When he first saw the end of the search, Yan Zhen didn't realize anything, when he lay on the bed and was about to make up for sleep, as soon as his eyes closed, the word 'replacement' flashed through his mind for the second time, and a flash of spiritual light flew through like a meteor, making him sit up from the bed suddenly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Are you cheating?" Little 7 patted his chest and made a frightened movement.

"I thought that the man in the trench coat is not a bear child, but the branch man is!" Yan Zhen's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the bed excitedly, pacing back and forth in the middle of the ground.

"You said that if the potato chips took the man's mobile phone from the branch, then he would take the man's life." Yan Zhen was silent and said, "And I took Bao Bo's life, and when I searched just now, the results showed that it was a replacement." ”

Xiao 7 got through at one o'clock, and hurriedly said: "The man's mobile phone in the trench coat has always been on him, and then he was digested by the troll, and he can't be killed!" ”

"yes, that's it."

"Since the man who planted the branch is a bear child, why didn't he do it to you? also deliberately gave the man in the trench coat information, but he was killed instead. ”

I guess only they can answer this question...... Wait......" Yan Zhen picked up the mobile phone on the bed and typed two more words into the search bar for historical search.

The result: the old ghost - replaced.

"It turned out that the person who missed the appointment was dead, so I didn't go to the appointment."

"Hey, don't make a fuss, now the competition between writers is becoming more and more cruel, the difficulty of the task is also increasing, and more and more people will be eliminated in the future."

In fact, Yan Zhen didn't fail to discover this, the tasks of the paradise are gradually becoming more complicated, and the difficulty has increased correspondingly, and it is irregular.

In this way, there are more and more internal and external factors that affect the outcome of the task, and even the writers who know the inside story of each are confused, not to mention ordinary people, who are basically only beaten and killed.

Many people know a story, about the story of raising mastiffs in Tibetan areas, the saying of nine dogs and one mastiff has been circulated for a long time, that is, through the way of cannibalism among compatriots, the mastiff dog is cultivated that even wolves are afraid of.

Now, Paradise has almost upgraded this cultivation method N times, and it is still a platinum enhanced version, which is put on these writers.

Its continuous pressure has also allowed the writers to grow rapidly, who will be the last mastiff?

"What is this feature for?" Little 7 leaned over to him and asked with a nod to the last option in the 'Other' function.

"Practice, I don't know, it may be for pen practice." Yan Zhen said casually.

"Haven't you clicked on it?"

"What is the use of practice, the practice in the codeword software should be a memo."

"Ah Zhen, let me remind you, the park is not really writing software, it is not code controlled by programmers, and it will not set useless functions!"

Only then did Yan Zhen realize that he had made a big mistake, and the inertia of human thinking made him think that this kind of function was useless.

He hurriedly clicked on the 'Practice' item, and there were more than a dozen items in the drop-down menu, and he clicked in turn to view the details.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, the more he looked at it, the bigger his mouth opened, he actually missed such important information, he was so stupid that he couldn't bear to look at it directly!

The so-called practice refers to 'fighting' against other writers who have no mission relationship or vendetta relationship, and the park will filter out the nearest writer and list them in the list of options according to the region.

Yan Zhen hasn't received the information that someone has named him to 'fight', and this function has only now been discovered, he looked at the row of pen names in the list, there is no writer's information, he doesn't know the age, gender, and appearance characteristics of the other party, and he doesn't know anything.

"Hmph, it's really practice, but it's not a pen, it's a practice of killing!" Yan Zhen sneered.

"Practice killing? Okay, if you look at the location, is there anyone in the same city as us. "Small 7 ways.

Yan Zhen quickly understood what it meant, Zhoushi was haunted in the city, and it must have hurt a lot of people, Xiao 7 wanted him to practice his hands with the disaster writers here.

"Yes, two, one with a pen name of Night Half, Sanjing, and the other called Sansheng and Six Shiyuan." Yan Zhen clicked on the list and saw that there were two writers from Zhoushi, the one called Sanjing in the middle of the night, using the Beijing of the capital, and it was estimated that it was the name of the writer himself.

"It must be the guy whose pen name is very supernatural.,The one in the back is written in the palace at first glance.,Choose the one in front!" Little 7 shook his head and said.

"Okay." Yan Zhen answered, and this one agreed, that is, he made the final decision, no matter what stood in the way, he would do his best to reach the end.

He clicked to choose to play against 'Midnight Sanjing', and a new 'Auxiliary Line' questbar slowly emerged in the dark background below the taskbar.

This function appeared completely out of thin air, and Yan Zhen was sure that this item did not exist before, because he took the initiative to provoke the practice battle, and this function was added immediately.

The number (1) is displayed behind the auxiliary line bar, which indicates that there is a task that has not been received, and Yan Zhen clicks on this function bar that pops up out of thin air.

[Please write a novel with the writer himself (first person) as the protagonist, and the identity of the protagonist is freely set according to the actual situation of the location.] This is a special task, the writer can only kill another writer face-to-face, non-human death or suicide is not allowed, once the hand-to-hand combat starts, the software will no longer receive supplementary information, there is no time limit, and the area must not be left before the end of the task. ]

Yan Zhen finished reading the content of the task, this time he didn't pause for too long, frowned, and began to write the story intently.

While writing, he left a few blank spots in the story, for example, NPC-style characters do not have a specific gender, and it is impossible to write the whole story at once, and write the beginning and the required props.

"You're the main character...... Will there be any surprises? Little 7 rubbed his chin with his cotton paws, but unfortunately it had no expression, otherwise it would have shown a sly smile on its face at this moment.

After editing the content and uploading it, it was already dawn, Yan Zhen looked at the time, ate two breads casually and fell asleep, he had something to do at night, he had to make up for sleep first.

When Yan Zhen woke up, it was just three o'clock in the afternoon, and the blue sky was clean and almost transparent, and it was a pure blue sky with no pollution or haze.

Just in time, he woke up, washed his face, and had something to eat to fill his stomach, and then there was a knock on the door.

The person outside the door didn't surprise Yan Zhen, he calmly opened the door and smiled at the person standing at the door.

The old lady standing outside the door was full of gray hair, and a flattering smile appeared on her walnut-skinned face.

She was straight, but she was very short, only about one and a half meters, and in the face of Yan Zhen, she had to raise her head, and her cloudy eyes were half covered by drooping and loose eyelids.

She is an NPC character written by Yan Zhen, he doesn't know who her surname is, but he knows that this person must be a leader in a certain industry in Zhoushi.