"The End of the Book"

Mu Renfeng finished typing the last three words, leaned back in the chair, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I've been writing books for several years.,I've also written several online novels.,In comparison,Mu Renfeng is still satisfied with the martial arts novel that has just been completed.,Although the various **** plots of the male protagonist in it are more degrading to the reader's IQ.,But it's cool to watch!

"Ahem, are you done?" a voice sounded behind him.

Mu Renfeng was so clever that he almost fell off his chair, turned around abruptly and said, "Who?" and then saw an old man standing behind him.

The man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with thin cheeks, gray hair, a somewhat obscene appearance, and noticeable that his beard was more than ten centimeters long.

Mu Renfeng said vigilantly: "Who are you, how did you get in?"

The man said, "I came in through the window." ”

Mu Renfeng nodded and said, "Oh, it turned out to be from the window, and I said that with my door with a noise of more than fifty decibels, no one in this world can stand behind me silently." ”

After saying that, I felt that it was wrong, me! I live on the seventh floor!

"You're a liar, I'm on the seventh floor, and you told me you came in through the window, funny. ”

"I came in through the window, don't you believe me? ”

After the old man finished speaking, he disappeared at once, and when he reappeared, he was already suspended outside the window, and said, "Young man, you believe it now." ”

Mu Renfeng's brain went blank and almost fainted. What the hell is going on here?!Did you run into a ghost or a fairy, or did you run into an alien?

The old man floated in, stood in front of Mu Renfeng, and said, "You don't have to be afraid, I am what you call an immortal." ”

Mu Renfeng lay on the chair, and it took more than ten minutes before he recovered, and said cautiously: "Immortal, you are an immortal, why are the immortals looking for me?"

The old man said, "What's the matter, don't be afraid." Xiang glanced at the computer screen behind Mu Renfeng, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc: "Do you believe this thing you wrote?"

Oh, I said, I thought this old man was going to do something to Lao Tzu, it turned out to be a reader.

Mu Renfeng straightened his body, the expression on his face was very serious, and said, "Believe, of course believe." ”

Young Master Ben is the author, the book written by Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben can explain whatever he wants, what Young Master Ben says is what it is, even if you are an immortal, it is useless.

Thinking of this, Mu Renfeng subconsciously tidied up his clothes again, thinking that it was too embarrassing just now, and he actually let this old guy scare him.

The old man said, "Do you believe it? That is, if this kind of thing happens to you, you can do as much as it does in the novel." ”

Mu Renfeng glanced at the old man and said, "I, am I much stronger than the person I wrote?"

Just like someone said, I was the emperor in my last life, what can you say, say "I don't believe it", say "you brag", but you can't prove that he was not the emperor in his last life.

"Alright then, then you can prove it to me. I hope what you say is true, and yes, you have to be careful over there, once you die inside, you are really dead. ”

"Slow, what? Prove it to you? If you're dead, you're really dead?" Mu Renfeng's brain twitched a little.

The old man said: "Didn't you just say it, you are so powerful, you will prove it, don't you say that you believe everything you write? Don't you say that if you are allowed to be in that environment, you are more awesome than what you write? Now the opportunity has come." ”

Mu Renfeng was about to cry, and said, "Don't mind, don't mind, okay, I admit it, I was bragging just now, and it didn't sound good to your old man, I was wrong." ”

"Hey, it's late. The old man stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and out of thin air appeared a picture of a series of mountain peaks, and the mountains were full of turf and shrubs.

"See, this is the world of Tianlong Babu, and you will appear here the next moment. ”

"Slow, slow, old man, I was wrong, you can spare me. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, get ready. Raising his hand, a ball of light appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Mu Renfeng said hurriedly: "Slow!!Slow!!I really have something to say this time!Old man, you let me go through, I have to give something, right?"

"What's that?" the old man stopped casting.

Mu Renfeng paused, swallowed his saliva, and said, "For example, tanks, shoulder-fired rocket launchers, M16 ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't have any of these things in your novels. ”

"Haven't I written it yet, I ......" Mu Renfeng watched the ball of light getting closer and closer to him, and said hurriedly: "It's really not good, it's okay to give a pistol...... Even if I give me a mobile phone, it's a souvenir for me in the 21st century. ”

When the ball of light was still 0.01 mm away from him, the old man nodded and said, "This request is not too much, and it is convenient for me to contact you." He picked up his phone on the table and handed it to him.