Plagiarist Superstar in Another World

“What are you doing?” In the room, Su Youwei tried to play the cello, but still strange.

This morning, Song Ren was using these instruments to give her a unique and exclusive concert.

At this moment, he was lying on the table, holding a pen and paper and writing something.

Su Youwei cautiously put down the instrument, came over curiously, picked up a few sheets of paper already written and looked at them.

This seems to be a story, and the names appearing on it are familiar.

Soon she looked inconceivable: “This is, Novel of the Southern Emperor grandfather” Break Through the Wasteland “? Are you going to continue writing?”

How can Su Youwei not be shocked? In her impression, Song Ren is from a remote town, perhaps because of the relationship between Teacher and Spirit Flower Pavilion, can make such beautiful music.

It is not easy for a person to achieve something so extreme. Nowadays, the dynasty regards his music as a famous song in the army. It can be said that Peak has enjoyed the honor of a musician.

And at first sight, he was still studying in the academy, how could he still have the energy to learn to be Novel?

Nan Huangtong grandfather’s book, she is of course paying attention to, whether it is his writing Peak or to save his life.

However, since the end of the period, it has not been written for 20 days.

She even gave up on her own, and the Grand Emperor grandfather even avoided meeting her.

She knew that because of her condition and medicine, everyone’s pressure was now on him.

She was guilty and involved so many people.

So, she is already preparing for her own aftermath, but now Song Ren is writing a continuation, which seems to be very good?

[Beginning of the Pharmacopoeia], [8-color Fire Lotus], [Ancient Boundary], looking at several directories written by Song Ren himself, and the chapter content that has been written now, the style is infinitely close to the chapter that Southern Grandfather broke.

I don’t know if I thought it was written by one person.

Song Ren also had no choice. He wanted to continue to write Nan Huangtong’s disconnected chapters, but also to maintain quality and quantity. Some relationships and things should be deserved. No 200,000 words would not work, although he had already redeemed it from system. The full version of Battle Through The Heavens.

However, this takes time and energy, and Su Youwei has only more than a month left, which is still the most optimistic.

Novelly on Heavenly Dao is written with a divine sense as a pen and a mind for ink, and an author can only open his own background. Heavenly Dao will recognize the atmosphere that each author originally registered.

So, Song Ren can’t update Novel for Nan Huangtong. All he can do is write the story with a pen in this month and then Nan Huangtong can’t copy it.

The gunman, he is now a real gunman, and has no time to delay.

Write out 200,000 words in a short time while revising.

After hearing Su Youwei’s words and looking at her morbid face, Song Ren paused and joked: “I’m writing blindly. After all, the most popular person in this world is Novel. Whenever I see these authors, I can illuminate Deity. I I don’t know how envious it is. “

Su Youwei stopped talking.

“So I try first. Anyway, there is nothing in it. In fact, Nan Huang Senior just entered a misunderstanding. As a person outside the circle, he can see more clearly. I just do n’t know if Nan Huang Senior can see my new writing These messy 7 8 bad things. “

Su Youwei looked at the content on the paper and saw Song Ren’s serious face.

He believes that Song Ren is a beginner, but a first-time Scholar writes it so well, isn’t it too much to fight against other laborious authors who have done nothing for decades.

Just like the sentence on the paper: “Terror is so!”

After being shocked, Su Youwei was actually moved, and his heart was warm.

Everyone knows how hard and painstaking it is to write Novel, especially Novel that has been recognized by Heavenly Dao.

Song Ren has been doing all he can to make music, and now suddenly switched to writing Novel, and continues to write about Southern Grandfather, all for her.

However, the risk of taking this risk was too great, so that a Sage’s Composition writer updated it with a text written by someone who has never written Novel, which is an insult and a face.

Nan Huangtong grandfather’s biggest wish in this life is to write a Novel out of the human Deity, and now he has seen hope.

If Novel is finished because of Song Ren’s participation, Deity can’t get out, what will happen?

Even Dad would blame him, and felt that he couldn’t save himself because of him.

Seeing Su Youwei’s eyes flushed and not talking, Song Ren quickly got up and said, “What, no? I think the content is OK.”

Su Youwei quickly went to grab the written text on the desk: “Do n’t write, it ’s not good to do your music well, do n’t mix things about Novel. Everyone has his own life. God is doomed. I want to write Novel in the future. Register yourself and write a Sage’s Composition writer’s book, but it won’t be your turn to comment. “

Su Youwei just grabbed a few pages, but some of them fluttered out of the window. Su Youwei was shocked and hurriedly wanted to grab it. The other hand outside the window appeared and took it in his palm.

“Dad, that’s what Song Ren did,” Su Youwei said anxiously.

Seeing Su Yangxuan’s look, Song Ren was speechless.

Why do you always like to squat on the wall, so grown up, do you want to nod your face.

However, he probably understands Su Youwei’s concerns.

It’s all for your own good.

Su Yangxuan looked at the content on the paper, kept nodded, and then stretched out his hand.

Su Youwei quickly turned his back and wanted to tear the draft in his hand. Next moment, Su Yangxuan had arrived behind Su Youwei, and fluttered away.

“Dad, how are you doing this now–” Su Youwei complained.

Su Yangxuan grabbed the draft and froze coldly: “Your father and I are like this now, any hope that can save you will I not let go, girl, without you, the entire Divine Sea of ​​Chaos, the only thing left is me Alone, I’m scared and more lonely.

Song Xiaozi just said something right, sometimes standing outside and seeing it more clearly, isn’t it a draft, let you look at the grandfather of the emperor. “

“but–“

Su Youwei’s words were not finished, but Su Yangxuan, who was standing in front of her and talking to her, became slowly transparent, because she left so fast that the silhouette didn’t have time to dissipate.

Su Youwei stomped angrily and turned to look at Song Ren.

Song Ren shrugged: “Your dad is too insignificant. Let’s be alone. I can’t do anything shy with you. He keeps shaking so that I always feel like someone is staring behind me.”

“Boy, speak carefully, this is my place.” As soon as Song Ren had finished speaking, Su Yangxuan’s sound transmission came from his ears, making his face suddenly pale.

Quickly said: “Youwei, your father is all for your own good. You have to understand the mood of a father at this moment.”

“You also called such an intimate title?” Su Yangxuan’s sound transmission sounded again.

Song Ren was completely speechless.

Excessive.