Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 125 The Healing of Tyrant Jin
Principled porter?
Nian Shutong held back her smile and went to comfort Daodao, saying, "Yes, Daodao is the most principled."

"Let me see what's going on?"

Nian Shutong looked at the comment page that Daodao opened for her, and the people below, without exception, scolded him.

[Artist!Give me back Baguio! 】

[You single man, you are extremely hateful!Since you want to write Baguio to death, why do you write her so well. 】

[I can't accept it!Can't accept it! 】

【How can you be so cruel?That's Baguio! 】

[Although I was once vacillating between Baguio and Lu Xueqi, but you... how could you write Baguio to death.With a bloody knife. 】

【change!change!change! 】

[Don't watch it if you don't change it! 】

[Change, change, change! 】

[Maybe there is still a chance?Baguio still retains a ray of soul. 】

【Really? 】

To sum up the comment area, it is very hostile, plus a little bit of great desire to look forward to Baguio's resurrection.

Nian Shutong, who was flipping through the comments with a knife, seemed to be getting happier the more he looked at it?
"Master, what are you doing?"

"Huh? I'll learn how they swear."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Dao Dao was even more sad. Although he didn't really cry, he just felt a little uncomfortable. He obviously praised Dao Dao before, but now he scolded Dao Dao.

Dao Dao is not happy.

"Hehe... just kidding. Let me hear what kind of plot, I'm curious who this Baguio is? Has it been resurrected?"

Daodao put away his whining and began to tell a brief story, waiting for Nian Shutong's reaction after speaking.

Nian Shutong asked with difficulty: "You mean, your hero saw Baguio as the person he liked in Sanshengjing, but then, you wrote to death in order to save the hero? Resurrection? Then what do you give this little fantasy?"

"Probably that's what it means, but master, you have to remember, it wasn't written by Dao Dao."

That's right, it's really not written by a knife.

Nian Shutong was still a little interested, so he just sat on the paved cobblestones and listened to Daodao telling himself stories.

"Daodao felt that this was an inevitable condition for Zhang Xiaofan's transformation. He didn't feel great sorrow or pain, so how could he write that he cast the magic way and became Ghost Li."

"Well, I think you're right. I'm afraid you'll be scolded even worse when you finish writing."

The current book friends still hold the determination to revive Baguio, but in the end... hey.

Nian Shutong admires these authors even more, they are really amazing, and their writing is more twists and turns than their world of cultivating immortals.

It's just that she herself has to admit that this plot is indeed unjustly scolded, who told it to be Baguio!

One person, one knife said the same thing, and when Nian Shutong was about to get up again, he was stopped by Daodao's startled cry.

It seems that she cannot leave this position today.

"What's wrong? Dao Dao?"

"Master! Look!"

Nian Shutong looked at Daodao's Starnet page, and there was a golden starship shining in the middle.

There is also a line of words below.

[Wengong, as long as you change the plot, I can send out ten of these starships casually!So, do you change or not? 】

Word porters are equal to literary workers, Nian Shutong understands.

"Daodao, this starship?"

"Master, a starship is equal to [-] star coins!"

With a "click", two pebbles under Nian Shutong's hands shattered, and she didn't care about these, she was just settling accounts.

One hundred thousand?

ten?

100 million!

"knife"

"No! Master, you can't change the plot with swords and knives, and you will never change it!"

Nian Shutong took several deep breaths, said goodbye to 100 million in tears, and tried hard to strengthen himself and support Daodao.

"Okay! You decide."

Is your heart aching?
Next, Nian Shutong saw Daodao and replied coldly to the book friend who sent the starship.

Wen Gong: No change!
Oh my god... The two words worth money, plus a punctuation mark, made Nian Shutong's heart ache even more.

On the other end of the message, there was a man sitting in an office with nearly [-] square meters.

Eyes narrowed slightly watching Daodao's reply, staring at it for a long, long time.

"Hehe... Forget it." He pinched his forehead, he was so serious for a novel.

"Dangdang!" There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The man turned off the screen in front of him, leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the person indifferently.

"Mr. Yu, this is the list of potential live broadcasts sent by the data department."

"Well, let it go."

The man standing opposite put a long glass strip on the table and stepped back respectfully.

The man called Mr. Yu scanned the glass strip with his optical brain and flipped through it.

"It's all these tricks, and nothing new."

"Huh? This seems interesting."

Mr. Yu clicked on a video, and a pair of good-looking hands appeared on the screen. The voice was slow, magnetic and clear.

A pair of good-looking hands, holding a chestnut fried in sugar, under the light, it looks fairy-like, delicate and charming.

(End of this chapter)