November 4 - Lost and Found Recommendation

Originally, it was two o'clock in the afternoon today.,It's the day to announce the short recommendation station.,But for some reason.,The short station of all the authors of fantasy hasn't come for a long time.,So there's the next article.。 Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From the fantasy street writer "Kingdom Bloodline" - the graffiti work of the Master of the Unowned Sword.

I think it's very inspirational, he writes about the dignity of a street writer, and the mood of a street writer who longs for recognition.

I'm also a street fighter, and I'm trying to write for nothing else, but for dozens of loyal readers.

Character annotations

Enlightenment: Fantasy Editor-in-Chief, our immediate boss.

Qingmang: An easy-going editor-in-charge, who can accompany us when he has nothing to do.

Danqing: A mighty and domineering, suave and suave editor, who fascinates thousands of young boys and girls, and is amiable. (Well, he's my direct boss, so he has to stammer)

Don't worry, the article is about to start, everyone prepare melon seeds and peanuts, read slowly.

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Enlightenment shook his head, driving the vertigo from consciousness, who had lost too much blood.

He clutched his badly injured heart and lungs, gritted his teeth, and struggled to stand up with a watermelon knife and look ahead.

There, is the editor-in-chief office of China Literature.

It's not ......

Enlightenment forced himself to inhale a mouthful of oxygen and swallow the blood in his mouth.

He dragged his weak body and raised the watermelon knife again, ready to fight this sudden and tragic war to the end.

Behind him there was a violent sound of blades rubbing, accompanied by piercing screams and the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh.

Wudao's brows moved, and he couldn't bear to brush his face at all.

"What are you still hesitating about!" a painful and impatient urging voice came from that direction: "Kill in!"

"It's not as simple as a week-a-week recommendation......"

It was the corner of the hallway, and Danqing twisted Junxiu's face and pulled out the blade under his ribs, bringing out a bright red.

He shook off the half of the blade in his hand and frantically swung his fantasy-specific light watermelon knife to pounce on the next enemy who wanted to intercept them.

"It's ...... The last dignity of fantasy!"

"Enlightened Boss!"

"For, our recommendation!"

"Stolen recommendation!"

Another sound of the blade breaking through the skin, and the dull sound of chopping bones hit, and Wu Dao closed his eyes fiercely, no longer thinking about Danqing for his palace.

That's right.

I can't hesitate, I can't fall......

I have to move on! I have to keep going!

Wudao clenched his back molars and clenched the watermelon knife in his hand.

This is for ......

"But it's just for the sake of your gang of people fighting the streets. At this moment, indifferent words sounded in front of the enlightened one.

"At the level of those who fight on the streets, any one of the authors under our hands can beat them all. ”

The wheezing Enlightenment recognized it, it was an editor of the fantasy class.

Maybe the other party's qualifications are not as deep as Danqing and Qingmang, but at this moment, this condescending newcomer has a playful sneer on his lips: "I really don't understand, why do you still insist on it as editors?"

"Even if I recommend ...... them"

"Waste is waste, hitting the street is hitting the street, can you still be promoted to a god!"

"Didn't you already know!" the other party waved his arm, pointed to the sunset outside the window, and roared feverishly: "Accept the reality!"

"Age of Fantasy ......"

"It's long gone!"

"Shouldn't you die in the streets?"

The figure of the other party rushed in an instant with a strong wind!

Poop!

The blades intersect.

With all his might, Enlightenment took five steps backwards to resist the enemy's massive force before the enemy's blade slashed through his throat.

Really, really, amazing...... Wudao trembled his muscles, forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and sighed in his heart.

He could see very clearly that the other party was holding a divine weapon named "Burst Red" in his hand.

In the rivers and lakes of China Literature, it is said that it is second only to the legendary holy weapon of urban editors - "fire".

"Khooth!"

Sparks fly.

The figures of the two staggered.

There was a bloody streak on Wudao's shoulder.

And the enemy just lightly touched the cut tie and frowned.

"That kind of broken copper and iron ......" he shook his head disdainfully, "you want to hurt me too?"

Wudao, who was seriously injured, lowered his head, looked at the thin watermelon knife in his hand, and smiled bitterly.

Hey.

It's underestimated.

Old man.

The watermelon knife shone with a cold light, as if in response to the idea of enlightenment.

I think back then, you were also an artifact that could cut through a piece of heaven and earth.

And now...... A trace of pain passed through the heart of enlightenment: they all call you "unpopular".

No one remembers your former name anymore.

Even the weekly referral slots, someone dares to steal them from us......

"Recommended ......"

At this moment, Qingmang's weak voice echoed in the corridor.

Sorrow swept through the heart of enlightenment.

When the recommendation in the afternoon disappeared, Qingmang was the first to notice that something was wrong.

With the information she had detected, she cautiously walked past the hostile newsroom, ready to inform the fantasy newsroom.

This attentive editor, however, was attacked by numerous enemies as soon as he put down the phone.

When Wudao and Danqing arrived, she had already suffered dozens of wounds and fell prematurely on the battlefield where the fantasy broke into the headquarters.

When the fiercest battle broke out, her consciousness was blurred, muttering words that only Enlightenment and Danqing could understand.

"Recommended bit...... Boss, be sure to ...... Grab it back......"

"They...... Still waiting for us...... Still waiting...... Recommended ......"

Wudao's eyebrows twitched, revealing a painful expression.

Oh, yes......

The boys......

The gang of street fighters......

Those people who obviously don't even pay three digits for the manuscript, but they still insist on hitting the streets every month......

He raised his head and looked at the sneering enemy with a determined expression.

Behind.

Qingmang's faint murmur grew softer and lighter.

Danqing's frantic movements are getting slower and slower.

But he's still there!

He, enlightenment has not yet fallen!

Wudao shouted violently, exerted force with his left foot, and his figure flashed up in an instant!

They...... Hit the streets......

Still ......

Still waiting for our recommendation!

Enlightenment roared angrily, and with a sword of resentment, he slashed at the enemy without any fancies.

"Ha," the enemy chuckled and flashed his knife, "is it really that much of a charm to fight the streets?"

"It's worth your life in exchange for their recommendation!"

"Hit the street, hit the street?" Wudao's expression was hideous, "I know better than any of you that they are hitting the street!"

Knife light!

Blood splattered!

The figures of the two were entangled again.

"Then what are you still insisting on!" The other party held the knife of Enlightenment to the heart, looked at him fiercely, and spat: "You can't make it into the editor-in-chief's office!

"Why don't you give up yet!"

"Because ......" Wudao clenched his teeth and angrily pushed away the enemy's knife and broke free from the opponent's locking edge, "because they haven't given up either!"

"Those street fighters!"

The shadow of the knife is horizontal.

Sparks exploded.

"Those people who make me so angry every day that I want to chop them all to pieces!" Enlightenment roared, slashing after slashing at the enemy's indestructible blade.

"They didn't give up either!"

In the surprised gaze of the other party, Wudao rose to the last remaining strength, and the thin watermelon knife completely gave up the defense, and with an angle and speed that he couldn't understand, he overwhelmed the "explosion"!

"Those who know that if they write about the city, write about Xiaobai, write wireless and write elementary school students, they can make money, they can eat enough, and they can survive!"

How can it be!

Isn't it just a handful...... Unpopular knives!

The enemy thought in amazement.

"I'm still gritting my teeth, swallowing blood and tears, eating instant noodles and trying to code words!"

However, the momentum of enlightenment had already overwhelmed his movements.

"Isn't it worth dreaming about hitting the streets?"

A knife slashed through his wrist.

"Don't salted fish deserve to live!"

Another knife stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Unpopular...... Don't you deserve to be recommended!"

Enlightenment frantically slashed the last knife and stabbed it into the other party's throat.

How could it be? The enemy's shocked gaze was fixed at this moment.

The divine soldier "burst into popularity" and landed on the ground.

In the roar of enlightenment like a demon god, the other party fell unwillingly.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Enlightenment gasped heavily.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest, which had been slashed.

Even the blood is no longer flowing.

Hey.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Right now.

"Smack......

The door to the editor-in-chief's office opened.

Damn.

Enlightenment is at the foot of a stumbling foot.

You always come out at this time......

Enlightenment shuddered, spat out the last mouthful of blood, and slowly collapsed into the hallway.

But he laughed happily and pulled his pipe from his bosom.

Finally......

Recommendation is finally ......

It's back......

Enlightenment can't catch fire, so he can only chew tobacco in large gulps.

Soon, he felt that everything around him was getting farther and farther away from him, and the temperature around him was getting colder and colder.

He trembled and reached for the watermelon knife in his hand.

The old weapon that had accompanied him for many years of fantasy warfare.

The eyes of enlightenment are getting hazy and hazy......

The corridor had fallen silent, and I didn't hear Qingmang's murmur, nor did I see Danqing's sword light.

Wudao chewed the last puff of tobacco and exhaled deeply.

Damn the streets.

Recommended to......

His gaze glanced over his watch.

Four.

Two hours later than usual.

At this time...... They should ...... You're going to blow up the crowd......

Hey, those people who chat in the water group every day are the street people who don't code.

Enlightenment chuckled weakly.

His blood had soaked through the floor tiles of the hallway.

You should cherish it......

This is our ......

It's our ......

Enlightenment turned his head with difficulty.

In the field of vision, Qingmang's body was as cold as snow, and he was not breathing.

In the aisle of the corridor, Danqing knelt on one knee, his body stiffened, and he no longer moved.

He also held a broken watermelon knife in his hand.

Enlightenment closed his eyes, and tears flowed from his eyes.

It's the three of us......

Recommendations for life......

Hit the streets!

His hand finally touched the watermelon knife.

The blood-stained watermelon knife revealed its real name on the knife at this moment.

fantasy

The tears of enlightenment fell to the ground.

But at this moment, he had a satisfied smile on his face.

Hmph, those damn bastards.

If the re-water group ......

Break off again......

Eunuch again......

Father.

Morning and evening.

Chop...... Chopped up your ......

Hit the streets.

Then, Enlightenment gently and serenely closes his eyes.

No more waking up.

ps: Anyway, this is a big owner.,The three responsible editors are all written to death.,Who will help us grab next week's recommendation......... (To be continued.) )