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"You want to borrow my identity to register an account on the novel website?"

Xisha came out of the basement with a bad look on his face.

It was not because of the identity certificate, but because Song Wenlan interrupted his work.

He was almost able to extract the rare energy in the abandoned mecha.

"Xisha, Governor, did I disturb you?"

Song Wenlan keenly sensed Xisha's mood.

"Well, the afternoon is my working time. As long as the garbage planet is not bombed, don't look for me."

Xisha said unhappily.

"Sorry, I was too anxious."

Xisha's expression eased slightly. He picked up the light brain and said, "You can register an account with my identity, but I will charge a 3% handling fee for the income generated by this account."

He temporarily added conditions as a punishment for Song Wenlan interrupting his work.

Song Wenlan simply agreed. She didn't want to use Xisha's identity certificate for nothing.

Xisha looked at Song Wenlan in surprise, as if she didn't expect her to agree.

But the extra income finally eased Xisha's little mood. He clicked a few times on the optical brain, and soon, a prompt sounded.

Song Wenlan finally registered his account on the Chongwen novel website!

"Is there anything else to do? Tell me now, and don't call me again when I enter the basement." Xisha said.

Song Wenlan kept his eyes on the account, looking for the entrance to create the book: "There is no one at present. If there are any problems in the subsequent contract, the planetary chief will need help."

Xisha was almost laughed at Song Wenlan's attitude of throwing it away after use, but thinking of his unfinished work, he finally angrily flicked his tail and turned back to the basement.

Song Wenlan listened to the friction sound of the tail and the ground in the distance, and remembered Xisha's popular science about orcs. She suddenly knew what she should write in her first book.

She wanted to write a modern brain hole article, with two demons as the protagonists.

There is no concept of demons in the interstellar era, but the setting that the demons change from monsters to humans can definitely allow interstellar people to quickly substitute in.

The strange and bizarre settings of the demon race will bring freshness to the interstellar people.

Thinking of this, Song Wenlan's heart could no longer be restrained and began to stir.

She quickly determined the general plot content and the character setting of the protagonist.

She wanted to write a vested article. What is the most interesting thing about a vested article? Of course, the husband and wife both covered their vests tightly, and when they accidentally revealed their vests, they looked at each other in surprise.

It is human nature to love to watch the excitement. No one doesn't like to watch the excitement.

Song Wenlan is even worse.

After the main plot was established, one by one, like a lively fish, jumped into Song Wenlan's mind one after another.

When interstellar people are creating, they often use virtual reality communication glasses to build the most suitable virtual space for themselves to find inspiration.

Song Wenlan has no equipment here, and she doesn't know this equipment. The only choice she can have is the projection keyboard.

But Song Wenlan didn't think the keyboard was in bad condition. On the contrary, the projection keyboard seemed very advanced to Song Wenlan. Not only could it be used for projection anytime and anywhere, but it could also select various light and sound effects.

After choosing the most basic keyboard appearance and typing sound, Song Wenlan began to write his first novel after coming to the interstellar space.

The title of the book is called "My Monster Hunter Enemy".

There is no way, Song Wenlan has the same problem as most authors, she is a bad namer.

But her bad namer is not out of place in the online literary world of the interstellar space.

Song Wenlan put ten fingers on the virtual keyboard, pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, ten fingers flew quickly, and words poured out from his fingertips one after another.

"In human life, there are all kinds of monsters hidden. They may be your friends, your lovers, or passers-by who pass by you.

Among these monsters, there are kind monsters, cruel monsters, and the most special one is the monster hunter.

Monster hunters take hunting evil monsters as their mission and maintaining peace between humans and monsters as their responsibility. They appear and disappear mysteriously, and their identities are a mystery, but behind the peaceful coexistence of humans and monsters, there are always their figures. - Chronicle of Human-Monster Peace."

This is the beginning of the novel.

The first time she wrote, Song Wenlan did not write too much. She only wrote two chapters and went to sleep at the urging of the AI ​​housekeeper.

After her novel was published, several editors in the networm tribe clicked on this novel as soon as possible.

Monster hunter is a new word. These editors are very curious about what a monster hunter is.

The first person to click on Song Wenlan's novel was an editor named "Dream Starworm".

Meng Xingchong is a new editor who has just taken office. The position of editor is equivalent to a state-owned enterprise in the group of "networms". Only the most outstanding and responsible "networms" can take up this position.

Meng Xingchong won the "Looking for Good Stories Competition Champion" for three consecutive years before successfully coming to "Chongwen Novel Network" as an editor.

He cherishes this position very much and can't wait to make a career.

As soon as he opened the article "My Monster Hunter Enemy", Meng Xingchong was amazed.

Most of the stories he usually read are love stories or struggle stories. This is the first time he has seen such an opening, and he feels that the world view is very grand.

At the same time, Meng Xingchong was also very curious about what the "demon tribe" in the author's title was.

With doubts, Meng Xingchong continued to read.

[This is a full moon night.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the desolate and dilapidated mountain village. Most of the young people in the village left here due to poverty, leaving only a few elderly people with limited mobility.

And those elderly people also died one after another half a month ago. What else is alive here? Probably only the child under the cellar.

Hu Sanli was drowsy in the huge arms. She was so petite that she was not even as long as the arms.

The heavy breathing sounded in her ears, like a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.

Hu Sanli was anxious. She wanted to wake up. If she didn't wake up, her mother would worry about her.

Perhaps because her will was too strong, Hu Sanli finally struggled to open her eyes a crack, and just one glance made her feel like she fell into an ice cellar.

Blood...

A lot of blood...

Not only blood, but also the remaining arms and legs scattered on the ground made her more terrified.

Here, it was like a slaughter scene. 】

When Dream Starworm saw this, he was also shocked like Xiao Hu Sanli, and the thread connecting the star network was almost broken.

Not only him, but also his colleagues around him exclaimed.

In front of the star network, several white threads connected several small insects emitting bright light. They looked at each other, calmed down, and put their attention on this article again.

The worry about the cubs is almost engraved in the genes of most races. Song Wenlan's opening has firmly attracted these editors.