I pour!

originally thought that Lin Taiping was possessed by a great writer, but when he suddenly heard him answer so honestly, Christine and the others immediately stumbled and fell together, and Tulu slammed into the door beam.

What kind of undead, you just said that you want to write dozens of books in one go, but now you actually say that you can't write at all, do you know what this means, this means that in another month, those angry aristocratic businessmen will dig a big pit in the manor and bury you alive.

"Even if I were buried alive, I wouldn't be able to write. "Lin Taiping is not ashamed, don't be kidding, I'm just a very unlucky traverser, and I'm not the kind of monster with a superior memory, how could I suddenly turn into a super recorder and copy out all the works I saw in my previous life.

In fact, even at the beginning of these dozens of books, I just relied on my vague memory and passable writing skills to piece it together so-so, and asked me to copy out all the dozens of books in one go......

Hey, hey, hey, you and I are the protagonist of the kind of time-traveling text, and after the crossing, he suddenly turned into a superman, and he was able to directly copy out a whole book of Journey to the West, deceiving the whole world into being fascinated, not only did the plot not have any differences, but even the opening poem didn't miss a word?

"Crossing, what crossing?" Christine and Nightsong looked at each other, confused and surprised, "Okay, no matter what, anyway, after all, you really can't write it?"

"Nonsense, give me ten years, I can't even write. Lin Taiping replied confidently, "I'm just making do with writing a beginning to deceive people, at most add an outline or something, as for the following content...... Uh, what are you doing?"

What to do? Pack up and take refuge, of course!

Christine sighed speechlessly, and began to wonder if she should sell the manor as soon as possible, Night Song shook her pointed ears, thinking about which island she had to flee to in order to escape the pursuit of the noble merchants, in a word. If you want to go, go now, otherwise in a month, not to mention that the aristocratic merchants will run wild, and those crazy readers will directly demolish the manor.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Taiping touched his chin with a smile, completely unaware that he was about to be buried alive, "I just said, I can't write the following content, but it doesn't mean that others can write it, we can find a gunman, for example...... Hi. Dear pig Instein!"

The grizzled pig Instein was being blown out of the real room, and suddenly saw Lin Taiping's kind smile, and immediately puffed up his chest triumphantly: No problem, with me, the smartest brain in the world, dozens of books are completely trivial...... Well, by the way, writing and alchemy should be about the same, right?"

You're about the same age! The crowd burst into tears, hoping that the pig would write dozens of books, and that we might as well go and kidnap a few bards on the side of the road. Put a knife around their necks and force them to write things out.

"Ann, Ann, it's really about the same. Lin Taiping clapped his hands happily. Then he slowly reached into his arms and took out a large number of inexplicable ingredients, plus the familiar big iron pot out of nowhere.

Well, just see these things. I know what kind of dark food stall in Longhu Mountain is!

Ye Ge couldn't help but sigh and cautiously reminded, "Lin, I didn't want to hit you. But you have to understand that intelligence and literary talent are two different things, and even if you can make Instein the smartest pig, it doesn't mean that he can become a great writer. ”

Ignoring her kind reminder, Lin Taiping still squatted there with a smile, busy cooking the creepy soup, different from the dark cuisine last time, the ingredients used this time were even stranger and more miserable, such as half a long green hair biscuit that I picked up out of nowhere, such as the leftover lamb bones that Tulu ate last night, and even the expired noodle oil that was thrown away a few days before the night song......

Ten minutes later, a pot of enthusiastic green soup was completed, Lin Taiping picked up a bowl without sympathy, handed it directly to Zhu Instein, and quietly dipped the ring into the soup: "Come, drink it." ”

No matter how stupid Pig Instein is, he will not be stupid enough to joke with his own life: "Well, do we study it more seriously, in fact, I think I can do it even if I don't have to drink this bowl of soup...... Gollum!"

Before it could finish speaking, Lin Taiping directly opened its big mouth and poured the whole bowl of green soup into it, poor pig Instein's face was suddenly distorted and deformed, and the whole pig's head was bubbling green, looking at its trembling appearance, it was like being poured a big pot of melamine and plasticizer, and it would die of swine fever at any time.

"I think we can prepare a tombstone for it. Christine and Nightsong watched with sympathy, only Tulu gloated and touched the horns: "Retribution, this is retribution, you asked us to push and grind, and let us push for a whole month, and I still feel dizzy...... Huh?"

Without warning, Instein, who had just been stunned, suddenly screamed hysterically and jumped up two or three meters high: "Art, the breath of art! I feel that the goddess of art is beckoning to me, woo woo, great goddess of wisdom, please forgive me for my betrayal, I am going to throw myself into the warm embrace of the goddess of art!"

Howling excitedly, this guy suddenly jumped directly to the desk, grabbed a quill pen and worked hard to write, in less than a moment, he wrote a large paragraph of text, Lin Taiping did not forget to hand over an outline from the side: "Come, write according to this plot, finish the first part of the Lord of the Rings first, is there a problem?"

No problem at all, Pig Instein glanced at the outline, and immediately moved the pen like a fly, without thinking, the magic of the vicissitudes of life, flowing out from its pen, without any pause, without any thinking, enough to make any great writer of Contense after reading it, there is a feeling of inferiority complex that crashed to death on the wall.

Dumbfounded, Christine and Nightsong watched dumbfounded, desperately pinching their faces to prove that this was not a hallucination, what happened, what was going on, why did Instein, who could even have misspelled his own name a few minutes ago, suddenly become the patron of the goddess of art?

Tulu opened his mouth wide in disbelief, as if he would faint at any moment: "Lin, that bowl of soup of yours can actually make it have artistic talent, is this the magic of the dark food stall?"

Guess? Lin Taiping touched his chin with a smile, and by the way, his heart hurt that he had lost another two thousand magic crystals.

Christine and Nightsong looked at him neatly, their faces full of incredulity and awe, the mysterious cooking techniques from the East were really full of incredible magic...... What, we only have one question, do you still accept people from the dark food stalls, even if it's a chore.

"I'm sorry, we only accept men. Lin Taiping refused with righteous words, and beckoned to the pig-headed monsters next to him, what, anyway, I have to find a gunman, just carry the gunman to the end, and let the shamelessness come more violently.

So, in ten minutes, a large group of pig-headed monsters all turned into great writers, they didn't even need a desk, they just lay on the floor and wrote hard, and in the sound of brushing, the white paper full of words fluttered all over the sky, like white snowflakes.

This is not the end, Lin Taiping looked at the only little soup left in the pot, and looked at Christine very kindly in line with the principle of eliminating waste: "What, do you want to buy better milk powder, do you want more expensive jewelry, do you want to have people take the initiative to donate food wherever you go in the future...... If you want to, drink it!"

What can I say, under this irresistible temptation, Christine, Nightsong and Turu all drank the pot of green soup head-on, and only a few minutes later, several of them also joined the army of gunslingers, and each of them divided a book and began to become great writers.

Then, Lin Taiping suddenly found that he didn't seem to have to do anything, he just needed to find a stool to sit down, and while eating supper happily, he expressed his vague opinions with a mouth full of food-

"Very good, that's it, Christine, you work hard to write, and strive to finish this book "A Good Mother is Better Than a Good Teacher" in three days, I have already given you the basic ideas, you just need to add some more vivid and interesting examples...... Just kidding, you said you don't know what examples to add, please, you have thirteen younger sisters, even if you write how to make milk powder, you can write several pages. “

"Yes, you wrote a good nightsong, you wrote all the precious jewelry you know, and remember to tell those female readers, how to put on makeup...... Well, it occurred to me that after writing this book, you can write another one, and it's called "My 100 Dates with Beauty". ”

"Tulu, how much did you write about Carnegie Success...... What? You're afraid that writing the wrong one will mislead others, don't be naïve, what kind of success like this, workplace survival, it's a lie, it's good or not, you can write it boldly, and I'll add a title to you when the time comes, such as the founder of the orc economic cycle and the like, to ensure that those fools worship you extremely much. ”

At this moment, countless publishing houses burst into tears, at this moment, countless famous books burst into tears, and at this moment, countless modern writers shuddered in unison, as if they felt a terrible scene in a certain time and space.

But who cares?

Lin Taiping's mood was simply sunny, and the only thing he needed to do was to correct Instein's bad habits from time to time, this guy had just written about the second chapter of the Lord of the Rings - "Once upon a time, there was a great pig-headed white-robed mage, and his name was Gandalf......

"Get out, get over it!"

"Once upon a time, there was a not-so-great pig-headed white-robed mage whose name was Gandalf......"

"Damn it, can you get rid of the three words pig-headed monster?"

"Once upon a time, there was a great white-robed mage whose name was Gandalf...... By the way, Gandalf's teacher is a great pig-headed monster!"

"Uh.................." (To be continued......