Back to modern times, Her Majesty the Queen and I are both laid off

Chapter 99 Is this okay if I don’t have hands?

After all, Jiang Li didn't pinch him. He was rough-skinned and fleshy, and his hands felt sore when pinching him. Besides, reaching out to pinch him was considered physical contact. Maybe this bitch was looking forward to this kind of thing, and even enjoyed it.

Just like the masochistic tendency mentioned on the Internet, he has it if he can't protect himself.

Otherwise, why would he take the initiative to screw him?

It is said that this person is getting bolder and bolder, and now he even dares to think like this.

I really want to open his head and see what's inside.

Jiang Li thought angrily for a while, and those adjectives popped up in his head again - his hair was messy, he was panting, and his eyes were unyielding.
The adjectives that popped up automatically formed a picture in her mind, and it became clearer and clearer. She was so tortured that she couldn't move, her hair was messy, she was panting, and she looked at her unyieldingly.
"Pooh!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Li quickly interrupted the picture in his mind and spat hard.

She decided not to open someone's head and take a look. It must be filled with all kinds of perverted and obscene thoughts, which would dirty her eyes.

"When you spit, can you hold a piece of paper and touch it? Don't spit randomly. This is very unqualified."

"I will vomit if I want to, and I want you to take care of it!"

"Okay, you can spit it out." The loud voice seemed reasonable. After being shouted at like this, Lin Luo's tone involuntarily weakened, and he did not dare to care about her.

Anyway, it’s just a second-hand bun, and you’re the emperor, so you can spit it out at will, even in my mouth... It doesn’t seem to work, it’s a bit perverted.

"The Condor Heroes, help me fight. I want to see this."

When she got home, Jiang Li turned on the computer. She couldn't input by hand on the computer, and she couldn't type on the keyboard, so she had no choice but to ask Lin Luo for help.

"You searched for Xiao Longnu on your phone, right?"

Lin Luo raised his hand and tapped the keyboard to type in the words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". He highly recommended this TV series. From a certain aspect, it was about love.

The current emperor only has a simple and unpretentious understanding of life as living together. Maybe after reading this, it will trigger some thoughts about love.

The reason why he chose the 16 version of the Divine Condor was not because of its high degree of restoration or how good the plot was. He mainly went there for Liu Yifei. I heard that the immortal sister was only [-] years old when she filmed this drama, and she practiced dancing all year round, so she brought that kind of fairy into the air. The feeling of airiness is vividly displayed.

It was in line with his imagination of Xiao Longnu.

In fact, the emperor's appearance and temperament alone fit the image of the little dragon girl in his mind, with a gorgeous appearance and a cold temperament.

It's a pity that she has too many ideas and is far less innocent than Xiao Longnu.

Lin Luo didn't know where her thoughts were going. Jiang Li had already entered the drama-watching mode and even took out her warm baby. Now that she didn't hold her warm baby while watching the drama, she always felt like she was missing something.

"What kind of mental illness does Chen Zhenzhen have? I heard she said she wanted to teach you martial arts. Is this the kind of martial arts she was talking about?"

"Absolutely. I've seen her practicing, sitting cross-legged and meditating. Didn't she say she was obsessed with it at that time? She must have imagined that she was this kind of person with inner strength."

"This kind of flying around is also a special effect?"

"No, it's a hanging wire. It's pulled by a wire to fly in the sky. It will be processed later to make it look like a person flying in the sky."

The plot has just begun. At this moment, Guo Jing takes Xiao Yang to the Quanzhen Mountain Gate and uses the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to send people flying around.

Lin Luo added: "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms used by Guo Jing are special effects."

Jiang Li nodded lightly and asked, "Looking at the attire of these people, which ancient dynasty do they seem to belong to?"

"The background belongs to the Southern Song Dynasty." "That martial arts move is named after subduing the dragon. Doesn't it violate the taboo of the Southern Song emperor?"

"Don't think too much about it. This is a TV series adapted from a novel. It is normal for there to be some loose ends in the novel."

At this point, Lin Luo thought of something, smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I thought about letting you write novels to make money."

These words caught Jiang Li's attention. She turned around and said, "I don't need an ID card to write a novel? Or can I use yours just like when I shoot videos?"

"You can use mine."

"How much money can you make by writing novels?"

"There are scorers who earn hundreds or tens of millions, but there are only a few of them. There are also a small number of people who earn [-] yuan a month, and more authors just work full time and earn [-] yuan a month. Three thousand."

This sounds more profitable than me making videos... Jiang Li pursed his lips and asked, "How should I write a novel?"

"You want to write?"

"Isn't it possible?" Jiang Li said seriously: "I don't want to go too far. Hundreds of millions of me don't want this, and even [-] me don't want it.

You just said "Hongquanqin". Since you used the word "Hong", it means that even if you are doing errands, you can earn two or three thousand a month, right? "

"Besides, it doesn't take much time for me to write and shoot videos every day. It doesn't even take half an hour. I have a lot of free time, so I can have the best of both worlds."

Lin Luo had to admit that what she said made sense, but...
"Writing a novel is not as simple as you think. First of all, you don't know how to type on the keyboard. Of course, we can buy you a writing pad, but even if you work hard, you have to write at least [-] words a day. Others type, but you write. Writing four thousand words is much more tiring than typing out four thousand words.”

In fact, typing is also very tiring. When she was taking online classes in college, Lin Luo once serialized a novel on Dianniang. After three months of perfect attendance, she gave up writing.

At that time, I was reading other people's novels, and I was thinking that it would be enough if I didn't have any hands. How could I update ten thousand words a day, and I would be done if I just had to write with all my strength?
When it comes time to actually write it, whoever likes to write this crappy book, four thousand words a day, is really going to kill me.

"You may think that when I was in Daqi, I processed so many memorials every day, and the comments written on them were countless words. It was only four thousand words, which is nothing.

But there is a difference between the two, and even if you just want to have perfect attendance, you must first ensure that your book can be signed. "

"Is it difficult to sign this contract?"

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. As long as the words and sentences in your book are smooth and make people want to read on, that's fine."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, "Is this okay without hands?"

Very good, I had the same idea as before. Lin Luo didn't intend to persuade her anymore. Generally speaking, people who say this kind of thing would never be able to persuade her.

"Then you can give it a try, download it as a starting point, take a look at it, learn from it, see how other people's novels are written, and then learn to write one yourself."

"Do you need to learn this? Novels are just scripts, they are just making up stories."

"."

Lin Luo seemed to see a person rushing to the street. Generally, people with this kind of mentality would rush to death.

Through his eyes, Jiang Li could faintly see a kind of compassion, and he frowned and said, "What's that look in your eyes?"

".So what kind of story are you going to make up?"

Jiang Lim was silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Where did you decide to start from?"

(End of this chapter)