these 100 books from the study, and these two dealers deserve it, and they are delicious.

At this price, I won't change it.

"Thank you, thank you!" Song Ren immediately handed over the booklet, took the silver, and if it wasn't for the mask, he almost subconsciously bit it with his mouth.

"Your word is very good, what kind of font is it, how have I never seen it, it seems to be messy, but there is a feeling of smoothness." Turning to the first page, he saw a personalized signature written with a pen, and Mo Cheng asked curiously.

Song Ren took the money and picked up the package again: "It must be good-looking, this author is original, it's worth the money, you are busy first, I have to hurry up." ”

After transferring the money, Song Ren hurriedly sold it to other people, and the two sides on the above stage were even more lively, spitting out saliva, almost fighting, and the people in both camps were anxiously replaced, you go up and I will come down.

Song Rencai didn't care about this, he was depressed, he walked around, and no one bought his autographed books anymore, how can I say that I am also a celebrity, Mo Cheng didn't sweep it, and saw Song Ren running to the opposite camp to sell books, and he hated it so much that he felt that his money was spent in vain.

"Your uncle-" An hour later, Song Ren was so busy sweating profusely that no one would buy it even if the price dropped to five taels of silver.

Okay, if I don't give you some fierce material, I won't be able to earn this ten thousand taels of silver.

Song Ren carried a large bag of books in a vigorous manner, and went directly to the middle of the same station as before, carrying enough cultivation to build the foundation of the five heavens, and yelled: "You all shut up for me!" ”

Originally, the fierce discussion between the two sides was startled by Song Ren's snort, and he looked at this person silently.

Why, he has an original opinion?

Which side do you support in this position?

Song Ren saw that there was an effect, so he directly picked up the package and went to the stage, Mo Cheng, who had just wanted to go on stage, stopped and looked at this 'traitor'.

What are you doing here, don't you lie to yourself, right? You're very skilled at getting into character.

Song Ren climbed onto the stage, put the package on the ground with a snap, and said angrily under the urn under the mask: "Everyone is quiet, first of all, thank you very much for your love of "Zhu Xian", I am very pleased, but I am in a hurry, and I am very irritable after working for a long time without any results."

I was going to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got was suspicion and no money, don't pretend, I'm the author of "Zhu Xian", and I have a showdown.

A thousand readers, there are a thousand thoughts, there is no need to care about other people's words and eyes, you just feel in your heart, which ending is good, which is suitable for which is good, why bother to fight in this with a white face.

Okay, I'm done talking, here are a hundred printed novels of "Zhu Xian", with my autograph on them, one is only one hundred taels, don't miss it when you pass by, it's too late, there will be no chance, I may not sign it again in the future, it's an out-of-print book, who wants it? ”

Song Ren crackled like a bean and finished his words, and began to sell his book.

But the whole venue was silently watching the masked man.

Not, what about playing? Doing business here? To play home and play.

You said that you are the author, we are a group of true love fans who dare not pretend to be like this, how many messages the author does not reply, can he come to participate in such a debate?

"Oh, it turns out that the so-called author of "Zhu Xian" is such a person who loves money, this is really a little disappointing to this king!" In this quiet moment, when many people were about to scold the troublemaker, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, a beam of black flames suddenly appeared out of thin air, shooting quickly towards the package under Song Ren's feet, and with a bang, it burned into a pile of ashes, without even a burning process.

Song Ren was stunned for a moment, his hands trembled, and he stared at the pile of ash under his feet full of incredulity.

"No, my 10,000 taels of silver, who is it, I want to die!" Song Ren was furious, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw an old figure slowly emerging in the sky, dressed in a gray robe, with a cold and old-fashioned face, standing with his hands in his hands.

In front of his forehead, a strand of black and white hair fluttered gently, and under the hair, a pair of eyes as cold as Shura were revealed, and the corners of his mouth were even more sneering.

And behind him, there was a pair of bat-like wings that swung slowly.

"Damn, what's the matter?" Song Ren immediately shut his mouth, and when he saw the hooked nose of this old man, he was not easy to mess with, this is a ruthless character.

The Bat King Blood Demon watched so many people gather together, and directly ignored Song Ren, an outrageous beam-jumping clown with weak cultivation, who originally wanted to watch them perform, fighting for a broken plot, and what kind of debate did they gather together, are the human races so idle now?