The snow is still talking.

Chu Mu sat upright, trying to discern what he was saying.

But it's difficult.

The mouth of the person on the other side opens and closes, but those words fall into the ears, and it is difficult for the chaotic thinking to fully accept and transform into meaning that they can understand.

Xue Hai Wuya said a lot to himself, but he never heard Chu Mu's response.

He looked up strangely: "Spring and autumn? ”

Opposite him, Chu Mu sat up straight with a serious face, and when he heard someone shouting to him, he nodded with a serious face.

It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.

The snow sea is boundless, and he didn't notice anything wrong at first.

It wasn't until he pulled Chu Mu to speak again that Chu Mu always thought about it for a long time before he answered slowly, and occasionally didn't match the preamble.

He asked tentatively, "Chunqiu, are you drunk?" ”

Chu Mu was indeed drunk.

He thought seriously for a few seconds before nodding solemnly.

Endless Snow Sea: "......"

I've never seen anyone who confesses that he's drunk like this.

Xue Hai Wuya felt funny in his heart.

When I saw Chu Mu today, the other party was calm and square, and at a glance, I knew that he had a good background and a good personality, although he was not very old, he was inexplicably exemplary.

In short, it is to sit there, inexplicably making people feel restrained, and they can't get up to that.

It's rare to see him like this now, and it's hard not to tease.

He didn't think much about it at first, and casually asked, "What kind of story do you want to write in your new book?" ”

Chu Mu was stunned for a moment and paused for several minutes.

It's been so long that the snow is endless, and I don't expect him to say anything.

Who knows, Chu Mu followed his train of thought and actually said it.

Xue Hai Wuya drank slowly by himself at first, and listened to Chu Mu casually while drinking.

Slowly, slowly, he sat up straight with his body leaning on the seat casually, and the wine glass in his hand was no longer refilled.

Chu Mu's logic is clear, although he is drunk, but the overall idea of the new book is that he has been thinking about it for a long time, and he is speaking slowly, but it is very complete.

The more Xue Hai Wuya listened, the more shocked he became, and he was shocked but had to praise it was really exquisite.

He can be sure that such a novel setting coupled with the appeal of the pen name Chu's Chunqiu, coupled with Chu's Chunqiu's spicy writing and control.

It's definitely another hit.

After the admiration, a strong sense of loss suddenly surged in his heart.

He and Chu have known each other for seven years.

When they first met, Chu's Spring and Autumn was just a newcomer, and he, the boundless sea of snow, was already one of the several great gods of the weather literature network.

He admires this gifted junior very much, and believes in his own vision, this person will definitely be on fire.

It's also a good thing to make friends with a future god in advance.

He has hung a chapter for the Chu family in the Spring and Autumn Period, and has promoted his book in the readership, and many readers of the Apocalypse also know that in the great gods, the snow sea is boundless and the Chu family has a good relationship.

Over the years, seeing that the Chu family's Spring and Autumn Festival is getting better than the other, and the limelight is getting more and more popular, the snow sea has never been jealous.

But tonight is a little different.

He was at a low point, looking around blankly and not knowing where the road ahead was.

The other party is at the peak, and the new book conceived is another sign of great popularity.

Plus drank some wine.

Listening and listening, I don't know why, a crazy idea appeared in the mind of Xue Hai Wuya.

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3 more.

See you in the afternoon~