After opening my eyes, I ignored my roommate standing next to my bed, picked up my phone, opened Grant Age and began to frantically revise the plot.

In the Chosen Land, Zhang Yangcheng and the Chosen Interceptors who pursued them finally escaped from this place after a battle. Then he returned to a deserted mountain range somewhere southwest of Grant. At the same time, Lin Ruoshui also woke up again and fully recovered. Here, in order to prevent Grant's pursuit, Zhang Yangcheng cast a powerful magic here, and all creatures who approached this place were seriously injured or unconscious by this magic. And Yang Cheng, who has fought several times, has also gained a more powerful power in this place than in the past, and even the holy stone of the Chosen Land cannot suppress the powerful power. ”

I sighed when I saw the revised paragraph. Sure enough, it is still very difficult to continue to wander in the world of Grant without modifying the storyline. If, as an author, the creator god of a novel world, I can't even protect the people I care about in the novel, then no matter how strong my identity is, what's the use?

Looking out the window of my dorm room, I began to recall what had just happened in the Chosen Land, and that there were so many doubts about this battle that I as an author could not have known.

For example, why the Holy Stone and the Chosen One called me an enemy of the other world, and why was my power suppressed by the Holy Stone. Secondly, even the Chosen One knew that my power did not belong to this world, but I was affected by the Holy Stone alive. And why did the power that was supposed to take me to the real world appear so late, until I burst out of this power.

What secrets are hidden in the world of my novels?

It seems that it is time to find the Realm Lord of Grant World in advance to discuss this issue.

Just as I was thinking about it, Mao Jintao, who hadn't spoken to me for a long time, suddenly appeared in front of me, and almost didn't startle me.

"What's wrong, Mao Jintao?" I looked at him and said blankly.

Mao Jintao looked at me carefully as if he were writing a test paper, and then said to me

"Temper Qiu, why did you suddenly become so strong during this time, you didn't exercise or train your martial arts at all, but you scared Wu Linqiao alive."

Looking at Mao Jintao's puzzled and strange eyes at this time, I didn't react, just shook my head and said, "I don't know, I was defeated like this." ”

It's not that I don't tell him, and I really don't know why my strength and speed have become so great during this time, so that Wu Linqiao is not my opponent at all now. You know, Wu Linqiao is a man with eight abdominal muscles alone!

Maybe it has something to do with my recent time travel into the world of my novels, but naturally I won't tell the news, and even if I do, no one will believe me, after all, time travel is just a virtual thing.

"I don't believe you, Temper Hill." Mao Jintao was still suspicious of my words, and at this moment he looked at me fiercely like a spy.

But at this moment, Wu Linqiao broke into my bedroom again.

As soon as Mao Jintao saw Wu Linqiao, his legs immediately began to tremble, and his body involuntarily retreated towards me.

Wu Linqiao still greeted me with a smile, and then turned his head to look at Mao Jintao.

"My favorite princess Taotao, will you come to my bed?" Wu Linqiao said with a smile.

Looking at Wu Linqiao's lewd smile, I knew that another friendship was going to happen in a while.

Mao Jintao didn't speak, shook his head desperately, and used all his strength to make an expression to refuse Wu Linqiao.

But Wu Linqiao didn't pay attention to Mao Jintao's meaning, but forced him step by step.

In the midst of the crisis, Mao Jintao once again set his eyes on me, but this time it was different from when I got up and he looked at me. This time, his gaze was clearly full of begging and longing.

Looking at Mao Jintao in front of me, who was about to be squeezed, I couldn't help but sigh again, and got out of bed, separating Wu Linqiao from Mao Jintao.

"Let him go today, Wu Linqiao, give me a face, okay?" I pleaded to Wu Linqiao.

Wu Linqiao looked at Mao Jintao reluctantly, and then looked at me in fear, and finally nodded, turned around and left my bedroom.

Just when I wanted to turn around and climb back into bed again, behind my back, Mao Jintao suddenly hugged me!

"Thank you, Temper Hill, thank you for saving me, love you." I heard the wheezing sound of Mao Jintao in my ears.

"Moon-down-steal-peach!"

In the face of, I will always only use this method.

Later, I didn't know what happened, only that when I returned to the dormitory after lunch, Mao Jintao was still lying on the bed crying, but he couldn't get up at all.

"It's better to have Wulinqiao, it's better to have Wulinqiao." Mao Jintao kept saying this sentence in his mouth, and I didn't know what he meant, and I ignored him, and continued to lie back in my bed, and began to think and conceive my novel.

Now the world of Grant has officially entered the main plot, but how to write it next? At present, the first knight's competition is going on in the novel, but the world I traveled through is still in the battle of Dies, and it is just that the time is ten years apart. What should I do for Grant in these ten years, both as an author and as a time-traveler?

One noon, I was thinking about it so much that I forgot to reply to my girlfriend's message.

It wasn't until the evening, when I saw the mysterious 99+ on my WeChat, that I realized I had made a big mistake.

But thankfully, my girlfriend and I are in a long-distance relationship, and I don't have to be beaten up like other couples, and I only need to accept half an hour of scolding.

And just like that, I put my phone aside and listened to my girlfriend's anger while reading my travel magazine.

At this time, my roommate Zhang Luobin came over, he looked at me and smiled helplessly

"You're miserable, hahaha." Then he took a pack of magicians and began to eat.

Seeing how he ate with relish, my irritable little temper burst out again, snatching his magician and stuffing it into my mouth.

"You don't want it!" Zhang Luobin looked at the magician who was eaten by me, and began to be aggrieved and cried bitterly.

"Don't finish eating! Leave me a little, brother, don't eat it, give it back to me! "Zhang Luobin began to break down and tried to jump on my bed to take back his magician.

But now even Wu Linqiao is no threat to me, let alone Zhang Luobin.

I directly tore a big mouth for the magician, and then tilted my head and ate all his magicians in front of Zhang Luobin.

"Don't!" Zhang Luobin looked at the magician who was eaten, and began to cry loudly, showing that a 20-year-old boy should not be, and then, Zhang Luobin immediately ran to the bed, covered his head with a quilt and continued to cry.

I looked at all this in front of me, and I couldn't help but lose a lot of the magician crispy noodles in my mouth.

I grew my mouth and looked at Zhang Luobin with a speechless expression.

Why is my college roommate different from my normal college roommate? How can one be more critical than the other?