Ding Yang took a step forward and froze in front of the other party.

"I'm standing right here, and I'm going to see who's going to make a move."

"Forget it, Wang Qi, it's not worth beating him."

"Wei Yong is right, beating him will also dirty our hands."

"We are all contestants, and if we are noticed by others, it will not have a good impact on us."

"Although we won't beat him, we'll settle accounts with him when we get to the stage."

Wang Qi's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't make a move.

He realized that these teammates had no intention of making a move at all, and his clenched fists let go, "Count you lucky, let's see you on stage, I want to see if you are better at singing than you are now." ”

The five of them went together, and Ding Yang remembered them, Wang Qi, Wang Sanyang, Deng Yao, Wei Yong and Guo Hu.

Ding Yang's ears returned to tranquility again, and he finally showed a smile when he looked at the street where the cars were flowing like water.

Is it necessary to take these little people to heart? There is no need.

He returned to the hotel, opened his notebook, and began to write "Tomb of the Gods" without his competition in the past few days.

It wasn't until late in the evening that Ma Hui returned.

"How's it going, did you make the cut?" Ding Yang asked.

"Almost."

"I thought you'd make the cut."

"I almost didn't make the cut."

Ma Hui was taken aback, and he said happily, "Ding Yang, I'm over, congratulations." ”

Ding Yang smiled, "You have this strength, keep working hard." ”

"That's it?"

Ding Yang paused slightly, and then said, "The other candidate is Gu Sheng, right?" ”

"How do you know?"

"You forgot that we were at the door of Satellite TV yesterday, and he has a lot of fans."

"I didn't pay attention to this." Ma Hui lost that excitement, and then said resentfully, "Ding Yang, you will have no friends like this." ”

He sat cross-legged on the bed again, plucking the strings, and the next race would be even more difficult.

Ding Yang returned to his notebook again, logged in to CC, and passed the manuscript of "Tomb of the Gods" to Candleblade.

After waiting for about half an hour, CC beats, and Candleblade has sent a message.

"Handsome God, you write so well, another fantasy masterpiece."

Ding Yang replied, "If it's not a fantasy masterpiece, I don't even bother to write it." ”

Candleblade smiled awkwardly, "Youcai, the writing you wrote has improved a lot, your brain and imagination have also increased a lot, and there is foreshadowing...... Compared to these two books, they are simply two different styles of novels. ”

"The time for the book to be released tomorrow has also arrived, and "Tomb of the Gods" will be officially launched tomorrow."

"Handsome god, I'm waiting for you, Hengxin has already hung your new book on the homepage banner."

Ding Yang clicked into Hengxin's homepage, and sure enough, the banner inviting the two supreme gods had been hung in a position next to it, and the banner recommended was Ding Yang's new book.

"I have a heart."

"Can you not have a heart? You are now the second shareholder of Hengxin. When Candleblade got the news from Judge Cui, he was taken aback.

"It was announced so soon." Ding Yang wiped his face heavily, moved his stiff neck and said.

"It's just inside information, and no one knows it's you except me, Drunken Shrimp, the editor-in-chief and the boss, and your identity hasn't been revealed."

"Okay, tell the big boss for me, thank him."

"Yes."

The candleblade went offline and sent the manuscript to Drunken Shrimp, who in turn sent it to the editor-in-chief, who was in Cui Yan's office and put his mobile phone in front of Cui Yan.

Cui Yan projected the manuscript onto the big screen and viewed it with the walkers.

"Walker, do you still think I'm going wrong?"

"No, you're the real boss, boss, you're really smart."

The walker patted his ass, and Cui Yan accepted it comfortably.

Hengxin Chinese Network, the book review area of Dou Po exploded.

"Tomorrow will be the time for Shuai Shen to agree on a new book, waiting online, it's in a hurry."

“+1.”

“+2.”

“+10086.”

"Destroy the formation, what if you break the contract tomorrow?"

"Get out of the way upstairs, my broadsword is already impatient......"

Many online book fans are already waiting, and a large part of them do not support Ding Yang to do this, can Shuangkai really guarantee the quality?

Ding Yang watched all this, and the application for novel information was quickly approved by Candleblade, and he swore that he would preview the introduction of "Tomb of the Gods".

"God is dead...... The devil is gone...... I'm alive...... Why? ……”

There are mysterious Eastern cultivators, strange Western magicians, invincible Eastern warriors, and powerful Western dragon warriors.

Peerless Beauty, Horror Jedi, Ancient Story, Thrilling Journey......

They want to explore the mysterious and mysterious relics of the gods......

Who would have thought that it was just a brief introduction, and there was not a single word in the text, so there would be more support from more than 100 league leaders.

"I can't stand it, hurry up and invite the Buddha Master."

"Donor, calm down."

"I heard that tomorrow's whispering is eternal, the little evil is not evil, and the autumn breeze is unharmed to PK the monthly ticket list, although there is still half a month before the end of the month, they can't wait."

"Wowhaha, as soon as the handsome new book comes out, who dares to compete."

"Don't worry, half a month Shuai Da may not be able to win the monthly ticket list, after all, you still need to officially sign a contract."

"Guys, have you forgotten the handsome hand speed?"

Yes, Shuai Da, this tentacle monster, who can withstand it, maybe the new book will be signed in half a month.

And now, some people are already predicting whether Ding Yang's new book on the shelves will be as good as Dou Po, and some book fans have opened a comment list for betting.

For a while, Ding Yang had already become popular before he released the book.

In the group of the five supreme gods, the little monk dreamed, chattering about the fish and the sword intent nameless, each snickering, fortunately he had not opened a new book, if he met the handsome, he would be disabled if he did not die.

"Handsome, handsome, isn't it? Please, can you please not be so crazy. The autumn wind was unharmed and depressed and left a message.

"Don't worry, I won't compete with you for this month's monthly ticket list."

"Shuaida, it's great that you're here, thank you." The autumn breeze is unharmed and excited.

"However, Dou Po is now the first on the monthly ticket list."

Qiu Feng's unharmed hand almost couldn't hold the keyboard and mouse, don't be so hitty.

"Don't worry, it's okay, in fact, I don't expect much from the monthly ticket list, but the two supreme gods from outside always want to surpass me, and they are still trying to surpass Dou Po."

"Hopefully they will surpass." Ding Yang instructed again, "You write a book well, the monthly ticket list is not too important, and now Hengxin is ready to create several big IP novels, you have to grasp it." ”

"Shuaida, how do you know?"

"Secret."

Ding Yang went offline, and Ma Hui was still preparing new folk songs.

Ding Yang listened to a few words, the melody was not bad, Ma Hui's musical talent was still okay, and he had a chance to advance.

In the blink of an eye, twelve o'clock in the morning passed, and the candleblade got up from the bed, although the chapter time was set early, but it was still relieved to take a look.

He clicked on the "Tomb of the Gods" page, and the first chapter had been sent.

However, just as he was refreshing, he found that the network was down.

Oh my God, it's horrible.

Are there so many night owls?

He urgently called for help from the new technology department, and added another server to save it.