"That's... Pls is yes... Ren River? ”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside Lorraine's cubicle, followed by a very polite voice, quite peaceful, and very magnetic, in short, it was very reassuring to listen to.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Ren He's in the compartment to my right."

He cleared his throat and said apologetically.

"Oh, thank you, that..."

"! There is a case!!"

The eight people were suddenly taken aback, split their sleeves and arms, trembled, and prepared to get up and copy each other.

"Poof!"

A coherent and pleasant sound of heavy objects entering the water suddenly sounded from under the chrysanthemum. Everyone only felt relaxed for a moment, and the whole person was refreshed.

I've been calling for to come out!!!!

"Poof... Hahahahaha, why do you guys hahahahaha!!"

Just when everyone was in a hard time and turned on the autistic mode to think about life, the people outside the door did reimburse, at first it was crisp, but then it couldn't be contained, and gradually let out a barbell-like rough laughter, causing everyone to be embarrassed.

Or rather, laughing out of the donkey???

"No, huh, huh, you don't have to panic, let's do the aftermath first... Whew... Hey, hahaha!!!!ha

In this way, everyone wiped their buttocks and lifted their pants in a burst of duck-like ghost laughter.

seems to be as stable as an old dog, but in fact it is a group of panicked.

Several people have already made up their minds silently, and the person outside the door will be killed in the moment they open the door, and if you want to blame this person, it is too cheap.

Cut it first and then hurry up!!!

"Crunch..."

With the groans of the wooden door panel and the metal shaft as they squeezed and twisted, the weapons in the hands of several people smashed to the ground with a "bang".

Yan Yuan's turquoise eyes trembled violently, and they rotated directionlessly in their sockets.

The pair of frightened and surprised eyes looked helplessly at the others, just uncomfortably throbbing in those eye sockets, all exuding a sense of suffocation and incomprehension.

"We just... I was just squatting in a public toilet... Right. ”

He struggled to squeeze out a smile that could no longer be counted as a smile, tilting his head to look at Lorraine to the side.

"Ahh It's in a public toilet. ”

So what is the situation of this Nima!!

It's true that there is still a small toilet cubicle with a strange smell behind him, but why is it a living room that appears in front of me when I push open the door???

Besides, I haven't washed my hands yet!!

In front of everyone is a simple living room, with several canvas sofas across the wall, a stainless steel skeleton coffee table with panels, a hanging LCD TV, and a chandelier with a dark yellow glow flowing overhead.

Go out and hang some paintings and ornaments, and the living room is probably like this.

Even more striking is a southeast-trending wall. It would be rude to simply call it a "wall".

To be precise, this "wall" should be a huge bookshelf.

It occupies a large part of the living room, and from a distance it looks like a colorful oil painting, and this high level of unity is naturally due to the number of books in the room owner's collection.

Books are all books, each layer is neatly arranged according to the size of the book, and each book is just the thickness of the combination to fill the shelves.

Most of the books are novels, what "Star Arc", "Funny", "Five Bodies"... There are all kinds of books that can be called classics and masterpieces.

It seems that the owner of the room should prefer reading to play.

But so what!! So why is the public toilet door open to be a living room!!

All eight of them felt like they were dreaming, so they lay down and began to rest.

......

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

"Little Beiye, you can take it easy, don't scare them."

When I opened my eyes at this voice, I saw two teenagers.

One wears a pair of white-rimmed glasses, black eyes, black hair, is not outstanding in appearance, but it is not ordinary, looking at everyone with a smile on his face, but it simply makes people feel clean and friendly.

On the other side, there is a white hair. It is not clear whether it is because of albinism or what.

The texture of the hair is very soft, and it does not feel obtrusive, but it matches the pair of red eyes surprisingly. It's just that his face is covered with some lines and wounds of unknown meaning, which makes people instinctively curious.

Having said that, in the current situation, it seems that a simple joke will not solve the problem.

Click!

said that it was fast, and at the moment of the knife, Ren He flashed behind the black-haired boy like a teleportation and held him.

The ancients said that persimmons should be pinched softly. Now that the other party has one person in his own hands, the other person should not act rashly.

Lorraine and the others also quickly entered the battle state with their weapons in hand, and got up and stared at the white-haired boy with their eyes, just in case.

"What are you doing, where is this, scrolling."

After all, I don't know the details of the other party, but I can't suddenly bring eight big living people to another place, and I guess it's not an ordinary person.

The ancients were cloudy, the thief first captured the king, and the scolding person first scolded the mother. Hearing Bai Mao call the other party "Little Beiye" just now, I'm afraid that in Ren He's hand is the head of the opposite side, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I think about it, and gently move the blade upward, slightly sinking into the other party's neck.

"Don't be rude... Let's not talk about anything else, it's there..."

The person in his arms was not in a hurry, he was still quite kind, pointed to the other side of the room, and said with a smile.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, there was indeed a large fluffy figure, I don't know what was gobbling it up, who else could it be if it wasn't a roll?

It seems that this person didn't do anything to the scroll, which made a big stone in Ren He's heart put down.

"And that's not all... Eh, what are you doing!"

He only felt that the person in his arms struggled to struggle, but instead hit the blade!

But the imaginary scene of blurred flesh and blood did not appear, but only a loosening of his hand.

"Alright, let's get down to business..."

The young man who should have been in a different place just now stood in front of him unharmed, strange, really a big plane!!

This is a sigh, and everyone can't help but worry, what is the identity of these two people in front of them?

"I, I am the South and Xiaobei, your Creator, and the South and the South!"

......

Lu Bai opened his eyes and looked around - the rest of the people were resting on the ground on the side with money, while Xiaobei and Ren Wu were sitting on the sofa watching TV helplessly.

If I remember correctly, I watched "The Temptation to Return to the Village"

"You, why are you wearing Pinru's clothes?" The hero on TV looked surprised.

"Don't you think it's more exciting?" A woman smiled.

"Hmph... You're so sassy—" he smiled wickedly.

That's probably the kind of plot that was played.

Behind him is still the public toilet with a strange smell.

Then Xiaobei frowned.

Ren Wu snapped his fingers with a "I understand, I understand" expression.

The public toilet door disappeared from the wall.

Oh, gone!

"Well, sure enough, I didn't wake up, rest... Ahh!!hh What's going on with this Nima, ahhh!!h

His eyes cracked, and he snarled and sat up from the ground, his mind still blank.

According to Xiaobei, the world in which the eight of them live is written by him - they are the protagonists of the novel.

And Ren Wu is the character he will write about in his next book, the character who appeared in advance, has the ability to "open any definition portal", so they can come to Xiaobei's world, and the purpose of all this is to...

Have a meal???

Feelings: They have endured so much suffering, is it because the novel has been serialized here for a year, and there are only so many chapters? Xiaobei turned out to be a pigeon spirit???

What kind of garbage does the writer write...

"I won't allow you to say that about yourself!!"

Xiaobei gulped melon seeds and quipped, there is nothing wrong with thinking about it.

The next to get up is Ren He, who was also a writer before the end of the day, so he should be relatively clear about this aspect.

But he didn't have such a strong receptivity as Lu Bai after all, but in this way. It's understandable that his knife can't hurt Xiaobei.

I am a character written by others, and it is not easy to accept it for anyone!

And according to Xiaobei's previous performance, he doesn't know what he thinks clearly.

"Damn, you know what we want?!"

The rest of the people also jumped up in unison, and when they thought about it, they were already in a cold sweat.

How many times have I *me**?

Everyone looked at Xiaobei with a serious face, and the atmosphere was very strange for a while, and everyone showed a bitter expression like constipation.

"Oh my God... How could I write such a few perverts..."

For a while, Xiaobei couldn't cry.

......

"Ah, it's almost time, let's eat quickly."

Looking at the large group of teenagers in their youth in front of him, Xiaobei smiled.

Maybe they are not as famous as those characters that everyone writes, and their stories are not exquisite, but they don't regret it, and they can't regret it.

On the contrary, he decided to dedicate his youth, his blood, and his unreserved dedication to these, people who had already taken shape in his mind, but were still sleeping silently in a corner.

You are all I have...

"This book belongs to you..."

He whispered.

"But the copyright belongs to me..."

He smiled wickedly.

......

"Good! To celebrate the first anniversary of "It's Definitely Not Doomsday"..."

"Cheers !!!"