On a dark night in late May, in a quiet crappy neighborhood near the university town in the northern suburbs of Shengjing, only a few lights shone through the windows of sleepers, and in the lights of the 33rd floor of a high-rise roof, a thin young man in only underwear was playing games and writing novels. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is an ordinary street novel, unremarkable in every way. Perhaps this novel has a special meaning to only one person, and that is this pants brother, and that's only because the book happens to be what he lives by.

Since beating the three books that made him slack and waste his youth, the pants brother who has no skills and no strength has relied on this novel to barely mix in the rental house shared by four people in college for half a year, and the roommate in the same room has long since left, and he has persevered here with his shameless spirit and punctual rent.

He was about 25 years old, tall, with long hair that hadn't been cut for half a year, in addition to making him hotter and a little more chic and elegant, he belonged to the kind of guy who was so sullen that he couldn't do it, and his greatest pleasure was to collect all kinds of beauties for the protagonist of his incarnation in his books to fill the backyard.

He posts novels at some point, and he always tells his friends that writing novels is much harder than they think. In fact, most of his friends themselves met in a group of various writers at some point in this area, and he would never tell his college classmates that he was a writer of street novels.

A novel that hits the streets.,It's about infinite flow.,Recently, I just wrote about a classical and interesting game.,It seems that there are more new subscriptions.,Between the encouragement of the soft sister coin.,This pants brother began to deduct the content of the whole game.。

He almost writes game strategies to deduct details, hoping that the text will be more detailed and contained, but in fact, this is exactly what readers will not care too much about, the more detailed he explains, the more effort he seems, the more water words seem to be in the eyes of readers, which is an unsolvable paradox.

The pants brother who was operating a female character to attack a monster and recording the attack monster action and bleeding angle suddenly found that the skills used by this female character had a different kind of halo, and he didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that it was just a dazzle caused by staying up late for a long time.

But when the female character used this light spell again, Brother Pants only felt that the old-fashioned 2D game suddenly became three-dimensional, and the halo from the game seemed to pull him into the distorted light and shadow.

A distorted halo of light burst into the room, and there was no longer a single figure in the room. Only the half-dead monster on the lonely screen was left standing stupidly, bewildering the disappearance of the enemy.

The melodious piano music, as well as the bone-chilling cold, this is the deepest feeling of the pants brother Wang Lucheng at this moment, he can't open his eyes and is accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation, as if he is trapped in some frozen environment. His perception of the outside world seemed to be nothing but freezing numbness, and only hearing remained.

There seemed to be a whispering voice near him in the melodious piano music, which was very clear and real, and his perception was pulled back into reality: "You said that these little girls who engage in performance art actually soaked themselves naked in the ice water and motionless for people to take pictures, and those who don't know think she is dead." ”

This is not true to the name, obviously not in line with his real situation, he will not be a little girl, nor can he soak himself naked in ice water to recognize people and take pictures at will. But as that passage ended, he visibly felt an even stronger sense of suffocation and coldness.

The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger, too strong to sustain it, and the need for rapid breathing caused her to choke on a whole mouthful of cold medium, a salty and bitter cold texture that filled her airways and lungs. It feels a lot like artificial seawater mixed with a lot of liquid nitrogen.

What she feared more than the mediator-filled pain in her lungs was that now he couldn't feel his body at all, not even the most basic pain and twisting. It felt like this until a pair of large warm hands reached into a cold, frozen sea-like medium and pulled her up, carrying her sideways into a warm medium.

"Breathe fast, stupid, suffocate yourself if you don't breathe anymore!"

Hearing this familiar voice, she gradually began to gradually perceive her body, and as a force pressed against her abdominal cavity and chest diaphragm, the cold medium was pressed out, and he seemed to gain more perception from it.

She opened her eyes encouragingly, and saw several people around her, one of them with the organizer's badge on his chest, the man in a suit and leather shoes with him in endless panic, that face was his face, but now it was on someone else's face, she was pulled up from the ground by this person in horror and watched him maintain discipline on the spot.

"Okay, don't shoot, there's nothing wrong here, I'll take her to the side to rest and rest, you continue here." The familiar and strange man, who seemed to suddenly become taller, pulled her out of the booth area and went to rest by the fountain on the side.

She looked at the situation around her, and a familiar feeling seemed to linger in her heart, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it, she just wanted to ask the person in front of her, "Who are you?" Or who is this woman I am now becoming? ”

This person who looked exactly like him, or the body that he used to have, showed a warm smile on his face: "I am you, that is, Wang Lucheng, are you?" You are now Elisewen, the Seraphim of the Divine Chronicle. ”

Now in the state of blonde and blue-eyed, hot body of the female body, the pants brother Wang Lucheng is a little blind, but he is indeed worthy of writing novels, and he quickly followed the train of thought of this "himself", tightened the blanket wrapped around him, and looked around him or she had his own judgment in his heart.

"So do you say I'm Elithewone from the game Sacred Chronicle or I'm from the novel I'm writing about the movie Sniper?" She began to clarify her situation, and made a bold assumption about it, and he knew that once it was true, his situation would be a little delicate.

Wang Lucheng, who was wearing a badge, nodded with an admiring smile on his face, and said to her, "What do you say? Do you think you're the Seraphim? ”

"Look at your appearance, I guess I must be the Seraphim I wrote, otherwise the Seraphim in the game would never be so weak, according to this line of thought, I am not in Zhuozhan who had a new product launch conference a few days ago, but at the beginning of the novel I sent to the expedition and did not receive a reply?"

Wang Lucheng, who was wearing a badge, looked at Wang Lucheng with a female body, and his eyes were even more appreciative: "Although you are an author who writes street novels, your ideas and imagination are really enough, if you want to prove that you are not at the beginning of your novel, look back at the luxury watch store." ”

Fifteen seconds later, four bandits dressed as bank robbers in the movie "Hot Pot Heroes", wearing black and blue raincoats and Journey to the West pullover masks, rushed out of the watch shop, and they rushed towards another watch shop diagonally opposite.

And this is the beginning of the robbery of the famous watch store in the first chapter of his novel, the trouser brother Wang Lucheng looked back at the few bandits who were quickly blocked by a policeman and seven assistants and went straight to her four bandits armed with imitation guns, and said to the badge Wang Lucheng: "Can I swear?" ”