Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

Seeing Shaxi like this, Cook suddenly stood up.

"Saxi, come here."

"what?"

I don't know what else Cook is going to do.

The little maid made a cute questioning sound, but she still walked to Cook obediently.

Without giving Shaxi a reaction, Cook hugged Shaxi tightly.

"Young master."

Being hugged suddenly, Shaxi blushed and questioned shyly.

Cook narrowed his eyes, hugging Shaxi as if enjoying himself.She kept sucking air from Saxi through her nose.

"I'm alive. Every time I feel distressed, as long as Sasi is by my side, I can cheer up. Sasi is simply my goddess. Thanks to Sasi, I can persevere until now."

Cook said with satisfaction.

"The Shaxi element has been replenished. It is full of energy."

"It is right to support the young master. I, I am the one who has been taken care of by the young master..."

The flushed little maid became hesitant, not knowing how to express her feelings.

"Okay. Thanks Sassi. I can work again."

Just as Cook was about to let go of Shaxi, the small voice of little loli reached his ears.

"Many, it's okay to hug for a while."

After hearing what Shaxi said, Cook laughed badly.

"Then I'm welcome."

"Hee hee. The young master smells like ink all over his body."

"Saxi doesn't like it?"

"No, I like it very much. It's a reassuring smell. The young master is warm and comfortable."

"Saxi is soft and comfortable."

Outside the door, Nina pulled away Sylph who had been peeping from just now.

"It's true of you. How many times have you done it? How come you can't learn well. You look a little bit grown-up."

"I don't know why, these two comforting each other was originally a very warm scene, but I couldn't help picking up the torch. The body will react naturally...I, I am also very helpless."

Today is also a sunny and peaceful day.

...........

Speaking of writing a book, sometimes, the author will have the urge to put aside the story he is writing and write some whimsical stories that have nothing to do with the story being serialized.

A certain famous author turned out to be a master of Lifan novels.A certain famous artist is actually also drawing h manga and so on.

This kind of thing happened frequently in the previous life.

Rather, every serious writer has a creative heart.

Cook would have the same urge.

"Slightly Hot Paradise" is being serialized, and it has been well received.Ordinarily, Cook should concentrate on writing "Slightly Hot Paradise".But like a shift in thinking, Cook suddenly had the urge to write one or two other short stories.It's still bigger than "Slightly Hot Paradise", a small story that is really h for the sake of h, and has no other connotations.

Speaking of why Cook suddenly had such an urge, I have to talk about another person.

A regular customer of Night Butterfly, he looks like a slovenly middle-aged uncle, but he is actually the general who leads the Dahal Death House Army.

Papa Hall.

The whole thing started a few days ago.

At that time, Cook was using his free time to write books as usual, and Hall suddenly came to visit Cook.

I didn't go to Xiaomei to find Tan, but to find Cook.This made Cook feel both fresh and bewildered.

"Cut. Xiaomei already has an appointment. I came to Cook because I couldn't get in line. If Xiaomei is idle, I wouldn't come."

Cook looked at this careless old man who made no secret of his bad habits and had a red face that was immersed in bad fantasies. He looked embarrassed and his eyebrows furrowed uncontrollably.

Chapter 123: Entrustment from Comrade

"This kind of statement, it seems that I am Miss Xiaomei's alternative plan. I can't be happy at all."

By the way, Miss Xiaomei is really welcome.Do you need to make an appointment if the business is good?

Get rid of the messy thoughts in your head.Cook looked at Hall again.

No matter what people say, he is also a general.Even if it's so bad that it makes people dislike it, at least it has to be given some face.

And Hall has a boldness comparable to Sylph, no, a big personality.After hearing Cook's complaint, he was completely lifeless, and laughed while grabbing his disheveled hair.

Cook suddenly felt that... his personality is bold, no, Da Tiao...may be a common problem of older people.

But I can only say this in my heart. If Sylph hears it, Cook will be punished with facial cleanser again.

Cook sighed, wanting to deal with the matter as soon as possible, and the feeling of sending the stinky old man away drove Cook to open his mouth.

"So, what does Grandpa Hall want from me? I don't want to step on you."

"I won't be happy if you step on me. Cut, don't make me sound like a pervert."

Cook almost yelled 'Only you are not qualified to say this. '

Is Master Hall's perversion still news?Isn't it something everyone has long been accustomed to?

Who else doesn’t know Uncle Hall’s hobbies?Then he must not have read the book well?

Cook narrowed his eyes, resisting the desire to complain, and opened his mouth again.

"Then, why are you looking for me? The army is in trouble again?"

It won't be after the autumn to settle accounts, let Cook be held accountable for turning soldiers into dead houses.

That's what great people do.It's good to promise with all your mouth, but when the time comes, you will turn your back on it.

Anyway, Cook didn't take Hall's words that he didn't hold Cook accountable to heart.

If it is really for this matter.

Then Cook is going to pack up and get out of the way.He fled quickly with the soft Saxi and a large sum of gold coins.

"No, no. The army is very good, no problem at all. You little brat, you are too preconceived."

Isn't it about the army?Then there is no need to run away.

Not a service that wants to be stepped on, or holding the military accountable?What's that?

I can't think of what else Master Hall wants to do with me.

Cook frowned uncontrollably again.

Finding Cook's expression amusing, Hall put his hands over his mouth, playing a guessing trick.

Watching a bearded dad acting cute and playing a guessing game... Cook's irritability level instantly exceeded the limit.

The nameless fire is burning, don't want it.

Before Hall could react, Cook started pushing him, driving him out of the warehouse.

"Go out if you have nothing to do, don't delay me writing novels here. I don't have time to spend time with my grandpa who becomes boring without my sister stepping on me. I have too many things to do."

"You guy actually drove me away. Wait, wait. I really have something to discuss with you. Okay, okay, no kidding. I came here specifically to find you....okay...yes Looking for Xiaomei was fruitless, so I came here specifically to find you."

"That can no longer be called a specialization."

Although he is old, he is an active general after all.Although Cook is a reborn, he is a reborn without any power.The power now is that of an ordinary 11-year-old kid.

Comparing the two, it is clear at a glance who has the stronger fighting power.

After pushing and shoving for a long time, Cook exhausted himself to death, and Hall didn't move at all.The old man had a smug smile on his face, and compared the scissors hands.

He is really childish. What is there to be proud of when an active general beats an 11-year-old child in a strength contest?

Cook also saw that the old man was determined to stay here.

There is no way to drive him away until he is satisfied.

The skin is thick enough.

Cook sighed, thinking that today's plan to write a novel was ruined.Take it as a benefit, like a grandson with a grandpa, let's chat with this terrible old man to pass the time.

As if Cook had given up, he returned to his seat with his head downcast.

"Forget it. So what exactly is Grandpa Hall talking about?"

Maybe it was enough to tease Cook, Hall also sat down on the small bed in the warehouse with a smile on his face.The small bed originally tailored for Cook's figure was pressed by Hall's huge body, making a shriveled sound, making people worry whether it would be broken.

"Actually, I'm here today to ask Cook to help me write a novel."

I thought that Hall was here to make trouble, but I didn't expect that he really had a request.This surprised Cook a bit.

"Write a novel? Help Grandpa Hall write a novel?"

Because Cook didn't understand Hall's meaning, he reflexively repeated Hall's words.

Hall nodded, and smiled a little wickedly again.

"Yes. Exactly what you said."

"Wait, wait. As for the novel, haven't I been writing it? The sixth volume of "Mild Heat Paradise" will be finished soon. When the book is copied, it will be sold to everyone. Everyone can get the new book. Come I will also leave a volume for Grandpa Hall every time. There is no need to write it separately for Grandpa Hall."

Hall conveniently put it on Cook's bedside, and Cook picked up the hardcover version of "Slightly Hot Paradise" and flipped through it.After simply flipping through it, I carefully put the Slightly Hot Heaven back in its original place.

Hall raised a finger and shook it in front of his face.

"No, no, no... The book writing I'm talking about doesn't mean "Slightly Hot Paradise". I want to ask Cook to help me write a book that only I want to read."

Cook didn't understand even more, and made a voice full of doubts again.

"What? I don't understand what you mean."

"I also bought "Slightly Hot Paradise. It looks good for sure. It just adds color to my boring life. Especially in this day when there is nothing to do without fighting. Thanks to you for writing this What a novel, I don’t feel bored at all. The characters in your story are not only soldiers, but also my talk. Seriously, I don’t think Alsace and Jaina are fictional now A mission, but a living... I firmly recognize the value of "Slightly Hot Paradise". And I insist on supporting you to write it down. I am super looking forward to the follow-up. If you don't write it, I may bring soldiers to block your house door."

"Then what..."

Hall rolled his eyes around, sat up on the cot, walked to the warehouse door like a thief, poked his head out of the door to investigate a few times, and after confirming that no one was there, he retracted his head again, closed the door, and tiptoed Walking up to Cook, he bent down and motioned for Cook to bring his ears closer.

Although Cook's mood almost flowed out, he obediently put his ear to him.

Hall is so cautious, is it a new military mission?

Finally, Hall's cautious yet slightly excited voice reached Cook's ears.

"That...."Slightly Hot Paradise" is good. But I really want to read that kind of pornographic book. You can see it from "Slightly Hot Paradise" written by Cook. You are very good at describing that aspect. Back then When I read the fifth volume, my barracks were almost destroyed by you. Soldiers and officers were gutted because of reading your book. Everyone said that it was more exciting than doing that kind of thing with real girls. So... ...I would like to ask you to help me write a more luscious book. I want to challenge my limits."

Chapter 124: Entrustment from Comrade

After Hall finished speaking, he slapped 3 coins into Cook's hand without giving Cook a chance to gather his thoughts.

Cook looked down and saw that it was 3 gold coins.

Hall pretended to cough lightly again.

"It's wages."

Cook looked back and forth in surprise at Hall and the gold coin in his hand.

"This, so much?"

For Cook now, maybe three gold coins are nothing.But for many people, even if they work without food or drink for a year, they may not be able to earn 1 gold coins.

3 gold coins is still a lot of money in this world.

At least, you can earn 3 gold coins by writing a few pornographic stories. This is definitely a super easy job.

"Not much, not much. After all, it is a book written just for me... Write it. Come and write it. It can be seen from your book that you really want to write this kind of story. Your Desire can't escape my eyes. Maybe it can't be written like this in the book for everyone to read, but in the book that only gives me a person, you don't need to have any scruples at all, completely open the shackles and let yourself go. Don't hide you Do what you want to do most, write what you want to write most, and what you are best at. Just like practicing swords, follow your heart."

Hall paused, making his voice full of majesty.

"I can feel it, Cook, your small body hides a huge beast. Your desire cannot be hidden from my eyes."