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Qin Yang waved his hand, sincerely comforting the novelist.
"What kind of angry words like 'I'll give you the pen, you write', don't say it, everyone can die here to meet each other, they still have self-awareness, and it's also a fate of death, it's better to be polite, fight and kill There is no point in killing more."
Having said that, Qin Yang looked at the broken brush, put it away, put it in his arms, and finished refining it.
The novelist stared at Qin Yang's arms with dead fish eyes.
After the explosion of mentality, he regretted it a little. After a long period of silence, the incident of being blown up this time made his consciousness recover more, and more silent memories emerged, and his whole person became a little more vivid.
"Then what are you doing with my pen?"
"I'll look back and see if I can fix it."
"I can fix it myself."
"No, you won't, thank you for the gift."
I have given it all to myself, there is no reason to send it back, especially this big pen, it is the only harvest after arriving here, the first gift.
Such commemorative things, of course, should be put away solemnly.
The two stared at each other for a long while, and the novelist sat back holding his breath, staring at a pair of dead fish eyes, as if he was dying.
Qin Yangquan pretended not to see it, flipped through the collection of classics, found a travel note that he thought was quite interesting, and handed the book to the novelist.
"Don't be angry, let me read this book to relieve your boredom, and besides, don't talk to me about it, we are all dead anyway, so don't hide and play euphemistically, I'll just say it straight.
It is definitely impossible for you to crowdfund and write a book like this. If you really meet someone who enjoys it as much as I do, I will not be annoyed if you let me stay in it for another hundred years.
If you dig a little deeper with matryoshka, you will dig into another world. I will bask in the sun for half a day and play games for half a day. I will not get tired of playing for a thousand years. You will be so angry sooner or later. "
The novelist didn't quite understand it, but he understood the general meaning.
He really regretted it. He forgot that in the story, it can actually be considered real. Every day spent in it is based on reality. For a dead person, it is indeed a good place.
But let's get angry, if there are books to read, he still has to read them. This place, let alone books, can't even meet two people who can talk, who can have self-awareness, he even forgot when he met the last one It's here.
After taking a few glances at the book, the novelist suddenly frowned.
"What word is this, why is it so weird?"
"Hahaha" Qin Yang was overjoyed, he must have died for a very long time, and he didn't even know the characters of this era.
After thinking about it, I copied a dictionary of words from this era and passed it on to the novelist.
The novelist holds the travel notes and reads them with gusto, fascinated by the typical dead house.
After the novelist read it for a while, Qin Yang pulled out two spiritual fruits and threw one to the other party.
"Why didn't you kill me before? My consciousness fell into the story, but the real body is outside. It stands to reason that you should have a chance to kill me directly, right?"
The novelist took the spirit fruit, put it on the tip of the pen, sniffed it greedily, but was reluctant to eat it.
"Don't I know, we can't taste it at all?"
"Oh, I forgot." Qin Yang flipped through it again, and found two sticks of spiritual incense.
After rubbing it, he found that it was not lit, and he was dead. Where did he get the yang energy to light it, lit the incense with fire, and handed one to the novelist.
The two inserted the spiritual incense into the spiritual fruit, stretched their necks, and took a sharp inhalation.
The spiritual fragrance burned rapidly, and the spiritual fruit withered rapidly, turning into fly ash. At the same time, the sweet and moist fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, poured into the minds of the two of them.
It's like eating a spiritual fruit, even the taste is much better than when it was alive, all the details seem to be magnified.
After thinking about it for a long time, Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes.
No wonder the dead yearn for the world of the living so much. Compared with the present, the damage is full.
The novelist slammed his mouth, thinking about it non-stop, and even collected the fly ash that the spirit fruit turned into in the end, and he was not willing to throw it away.
"I almost forgot what a spirit fruit tastes like, it's so good."
After the emotion was over, the novelist said.
"What did I kill you for, we are all dead, no one here will die anymore, they will just disappear, when you no longer remember who you are, when you don't remember anything, no one outside misses you, that's the real thing The nothingness comes.
theis it on? Wait until the next contender?
Moreover, you are not sure whether Zhengliu can take the last step.
No one knows what the world will look like after leaping out of the past. "
"I don't know. Before you came, all I remember is the contention. I almost forgot everything else, and I'm tired of it. If you go on like this endlessly, don't you still have the power from the outside? ?
Try it, can you erase me, I don't want to continue, I can't see hope, and I can't completely turn into nothingness. "
"Forget it, don't try it, it's useless, but I can kill all your memories." Speaking of this, Qin Yang shook his head again.
"Forget it, you still have yourself up to now, and it may be useless to cut off your memory. A big guy like you, people who miss you, people who can't forget you, must still be alive, such as those few Twelve masters, they must not be completely dead, as far as I know, the puppet master must still be alive."
"Puppeteer, that guy who doesn't fit in well, he's actually quite nice" The novelist's memory recovered more and more, and his whole body became more and more vivid.
After the two chatted happily, Qin Yang didn't continue to be stingy with the stock, Lingguo Lingjiu, and the last unprocessed jade rice and spirit wheat in stock were all taken out as melon seeds.
Qin Yang chatted very happily. The other party had read most of his stories, so he understood him very well. He heard the novelist bragging, saying that when he was not practicing cultivation, he loved listening to operas and reading story books. The itch is unbearable, and I write it myself, which is especially popular in the mortal kingdom.
The two chatted from the time of their lifetime to after their death, imagining what it would be like to jump out of the sunken black sea and out of the curtain of that day.
Debating which is better, the food and wine of the ancient times, or the food and wine of Qin Yang's era.
? When we talked about a travel story, a great opportunity is actually buried in the recorded place.
?We talked about the tomb of Master Kanyu in Kuishan, the puppeteer who used his real body to pretend to be a copycat, and Emperor Taiwei and Emperor Taitian
It was the first time Qin Yang chatted so brazenly, and said brazenly that he no longer had to worry about any secrets, but instead felt very happy.
The novelist kowtowed the spirit bark, but couldn't taste the taste, and chewed it carefully and repeatedly, just to find some sense of being alive. He listened to Qin Yang blowing, and from time to time he stretched his neck and took a sip of the spirit sticking on the spirit wine.
I don't know how long we chatted, but the novelist suddenly stopped.
He looked Qin Yang up and down, and laughed like crazy.
Smiling and laughing, he patted his thigh fiercely.
"Wonderful! Why am I so smart, how did I just think of it!"
"Don't just drink, eat some spiritual wheat." Qin Yang drank a little bit, stretched his neck, and took another big mouthful of spiritual incense. Now he is reluctant to get rid of the feeling of drunkenness. This thing, use less, belongs to non-renewable resource.
The novelist ignored Qin Yang, his eyes were shining brightly, and his energy and spirit seemed to have changed. He was bald and fish-eyed, and looked like a dying man, but suddenly he became a dragon and a tiger. fierce up.
He stared at Qin Yang fixedly.
"I can't write my own story, but I can write yours!
Hahaha, I am indeed a genius!
I haven't written a story about the dead yet.
The world of the living does not allow my existence, so I will compose it after death! "
The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and his whole body seemed to come back to life, and the miserable death on his face disappeared.
The broken pen that Qin Yang picked up flew out by itself, recovered in the divine light, and fell into the novelist's hands again.
He scratched his chest with his fingernails, stained some black blood with the tip of the pen, and was about to start writing.
"Wait!" Qin Yang hurriedly stopped him.
"Don't stop me!" The novelist looked solemn.
"I can see it clearly, I can't jump out, and I can't write my own story.
But I can try, write your story, let you jump out of the sky.
Let you get rid of this situation where you cannot survive but cannot die. "
"you¡¡"
As soon as Qin Yang opened his mouth, he was stopped by the novelist.
"Don't tell me first."
"Since you revived the memory of my anger, I realized that from beginning to end, I only cared about the stories I wrote. Even if I died, I forgot my name and all my titles, but I still remembered the title of novelist.
What I care about is not my own ending at all.
You are now the protagonist of my story.
Your story is my story.
I want you to jump out. After you go out, maybe I may still know from the story what is above the sky.
In case there is nothing, then you are regarded as a pawn to explore the way. It is better to turn into nothingness than to survive here and die.
In case I fail to control it this time, the story will bite me back and turn me into nothingness, which is also a good thing.
Anyway, between the two of us, one of us will make money. "(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com).
Your story is my story.
I want you to jump out. After you go out, maybe I may still know from the story what is above the sky.
In case there is nothing, then you are regarded as a pawn to explore the way. It is better to turn into nothingness than to survive here and die.
In case I fail to control it this time, the story will bite me back and turn me into nothingness, which is also a good thing.
Anyway, between the two of us, one of us will make money. "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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