Mo Yu and Xu Tai were next to the Tianchi in Changbai Mountain, and gave everyone a colorful meeting gift: the author of the Three Sects with a blue nose and a swollen face - Xu Yixuan.

The two dragged Yixuan down the hill and imprisoned him in a café. The two of them ran out without permission, leaving Yixuan crying behind the glass window and calling his mother, scolding the two unscrupulous descendants.

"Changbai Mountain—good. There is Wu Xie and a little brother, and everything about tomb robbery notes. Xu Tai paced down the street, looking at the "Tibetan Blue" coming and going, each holding a black gold ancient knife in his hand, and holding a postcard printed with "Tomb Robbery Notes".

"They, they succeeded. Now Mo Yu suddenly felt the desolation around him, and this feeling didn't know where to start, maybe it was a little jealousy of the tomb robbery note characters.

"Sanduo, they succeeded, they have a home, they have their own relatives, I don't, I don't have anything!" Walking in the middle of the road, Xu Tai suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoe and grabbed Mo Yu's clothes, his eyes were wet.

"Xu ......"

"Don't say it, according to the routine, you will only say, 'Xu Tai, you still have me. "But that's not what I want!" I want to ...... too," the self-righteous little second master really shed tears.

The two didn't leave, and sat at a tea stall on the side of the road. The bustling crowd was noisy, and their mouths were full of "Zhang Qiling".

On the other side of the mountain, with blue flags and banners of tomb robbery notes, there was a clear shout: Zhang Qiling, welcome home!

Mo Yu didn't say a word, he should have been touched in his heart, and looked at Xu Tai, who was lying on the wooden table in pain, and stroked his crying and convulsive back: "Xu Tai...... What do you want?"

"I, I don't know, I don't know, I told myself, I can't have that thought, absolutely not!" Xu Tai's eyes were red as if he had red eyes, and his originally pink and tender skin had become haggard after these things. It's really distressing to watch.

"We don't rob graves, we're not like them. Mo Yu has never comforted anyone, for Xu Tai's sudden tears, Mo Yu does not want to stand idly by, he also wants to comfort Xu Tai, but he doesn't know what Xu Tai is thinking in his heart.

"The green mountains do not change the green water!"

"Zhang Qiling, the king of life, is unparalleled in death!"

"Rice family!"

Rows and rows of people, slogans all over the mountains, in Xu Tai's heart, are completely like a stinging dagger that pierces deep into his heart. Xu Tai became more and more unbearable, shaking his head and shouting headache.

Mo Yu walked behind Xu Tai and covered his ears with both hands. This is the only fact that Mo Yu can do for him.

"Xu Tai, our story is not here, our end is Kailash. Mo Yu lifted the gap in the cover slightly, ensuring that only Xu Tai could hear this sentence.

"Impossible, how much do you expect that stupid author to achieve? I, Xu Tai, is this fate! I Xu Tai is only one person, no one will come to see our story, no one will come to cry for us, only the two of us running around, in the end, there is nothing!" Xu Tai cried like a child. His tears can only be seen by Mo Yu.

"Yixuan hasn't finished writing yet, we still have time, if we don't believe him, how can there be any readers. We are created by His own hands, we are Him, and He is us. Mo Yu was blindsided by what Xu Tai had just said.

"Funny, Mo Yu, you're right. Our thoughts were created by Yi Xuan, so what I said just now, did I think of it? Or did Yi Xuan say those comforting words from you just now, who were they!"

"This ......" Mo Yu was led astray by this powerful logic.

"I cry, why do I cry? We are all fake, we are the sustenance of the author, the author gives everything he wants and is out of reach in the book, in our lives. Now that we're in line with the author, he doesn't even believe in himself, how can we trust him?"

"Xu Tai, wake up, you are not Yixuan, Yixuan is not you. Mo Yu gently hugged Xu Tai, it was an inseparable love.

"That's it, Sanduo, no one will come to pity us, today is the festival of rice, we are all rice, we should be happy." Then why, today Yixuan wants to write such an inappropriate chapter?"

"I don't care if you are Xu Tai or Yi Xuan, as long as you persevere, one day, this grand scene will belong to you. Mo Yu wiped Xu Tai's tears with his sleeve.

"Using your own fictional characters to comfort yourself in reality, who wouldn't say it's a neurosis?"

"What if it's a fictional character from other novels?" Mo Yu pouted when he saw the person in front of him.

"Xu Tai. In front of me, a virtual dimensional character was mixed in.

Xu Tai raised his head: "Wu Xie!"