When the next day came over, Xu Song was reading a novel, moved a chair and sat under the window of the living room to bask in the sun, looking very quiet and peaceful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The war probe took a look at it and said, "I've seen "Toy Box Murder"? The author's house is quite broken, the machine is older than yours, and there are obviously a few chapters in reserve, so he deceives the reader that it is written now. ”

"......" Xu Song, who was disturbed, raised his head, and looked at the translucent figure that suddenly appeared speechlessly, listening to this familiar tone, he didn't know that there were several authors on the Haoyue platform, and he hadn't run to stare at them.

And Zhan was still unconscious, and continued to chatter in the gods: "This story is quite good, I like these brain-burning novels recently, but fortunately, the author doesn't have your god-making system, otherwise wouldn't the human body explode every day when the mission is over." ”

Xu Song couldn't bear it anymore, put down the phone, and said, "What are you doing again?"

Facing Xu Song's eyes, Zhan innocently blinked his eyes and said, "I'm here to bring you good news." ”

Seeing Xu Song's distrustful look, Zhan was a little anxious, and said, "It's true!"

Xu Song didn't speak, so he quietly waited for Zhan to say the following, but Zhan didn't seem to understand, and continued to talk nonsense: "It's definitely good news, others can't ask for it." ”

“...... Then tell me, what's the matter? Seeing the battle, he couldn't get to the point, so Xu Song asked cooperatively.

"Write my story. Zhan said directly, and without waiting for Xu Song to speak, he continued to say: "I know you have always thought that I am unreliable, but after all, it is a road to becoming a god, and writing a novel is absolutely wonderful." ”

Xu Song still didn't speak, but he began to seriously consider this matter, but his "Dragon Whisperer" had just begun to write, although he suppressed his temperament, but he also felt that he was getting more and more impatient, and the first three novels after the real completion of the book, and then there were no results, so he started again, and there were no results in the restart, and he could only reopen a book, as if he was caught in some terrible cycle.

The afternoon sun is quite good, shining warmly on the body.

But Xu Song was a little deflated.

Xu Song thought about it and his thoughts drifted again, he didn't know where he thought of it, and after a long time, he said as if he had returned to his soul: "Do you think I'm useless?"

Zhan didn't speak, and felt that Xu Song's state at this time was a bit similar to last night's, as if the entire spirit had been hollowed out.

But Xu Song started to talk about himself, in fact, Xu Song is not a person who talks much, and loneliness is the word to describe him, but he may have been suppressed for a long time, and in his eyes, Zhan is not a serious person.

"When I was a child, I didn't read very well, and I killed my parents because of my greed for fun. When you grow up, your popularity is not very good, so you say that you are writing a novel, but what is the use of writing something? Who cares how much effort you put into writing a story now? Everyone just thinks that they are not happy. Xu Song's eyes were dumbfounded, but he didn't dare to say anything in this mental state, Xu Song buried his head in his knees and said: "Maybe Mom is not wrong, I am not qualified to be stubborn with them, I don't know anything at all, I have nothing, what is the use of working hard, what is the use of working hard? Hard work is useless, I am useless, if you don't control my body and help me win a fight last time, I don't know what will be made of it." War, war, do you think I'm useless? Why do you want to help me? Why?"

Zhan still didn't speak, just looked at Xu Song for a long time without saying a word - on the road to his dreams, there have never been any simple steps, Xu Song is like this now, a long, long time ago, he was like this, everyone who gritted his teeth and tried to go in the direction he hoped would encounter this problem.

But as for why he chose to help Xu Song...... Zhan also sighed, he naturally has his own calculations, how can there be no such thing as a pie, but he doesn't dare to say these words.

After a while, Zhan saw that Xu Song had calmed down, and knew that his emotions were almost in trouble, so he didn't say anything, so he clicked on Xu Song's hair, and Xu Song involuntarily closed his eyes and saw a picture.

A very vast prairie, the weather is very clear, there are a few clouds floating in the distance, there are snow-capped mountains, and on the far left of the picture is a line of lush pine forests, and then there is an endless grassland.

The grass on the grassland is very lush and abundant, roughly looking at the grass has grown to more than half a human height, but as the camera zooms in, he sees a more obvious boundary from these grasslands, on one side is the unusually lush grassland, and on the other side it looks much thinner but also a lot more normal ordinary grass. Xu Song was puzzled, but the picture was gone, only to see Zhan floating in front of him and looking at him with a smile.

"What do you see?" Zhan asked.

"Uh...... A grassland?" Xu Song was puzzled for a moment and said, a little puzzled why Zhan wanted to show him this.

"Huh. Zhan floated and sat on the windowsill, pretending to be mysterious, "It was a long, long, long time ago, and it was so long that there was no way to explain it to you, who was only a human in the whole history. - Do you see anything special?"

"The grass is lush and normal. Xu Song replied honestly, trying to ignore the aura that the battle began to turn strange.

When Xu Song didn't look at it, Zhan's eyes showed a trace of sadness, and his voice became low, he said: "That's where all stories begin, it's my beginning." The grassland you see is what it looks like five hundred years later, do you know what happened there five hundred years ago that caused this difference?"

Xu Song shook his head and sincerely said that he didn't know.

Zhan paused, put his hand on the top of Xu Song's head again, and said, "Then you can go and see for yourself." ”

Xu Song closed his eyes again, it was still the same picture, and he was wondering, when a black tornado blew from a distance, and for a while, the beautiful scenery just now was gone, the whole picture was darkened, the flying sand and rocks were chaotic, and after a period of darkness, the grassland had been turned over and unsightly, and what emerged from the soil was one after another old and scattered human skeletons!

It's all human bones!

All sorts, black, white, gray, broken, small, big, long skulls, thighs, vertebrae, and bits and pieces, the whole grassland is all underground!

And the normal side is not, no wonder this piece will grow so lush!

It turns out that there are so many human corpses as nourishment!