Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

In order to protect her people from being persecuted, the princess chose to surrender and became a prisoner of the enemy.

Up to this point, the princess still maintained a noble and proud attitude. Even if she became a prisoner, she still refused to lower her noble head.

Such an attitude aroused the wrath of the enemy king.

If you want people in this country to obey you, the best way is to conquer the princess.In particular, the princess' attitude of righteousness and Ling'an's refusal to admit defeat aroused the king's strong desire to conquer.

So, next, all kinds of bad content used on the princess began.

That's right, the next step is the royal plot.

Cook sucked his saliva excitedly while writing.

"You must have the feeling of ripping your clothes off. The princess wants to spit on the king."

"There must be xxx. There must be xxx. At this time, the princess should be blushing and shy."

"Next is XXX. This one is really bad. Super bad. The Seal is about to explode."

"How about candles? I think Grandpa Hall will like it."

"If you want to be depraved, you still have to parade.... Being watched by everyone, the sense of shame is definitely a huge blow to the will to eliminate the princess."

"Also, and.....All kinds of ideas pop up uncontrollably. I'm simply a genius."

Cook recorded quickly, and the right hand that was shining with the holy seal left an afterimage on the table.

While recording quickly, Yi couldn't control his excitement and let out all kinds of strange noises.

"Ahahaha. Ahhahaha."

In the dark and small room, under the weak light of the magic mine lamp, a young man whose face could not be seen clearly lay on the table, writing furiously while making a chilling laugh.

The whole picture gives people an eerie feeling.

If someone broke in at this time, they would be scared to death.

The man's strange cry also came from the warehouse, reaching the ears of the guests who came to visit Butterfly of the Night.

The guests stopped and watched, with horror on their faces.

Listening to the strange screams and seeing the restless and trembling guests, the big sisters couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Cook is having another fit."

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop looking. That's the monkey we raised at Night Butterfly. There's nothing new. There's nothing new."

"Keep playing, keep playing. Don't mind. It's really just monkeys."

In other words, if you call the god of nightclubs a monkey, aren't you afraid of retribution?

………….

The outline is basically like this.

After revision after revision, Cook's expectations for this book are now quite high.

If it is written well, this will definitely become a milestone turning point in the history of the development of small Owen in this world.

Cook may be able to leave his name in history because of this.

But think about it, it's too shameful to leave history with the title of Xiao O's book.

"The next question....Who is the sexiest person in history? Ask student Wang Xiaoming to answer."

"It's Cook Q Lei. The person who wrote a lot of small O books. He is known as the first emperor of sex in history."

"The answer is very good, please sit down. As Wang Xiaoming said, he is the most erotic person in history. He created a great era known as the 'Golden Age of Sex' in history. Because of his influence, people in that era are not If you can recite a few short passages, you will be looked down upon by others... Good boy, don't imitate him."

It's too shameful, really too shameful.Thinking about it, I have the urge to cover my face and roll on the ground.

So forget it.

Anyway, this is also a terrible thing to satisfy Hall's desire alone.It will not spread, so the above situation will never occur.

Cook breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Then, before you start writing, there is one more important thing to do.

That is... give this upcoming work a nice name.

No matter how short it is, whether it is for many readers or not, as long as it is a work, it is like a child to a novelist.

It was created by myself.

The author's sweat and soul permeate the novel.

It is also entitled to have a name that belongs only to it.

After Cook closed his eyes and thought, he opened them again, with joy shining in his eyes.

Cook picked up the tissue paper and held it high above his head.

"I declare that from today onwards, your name will be "Desired Beast"."

Therefore, the official creation of "Desire to Beast" was put on the agenda.

Speaking of which, Sylve and Nina secretly wrote "The Beast of Desire" while hiding from the curious Sasi, and Cook also tasted the thrills that the princess in the novel experienced.

There is a wonderful feeling of secretly doing boy things behind the back of mother, elder sister and younger sister.

...........

It is late autumn and the army does not need to fight.

At this time, farmers want to harvest crops.And the harvested crops have to be taken as taxes and handed over to the lower-level nobles who manage the territory.

Chapter 128: Change

Farmers harvest and hand in their crops, and the lowest-level nobles, who have a vague boundary with farmers, count the crops handed in by farmers, and most of the time they also help farmers harvest grain.

Therefore, this time period is often the busiest time for peasants and lower noble families.

Not to mention the lower-level aristocratic families like the Lei family who can stay at home all year round without being called, even the soldiers of the permanent army are allowed to go home as a special case to help deal with the important livelihood issues of the family.

Because the soldiers had all gone home, the whole military camp suddenly became quiet.

Without soldiers, there are no daily training tasks, and Hall, where his hometown is in Dahar, seems even more boring.I spent almost the whole day in the Night Butterfly.

The old pervert will touch the big sisters' ass, tell dirty jokes to the guests, suck on his saliva and laugh, and do some nasty harassment.

The bad old man among the beauties has become a different kind of landscape for Butterfly of the Night.

Although this is a nightclub, it is normal to be touched by customers a few times, but being touched all the time by salty pig hands makes me feel irritable.

The big sisters uphold the spirit of service and still maintain a smiling face, but as long as they are not fools, they can hear the strong long-cherished wish to drive Hall away from everyone's words.

"Isn't this Master Hall? Are you still alive?"

"Yeah. I'm already an adult. How about a little bit of winking and following our wishes?"

"Wait, wait for Cook. This is no longer my long-cherished wish to drive me away. It has become something extraordinary. Although I am still smiling, it is true. But can I complain? The service industry practitioners who give people dreams actually Curse the guests with evil words. Can I make a complaint?...Although it is a bit cool to be stared at by those eyes."

The mouths of the big sisters are really poisonous.

Cook didn't dare to do things that would make a woman angry.terrible.

Also, Grandpa Hall is so annoying.

I'm tired of looking at that playful and smiling face.

Why are you still not dead, no, you are not going back to the barracks.

Apart from touching the big sisters’ butts at Night Butterfly, the place Hall visited the most was Cook’s warehouse.

Come to the warehouse and discuss the plot of "Sexy Beast" with Cook.

The two of them are like confidantes with few cups, and they can chat in full swing every time.

This is a friendship that transcends age and identity.

Hall and Cook are holy warriors with the same beliefs.

"This plot is super great. Okay, great. Cook. Replace the protagonist with me, and it feels like heaven."

"Hee hee. Of course... Wait, don't peek at it. Now that you read it, you will be less moved when you finish writing it. Also, don't replace the protagonist. It's so disgusting. I can't write any more. "

In short, it has almost become a daily routine for Hall to find Cook.

Cook also took this for granted and didn't care.

But suddenly, Hall stopped coming.As if the curse of the big sisters had taken effect, the sloppy old general suddenly disappeared without warning.

As soon as it disappeared, it disappeared for several days.

Cook was a little strange and worried about Hall's safety.

Although he wasn't the one who cursed him, he was still the big sister in his shop.

Most importantly, if the curse really worked, after using Grandpa Hall as a guinea pig for the experiment, he had to be careful not to offend the big sisters.

Grandpa Hall's sacrifice was definitely not in vain.

While worrying about Hall, he also thought about discussing the plot with him.

So, after working with the nightclub union, and without telling anyone, Cook sneaked off to the barracks.

The guards guarding the gate are fans of Cook's books.Seeing Cook coming, without saying a word, he directly gave the green light to open the gate of the barracks.

It is still such a flattering treatment.

Cook began to feel that he was not a novelist, but a big shot.

"Master Cook, we are looking forward to the sixth volume."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard that you are going to finish writing soon. We were left to guard the door on the 'homecoming day' of the whole army...don't mention how distressing it is. But if I can read your book first, It's all worth it."

"I can definitely brag to my companions."

"Everyone will envy us. They won't feel depressed anymore."

The soldiers who had long been familiar with Cook were very enthusiastic.

Cook also enthusiastically gave back to everyone.

"Don't worry. I'll make a few copies and send them over."

After hearing Cook's words, the soldiers who seemed listless just now shouted excitedly, and their morale was so high that Cook was startled.

Everyone really likes their books.

Feeling everyone's enthusiasm, Cook felt elated.

After explaining the purpose of coming to the soldiers, the soldiers immediately shrugged their shoulders to express their ignorance.

"We haven't seen General Hall for several days."

"Yes. We are just low-level soldiers, and we are not qualified to ask about the general's movements."

"Ask the officers. The officers must know."

It seems that if you want to know Hall's situation, you have to ask the officer.

Cook bid farewell to the soldiers guarding the gate and continued to walk into the barracks.Just as I was thinking about going to Hall's usual residence, I ran into an officer who was about to come out to do business.

"Isn't this Cook? A new book is out."

It feels like everyone will say the same thing after seeing Cook.

The concept of Cook's new book release has taken root in the hearts of everyone in the military camp.

Cook couldn't help but smile wryly.

Apart from writing books, can't you do anything else?

Cook also warmly greeted each other.

"Hello, Viscount Garton, your spirit looks good."

It was Viscount Garton who greeted Cook.After the fifth volume was sold to soldiers, because the content in it was too stimulating, the soldiers performed too many manual piston movements on certain sticks, which resulted in widespread and severe weakness of soldiers.

At that time, Cook was impressed by the Viscount Garton as a model victim.

The originally plump man turned into a skinny skeleton man overnight.

The appearance was shocking, and Cook thought it was a vampire from the demon family who killed him.