Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

Hall suddenly put his hands on his hips and straightened his chest.

"Ask why I know this...because I'm the same person as you."

In Cook's eyes, the familiar dad suddenly no longer looked slovenly, his body became taller and more powerful, his whole body shone with dazzling light, and he became extremely handsome.

In particular, the golden and huge "color" character in the background, combined with Hall's heroic image, perfectly sets off Hall's stature.

This, is this the legendary 'General of Color'?

"Color General" for short?

The sense of admiration is like a torrential river, continuous and almost overflowing in Cook's heart.

After hearing Hall's words, Cook seemed to be struck by lightning, and his small body trembled violently.

It feels like somewhere in the dark, something has produced a huge resonance.

Some kind of switch button was pressed.

The long-cherished wish of the previous life... and the blood of the Lei family, like intricate DNA, are finally perfectly combined.

This feeling is rebirth.

Yes, it is the feeling of rebirth.

"Yes, that's it. Write it. Pick up your pen and describe it on paper. Show Cook's strongest strength and write what Cook wants to write most. Respect the male instinct and make the soft and fluffy female Naiko, write down the slender and handsome white legs, the elastic buttocks, and the graceful waist. I will describe it exhaustively. Write down the sexiest thing. Come and empty out my body."

Hall continued his impassioned speech.

The words "Nonnako", "big white legs", "butt" and "waist" all rushed into Cook's head like wild horses running wild.

Cook felt his body explode.

Hundreds of naked teachers who were sealed in the memory of 20t flew out at once, twisting their sexy bodies, standing beside Cook in different poses like generals.

With the huge, golden, shining word "色" as the background, some of the teachers lay at Cook's feet, some held their arms around Cook's neck, and some stood beside Cook...

All the teachers were smiling, their eyes focused on Hall like Cook's.

And Cook remained seated, as majestic and domineering as a king sitting on the throne.

This scene is like an extraordinary painting, instilling awe in anyone who sees it.

The cherry blossom pattern on Cook's arm began to flash uncontrollably.

Cook felt... something in the hand holding the pen.

Something I've always longed for.

That's...'power'.

The power that has been sealed by the morality of the previous life.

The huge power makes people unable to control the terrifying power of 'chicken movement'.

Hall's voice interrupted Cook's thinking.

When his consciousness returned to reality, Cook saw the old general leaning slightly and saluting Cook.

Hall's magnetic voice echoed in Cook's small warehouse.

"I... seemed to have seen the birth of the 'King'."

At that moment... the 'King of Color' was born.

Referred to as 'Sex King'.

On the old general's slightly aged face, there was an expression of incomparable relief.

Cook also stood up, the corners of his mouth were greatly bent, and he stretched out his hand.

"Grandpa Huoer is...the strength is beyond doubt. Hold your head up. Your achievements are worthy of your status as a general, and you can live with your chest held high."

Hall looked up, and joined Cook's hand.

"Hmph. You are obviously a new king, how dare you say that. But I believe that the monster in your body will make you grow into a stronger person than me. I look forward to seeing your glorious future."

"of course."

The big hand and the small hand were clasped together, and a huge word '色' flashed behind their backs.

This classic scene will go down in history forever.

The old general and the young man recognized each other.

After the heart-to-heart connection, the camaraderie beyond friendship was born.

"So, what exactly should you write?"

"Write a story about an old man being trampled by a beautiful woman."

"I reject."

"Hey!!!!"

The friendship was instantly shattered.

..........

"I understand about writing books. Little O books are indeed what I am good at. I have always wanted to write. So, does Grandpa Hall have any requirements for stories?"

After reaching a consensus on the aspect of being satyrs, Cook and Hall sat down again to discuss the situation of writing the book.

Since it is a custom-made story, you cannot write it casually based on your own ideas.It is necessary to arrange the plot in a planned way according to the needs of the customers.

Cook asked Hall with squinted eyes, but he was not completely clueless.

After hearing what Cook said, Hall immediately started shouting excitedly.

"Of course it has to be a story about an old general being trampled by a beautiful woman. There should also be a whip on the butt."

Just know that.

After hearing Hall's excited explanation, Cook responded with a strong attitude almost without thinking.

"I reject."

"Hey."

The old man let out such an unseemly cry, it was not cute at all.

"Wait, Cook.... Didn't we reach a consensus? I will pay the money before. Why, why not?"

Cook looked at poor Hall with serious eyes without any flaws.

"It has nothing to do with those. It's purely my personal preference. It's my insistence. No matter how much money you give me, even if you put a knife on my neck and threaten me, I won't compromise. I will never write about a middle-aged uncle. The complex of being tied into rice dumplings and then being whipped... is so disgusting."

Cook flexed his fingers and said frantically, as if he thought of something bad, suddenly his face turned pale, and he lowered his head and made a gesture of wanting to vomit.

Chapter 125: The mood of mother breaking in when doing certain things

"I'm a resolute Bishoujo pie. Even if I write that kind of humiliation story, I am determined to write about girls."

After coughing a few times, Cook raised his head and said resolutely.

"Tie up the big sisters, watch them look shy, and let the big sisters show their most slutty side. Let them cry out in pain, 'No, no'... This is my mission as a 'king' ."

Seeing Cook's super serious look, Hall was moved to tears.

"No, he is worthy of being a 'king' man. His faith is strong and will not waver at all. I admire you so much. Then, I will give you 2 more gold coins..."

"Reject. Whatever it is. If it doesn't work, it won't work. There's nothing to talk about."

Hall was utterly devastated.

The old general seemed to have aged 10 years all of a sudden, his arms hanging down weakly.

However, after only being silent for half a second, Hall cheered up again.Not to mention the sparkling eyes, it was as if the word '色' that had just cracked and broken into several pieces had been taped up again and was still hanging conspicuously behind Hall's back.

The speed of resurrection is so fast that he deserves the title of 'General Color'.

A general will not fall easily.

"That's good. According to what you said, write the protagonist as a woman. I can just imagine myself as myself."

"Hey....It's still disgusting. When I heard that Grandpa Hall planned to read my novel like this, I resisted it all over my body."

"This is the best way. I have made a huge compromise and taken a step back. Cook, you must not refuse. Otherwise, it will be a shame for our friendship."

Unable to resist Hall, Cook happened to be inspired by the desire to write a photo book, so Cook agreed with a sigh.

"Okay. That's it... Because to make up for Grandpa Hall making me think of disgusting things, to make up for the huge harm you caused to my immature mind, I want to collect another 2 gold coins."

"Also, I need money. Cook, you are so dark. Besides, you just said something disgusting. You said I am a disgusting thing? You are the worst guy."

Cook stuck out his tongue triumphantly, and he finally figured out the anger he had been teased by Hall before.

Of course, Cook didn't ask for the 2 gold coins.

Reaching a consensus again, Cook and Hall looked at each other and nodded.

The next step is to customize the novel, which is about the specific requirements of customers.

Cook and Hall had a heated discussion.

"Would you prefer a rope or a chain?"

"I'm a rope guy."

"Then the rope is ready. Is it tied like this? Before describing it, let me draw it first."

"This, this is good. This is simply a work of art. This, what is this called? I have never seen such exquisite ropes before."

"This should be called turtle shell binding... because the grid between the ropes resembles the shell of a turtle, so that's why it was named this."

"Okay, so powerful. I read it right. Cook knows a lot of powerful things. There is a treasure house in your head. My king, I am determined to follow you."

"Hee hee. It's not that powerful."

"You must teach this to Xiaomei. I, I want her to play with me next time."

"I reject."

"Hey...then, give it to me. I'm going to practice."

In short, in order to satisfy Mr. Hall's taste, it was agreed to write a novel of the category of abuse.

It is also referred to as MS in the previous life.

Speaking of MS, there was a classic saying that 'the MS in the Federation are all monsters'.

....

In the dark and narrow warehouse, the old man and the young man were blushing, huddled together under the dim light in front of the desk, discussing in a low voice but excitedly.

Evil laughter echoed in the room from time to time.

If an uninformed person rushes in rashly, he will definitely mistakenly think that he has entered the devil's lair.What I heard in my ears were all the whispers of demons.

Just when Hall and Cook, because of the strong resonance, forgot the world and devoted all their attention to discussing the content of the novel h.The warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.

"Master, Grandpa Hall, I'm here to deliver fruit."

The young and lovely voice of the girl broke the calm of the dim room and echoed softly in the warehouse.

Just as Sashi wanted to say hello to Cook and Hall, she saw a strange scene of two people sitting on the ground with frightened faces.

Cook and Hall, who were sitting on the ground instead of chairs, were sweating, breathing heavily, and staring at Suzy with wide eyes.Cook also hid a lot of toilet paper behind his back in a posture where his body was twisted more than it was natural.

Looking at the two people acting strangely, Sha Xi blinked her big eyes, tilted her head, and asked curiously.

"Master, Grandpa Hall, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Being looked at by Sasi with pure eyes, both Hall and Cook broke out in cold sweat.

"Yes, yes. Why are we sitting on the ground? Grandpa Hall, we, why are we sitting on the ground."

"Hahaha. Where am I... Haha, I must be sitting on the ground because I am tired from sitting on the chair."

Saxi stared at Hall and Cook even more puzzled.

"Tired of sitting on a chair? So sit on the floor. Does it make a difference? Is it more comfortable to sit on the floor than a chair?"

Hall and Cook quickly stood up and ran to Sasi to explain hurriedly.

"That's right. Grandpa Hall is right. I've been writing novels, but my body hurts after sitting for a long time. So I have to sit on the floor. This, this is a kind of activity to relax the body."