The moment he entered the water, Feng Yuan understood that he was not dreaming, all this was reality, so ...... Hurry upstream, or drown.

"Feng Yuan, are you okay, you wait, I'll save you!" Zhang Fatzi shouted at Feng Yuan anxiously at the mouth of the well, quickly turned around and threw down the wooden barrel with a rope next to him, and went straight to Feng Yuan's head, Feng Yuan quickly avoided it and smashed it aside.

"I'll go, dead fat man, do you want to save me or kill me!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fat Man and rolled his eyes and scolded.

"Hehe, I'm in a hurry, my hands are shaking!" Zhang Fatzi said embarrassedly.

Feng Yuan glared at the fat man fiercely, then grabbed the rope and slowly climbed up.

"Feng Yuan, what are you doing jumping into the well?" Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan with a puzzled expression.

"Looking for some excitement, I'll go change my clothes first!"

Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fatzi and said, and then went back to the bedroom, Zhang Fatzi looked at the back with a puzzled face, and secretly wondered in his heart, Feng Yuan should not be a ghost, right? That's a big deal, hurry up and go, lest you be entangled.

Wait, no, there will be no chicken legs to eat when you leave, you can't go, the chicken legs are in the people, and there is no righteousness when you leave.

After a while, Feng Yuan changed his clothes and came out, Feng Yuan also figured it out, it seemed that he was really dreaming last night, otherwise, he couldn't explain it, his back hurt, it should be that he didn't cover the quilt last night and got cold from the wind, so he can only explain it like this, otherwise it won't make sense.

The second painting that entered the house had to be taken down and burned, otherwise Feng Yuan felt uneasy.

"By the way, fat man, what are you looking for me in a hurry? When you are hungry and want to eat chicken legs?" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fat Man and asked.

"Look at what you said, am I, Zhang Zhen, the kind of person who came to you to eat chicken legs?"

"Does this need to be questioned?"

"Okay...... I'll admit it, I do this occasionally, but I'm definitely not here for the chicken legs today!" Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and said seriously, "I'm here for the novel, the novel you wrote yesterday became popular, and those students went back after reading it, and passed it on to ten, ten to hundred, this morning, the school was crazy, thousands of students were crowded over there to watch, and the school was almost crowded, everyone was waiting for you to come out of the back, did you write it, Feng Yuan!"

"It's so hot. Feng Yuan smiled slightly when he heard this, he was not shocked, he was very calm, because this was all in his expectation.

"Have you written it, let me take a look at it first!" Zhang Zhen looked at Feng Yuan and asked anxiously.

"Not yet, write now!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Zhen and said.

Zhang Zhen was suddenly disappointed when he heard this.

"By the way, where is Hu Xiao? Why didn't you see it?"

"She seems to be sick, and she went back after opening the door for me in the morning, I saw that her face was very pale, as if she was very weak, and she didn't ask!" Zhang Zhen looked at Feng Yuandao.

Feng Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this, and immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the side room, came to the door of the side room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door and asked, "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?"

"Childe...... The slave maid is a little unwell, but it's fine, just take a break!" "Inside the room, Hu Xiao's voice came out, soft and weak, very weak, even weaker than when I brought it back yesterday, this is obviously not a simple physical discomfort.

Feng Yuan didn't say a word, so he stretched out his hand to push the door open, and walked into the house, Zhang Fatzi followed, the two entered the bedroom, and saw Hu Xiao lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, his face was extremely pale, and he knew that the illness was not light at a glance.

Feng Yuan hurriedly checked Hu Xiao's condition, but he didn't have a cold, no fever, and the injuries on his feet didn't deteriorate, so weak, I'm afraid that his body bones are too thin, and he needs to make up for it.

Thinking about it, Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Zhen and said, "It's almost noon, you go buy some food and come back, buy some chicken soup for Xiaoxiao and come back to make up for it!"

said this, Feng Yuan took out fifty big texts and handed them to Zhang Fatzi.

"Okay, I'll go!" Zhang Fat looked at the money, and immediately became happy, he could buy chicken legs.

"Wait......"

Hu Xiao stopped Zhang Fatzi at this time, looked at Feng Yuan and said embarrassedly, "Childe...... Can you buy more? The slave has a big appetite. ”

Feng Yuan listened and suddenly remembered the scene at the dinner yesterday, Hu Xiao's appetite, fifty wen was probably not enough, so he handed the rest of the money to Zhang Fatzi, so that he could buy as much as he could.

"You, you, I'm really bankrupt by you this time!" Feng Yuan looked at Hu Xiao on the bed and said helplessly.

Hu Xiao was very embarrassed to hear this, and said apologetically: "Childe, I'm sorry, when the slave and maid are well, I will definitely serve you well!"

"Okay, you have a good rest first, I'll pour you a glass of water!" Feng Yuan looked at Hu Xiao and said, after speaking, he got up and went to pour water on the table, but this time, Feng Yuan saw a folded square white cloth on the table, with a dark red mark on it, a large pool, which looked like blood.

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, frowned, turned to look at Hu Xiao and asked, "What is this?"

Hu Xiao looked at it, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly said, "Childe, that ...... That ......!"

"Wait, you don't have to say it, I got it!"

Feng Yuan stopped Hu Xiao and said, looking at the appearance of the cloth in his hand, and then looking at Hu Xiao's pale face and nervous expression, Feng Yuan suddenly understood, Hu Xiao's weak body is probably the eldest aunt, and the fifteen-year-old girl should also come, this cloth is the aunt's towel.

"Come, drink a glass of water, take a good rest, and when the son earns money, he will replenish your body!" Feng Yuan looked at Hu Xiao and smiled, poured a glass of water for Hu Xiao to drink, and then turned around and left.

Hu Xiao watched Feng Yuan leave from behind, and suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Fatzi went to buy food and didn't come back so soon, Feng Yuan went back to the study and sat down, picked up the pen and grinded, and began to write novels.

As the words jumped on the paper, at this time, suddenly, I saw golden light leaping out of the words on the paper, flying towards Feng Yuan's body, and all of them flew into Feng Yuan's body.

But Feng Yuan didn't seem to see it, and continued to write hard, as Feng Yuan wrote more words, the more golden light there became, and Feng Yuan's whole body was quickly wrapped in golden light.

Immediately after that, a trace of black qi flew out of Feng Yuan's body, especially on the back and back of the head, and after these black qi flew out, they were immediately embraced by those golden lights, and they were quickly worn away by the golden light.

After a while, there was no black qi coming out of Feng Yuan's body, and at this time, those golden lights gradually disappeared, and the words on the paper no longer emitted golden light.

After writing for more than half an hour, Feng Yuan wrote more than 3,000 words, and suddenly felt a burst of relief all over his body, his back hurt just now, but now it doesn't hurt anymore, his head was still dizzy, and now he is not dizzy.

"It's really strange, writing can also relieve pain and dizziness?" Feng Yuan said to himself with a surprised expression.