You Are My Wings

He just rolled up his sleeves, wiped the stream on his arm, and let out a slow breath.

"Pillars of the Gods...A disciple of Klein Johnson?"

Saying that, regardless of the reaction of the black people on the uphill, Qin Hao murmured to himself, "Master, it's not that I didn't listen to you to find them trouble. They came to the door by themselves..."

Then he looked up at the black man up the hill with a big smile.

"It's been a long time since I've had a good fight with anyone... Since you're the five-pillar god of the pillar of the gods, you should at least be able to take a beating, right?"

"Huh?" Samuel was a little dazed.

Before he could react, Qin Hao in the stream had disappeared.

As if he had never been there before, the man who stood by the stream one second and smiled brightly at him disappeared from his sight the next.

Samuel subconsciously wanted to glance around to find the whereabouts of the target.

However, the violent fist wind had already set off beside him.

The next second, a huge fist slammed heavily on his back.

Bajiquan!Stand up to the sky!

In the rumbling sound, a dark human body exploded like fireworks in the dark night.

Countless blood plasma splashed in all directions, dyeing the hillside a strange color.

Only Qin Hao with a blank face was left standing in the middle of the hillside, looking at the pile of bloodstains in front of him, sluggish and hesitant.

"what's the situation?"

Looking at the scene in front of him with a look of horror, Qin Hao was motionless and stunned.

"So... weak?"

He looked down at his fist, and then looked at the surrounding blood plasma, which had been directly smashed to such an extent that not even a little larger fragment remained.

No real bones left...

Qin Hao was a little sluggish, "Isn't it...Isn't this the Demon King of the Pillar of the Gods? Why is it so fragile..."

"Should I keep my hands..."

"But he obviously looks so powerful!"

In Qin Hao's painful cry, the clothes that he threw to the stream, his most expensive and high-end clothes, which are only worn when going out to meet customers, and the [-] yuan coat were hurried by him. The stream swept away, and then flowed to the downstream of the stream, and finally disappeared at the end of the waterfall.

Ten seconds later, Qin Hao's panicked scream came from above the waterfall.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then a dark figure jumped down from the top of the waterfall cliff, chasing the dress.

Below, is a cliff with a vertical drop of at least [-] meters...

In the dark mountains, it was quiet.

ps: Calvinka makes me so uncomfortable, do I have to write it according to the outline?Ahhhhh...I don't agree!

I want to let go of myself!

There is really no way...

I can't write this kind of thing, really... no way

After struggling for so long, I really found that I had absolutely no inspiration to write the next plot.

Although if I reopen the main story, such as adding some heroic spirit, another world, crossing, anti-traveling and other plots, I can probably continue another wave, just like "Daughter is Always Crossed", collapse, collapse. Ah, it collapsed all the way, and it is estimated that hundreds of thousands of words will collapse.

But what's the point of that...

I put so much effort into the book Wings at the beginning, and placed such high hopes, not to get good results, but just to finish writing a story completely, with a beginning and an end, and in the end it was collapsed.

To be honest, when the plot first collapsed, I began to doubt life.

Maybe I'm not suitable for writing novels...

Or, I can only write a few hundred thousand words of short stories?Crashing as soon as you write a long story?

Looking back now, it seems that every novel I write has a hidden danger of collapse from the very beginning.But why didn't I see it?Or maybe I can see it, but still force it?Subconsciously unwilling to believe in evil?

In short, the wings are temporarily useless.

In other words, with my current ability, there is currently no way to give a new, suitable and interesting mainline to continue writing, which has blinded me so many plot outlines.

Sure enough, the pastor is right, there is an outline and it is useful, and if there is a problem with the outline, the plot still cannot be written... Maybe my outline setting is not interesting enough from the beginning?

Look to the sky...

In the future, maybe I will have enough ability and writing power to continue the wings, give Li Mubai, Xiaoya, Qingqing, and give them all a perfect and happy ending.

But now, I really have no way to continue writing.

Forcibly write it down, if it fails to collapse, it can only destroy the beauty of the early wings... if there is still beauty.

Everyone, goodbye.

Feel sorry……