"Raise a book slave!" Ma Feifei chewed the three words said by the white-haired old man, his expression was solemn, if he had just guessed all this before, then after these three words popped out, one thing could already be qualified.

That is, Ma Feifei is not the only one in this world who can make books with various strange effects, at least the god in the mouth of the white-haired old man, he can also do it.

And judging from what the white-haired old man said, the other party seems to know much more about books than him, and he hasn't started to contact the book slave Ma Feifei yet.

"Does it cost me to become a book slave?" Ma Feifei held back the many doubts in his heart and continued to ask along the topic.

"The price is life. The white-haired old man said lightly.

"Life!" Ma Feifei's heart sank.

The white-haired old man stretched out a hand, Ma Feifei glanced at it, and found that the hand was dry and completely skinny, similar to the aging effect produced by Li Beili's curse on the moon stone.

"People have the power of the source, is the essence of human life, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the power of the source, in the same way, the stronger the power of the source, the higher the cultivation, and the essence of the book wants to evolve to a higher quality to become the spirit of the book, naturally it is necessary to use external forces, and the power of the origin of human beings is the best choice to nourish the spirit of the book and the spirit of the book. ”

After hearing this, Ma Feifei was shocked, the power of the origin is the essence of the human body, and it is very difficult to repair it after consumption, looking at the appearance of the white-haired old man, it is obvious that these three hundred and fifty book essence has consumed too much of his origin power, and it has already hurt his roots.

According to the white-haired old man's current situation, sooner or later, these three hundred and fifty book spirits will kill him.

But since the other party was able to raise the white-haired old man's cultivation to the realm of immortals, then presumably his own strength was not something that the white-haired old man could resist, so the white-haired old man should have no way other than to obey.

Then the topic returned to the words of the white-haired old man before.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei glanced at the white-haired old man and said, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

"Absolutely. The white-haired old man looked at Ma Feifei, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and said in a somewhat excited tone: "You can save me!"

"Can I save you?" Ma Feifei frowned and looked at the white-haired old man, he didn't understand what he meant, he couldn't escape the cultivation of the immortal realm, what use could he rely on Ma Feifei?

"Yes, because you, the shopkeeper, like the god, are capable of writing special books with the quality of a book. The white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

"Sure enough. Ma Feifei was secretly frightened, this so-called god, nine times out of ten, should also have a systematic existence.

"Being able to write a book with the quality of a book spirit can save you?" Ma Feifei asked quietly. To be honest, the water is too deep, and Ma Feifei doesn't want to go.

The white-haired old man seemed to see Ma Feifei's worries, smiled, and explained: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, although I don't know what the reason is, but in fact, that god can't enter this world, if it wasn't for the temptation of becoming an immortal who promised him in his dream, he couldn't be controlled by him and become his puppet in this world." ”

"You mean, there are other worlds out there?" Although he had been prepared for this for a long time, Ma Feifei was still a little surprised to hear the white-haired old man say this.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Yes, in fact, the outside world is the real world. ”

"What do you mean?" Ma Feifei frowned, not quite understanding the meaning of the white-haired old man's words.

"Alas......" The white-haired old man sighed, looked up at the world, and his tone was full of emotion, "According to what the god said, the Canglong Continent where we are now is nothing more than a book created by him, and we are all characters in his pen. ”

"Hiss~~!!"

Ma Feifei's face changed greatly, he got up from the stool, looked at the white-haired old man in disbelief, looked around again, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, this joke is not funny at all. ”

Such a big world, is it actually a book world in a book created by someone else?

What about playing?

According to what the white-haired old man said, everything in the entire Canglong Continent is fake? Long Mei is fake, Gongsun Qiong is fake, and even his horse Feifei is fake?

Are you kidding!

It is unknown whether this is so decrepit, but it seems that he does not need to deceive the decrepit. The white-haired old man was a little depressed, although he had known the news for a long time, but every time he thought of it, he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart.

After all, no one wants to be someone else's character.

"Impossible. Ma Feifei shook his head, he didn't believe in this situation, others didn't know that he Ma Feifei was clear, he had crossed over from another world, he belonged to an outsider, and he still had a bookstore system on his body, if this was really the world in the book, Ma Feifei should not appear here.

"Just go back and ask the system. Ma Feifei thought of this, and his heavy mood eased up, the system is his biggest reliance, and everything is not credible until the system determines this matter.

"But since you think that this world is the world in the book he created, why do you still resist? Find me to save you?" asked Ma Feifei curiously.

If this world is a book world created by others, then all the plot development should be clear to the other party, and it is impossible to use things like Cheng Xian to tempt the white-haired old man, so that the white-haired old man can serve the so-called god.

What's more, the white-haired old man just said that the so-called gods don't seem to be able to enter this world.

As a creator, you can't enter the world of your own book? It's a bit sloppy, right?

Therefore, there are too many loopholes in this, which cannot withstand scrutiny, and most of the suspicions that are not credible account for them.

"Because, the old man doesn't believe it. The white-haired old man looked up at Ma Feifei and said word by word.

Ma Feifei looked at the white-haired old man's firm gaze and nodded thoughtfully, in fact, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not, the reason why the white-haired old man wants to resist is simply because he wants to live!

"If we talk like this, won't he find out?" Ma Feifei began to wander around the yard with Liuli in his arms, looking around, and said casually.

"He doesn't seem to pay attention to this side of the world, he's been in the world for almost a thousand years without contact. The white-haired old man looked at the blue circle of light floating in the air and said.