Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 585 The Love and Killing Between the Reader and the Author (5)

"What? You're still not convinced when I say you're poorly written? I'm your only genuine reader!"

Turning his head on the first day of the junior high school, he saw Song Hanzhang raised his hand high, and he had no time to put it back in embarrassment, he snorted coldly, and continued to say, "I didn't say, you might as well move bricks, and earn dozens of times more than this every month." .”

Raising Erlang's legs, Chuyi turned around with his hands folded on his chest, and seeing Song Hanzhang's unconvinced face, he resisted the urge to poke his forehead with his fingers.

Every author has a villain who can tell stories in his heart, but some villains can tell good stories, while others can't. Obviously, the villain in Song Hanzhang's heart is mentally retarded.

For a while, only the roar of the host was left in the small room. Seeing Song Hanzhang didn’t respond at the first day, the impatience on his face could be seen that he was impatient with himself. Maybe she was too impatient, but the toilet When will the blades for a box of missions be completed.

"Put this blade away. Starting today, we will take collecting more blades as our mission. Do you understand?" Patting Song Hanzhang's shoulders, he thought he had made his words clear enough on the first day of junior high school, but Song Hanzhang still shook his head , indicating that they do not understand.

"Routines! Do you know what a routine is? Domineering president, black-bellied prince, passionate male lead, none of these things are in your article. How can you send you blades because of how much you make readers like you!"

Regarding Song Hanzhang's reaction, the first day of junior high school was very helpless, what should I do if the mission goal is too stupid?Waiting online, very urgent.

"But..." Song Hanzhang originally wanted to say, 'it's none of your business', but he thought that he was the only genuine reader on the first day of the junior high school, and for the sake of this wealthy local rich reader, he endured it!

Seeing Song Hanzhang's cowardly look, the arrogance in the heart of the first day of junior high school dissipated immediately.

Forget it, there is no rush with someone like him.

"Don't you want to become a god and face each other with famous authors? Or do you want to degenerate for the rest of your life, Song Hanzhang, what was your original intention when you wrote? Think about it carefully, is the current you worthy of the original self?"

On the first day of junior high school, he deliberately said something serious. He thought his words could impress him, but he didn't expect Song Hanzhang to be so thick-skinned. Not only did he dare to shake his head at himself, but he also said that he didn't have much ambition?

First day:? ? ?Where's my knife in the toilet?
Toilet, "Ding, host, please calm down, the host's task has not been completed, as long as the host completes the task, what will happen to the male lead, let the host do it!"

The words of the toilet immediately made the first day feel comfortable, "Really? Draw up a contract, I want real evidence!"

The hairy Song Hanzhang who was watched: Why do you feel your neck is so cold?Is autumn coming?

The first day of junior high school who got the contract was finally relieved. She moved the mouse, opened a document again, and then got up and left the computer desk.

Patting Song Hanzhang's shoulders with his hands, he looked at him with gratified eyes, smiling like a strange aunt who kidnapped and sold children, "Let's start, your road to becoming a god."

Song Hanzhang, who was hurt by the beating, had never been threatened like this. He thought that his fans came to see him to show how much she loved him, the author, but he didn't expect that he would welcome a tigress into the house.

Unfortunately for the family!Family misfortune!

With trembling hands resting on the keyboard, Song Hanzhang felt that his mind was like a blank sheet of paper with nothing on it.

(End of this chapter)