The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles - Chapter 42

In the past, Ye Junhou was the most warlord of the five continents, so the territory of Mozhou was also the most expansive. Such a huge land could not be taken over by Shenzhou overnight. When Ye Junhou died and his demon blood lost control, all regions Rebellions occurred one after another. Su Ge was prepared for such a situation. Before the operation, Huiyue led the Shenzhou Army to wait at the border. Now Aoba has successfully captured Anjing, and the two sides have sent troops together. It is only a matter of time to rebel.

The troubles of Mozhou Shenzhou had to be integrated into one body. Aoba simply lived in the study room to deal with political affairs around the clock. Su Ge and Cheng Zhang were also running around, trying to reduce the loss of battle by various means of buying threats. They were so busy that they had no time to ignore the funeral of a dead demon master. Chengzhang insisted on bringing the twin bodies back to the ancestral grave for burial. Ji Mo did not have a position to say anything to the outsiders, and finally Yemingjun took Ye Junhou’s body out of the magic palace On the second day, the three idlers found a hidden vacant lot ready to be buried.

Over the night, the man’s wine finally woke up, and it seemed that he thought of it as a drunken dream and pinched himself three times before he could accept the reality. Fortunately, he is a social person. He is still much calmer than Ji Mo at the beginning, but he can’t believe that he circled around the ark three times, and he quickly calmed down and asked them for information.

Everyone was in the same country, and Ji Mo did not hide it. Only after half of it said, he scared the man and almost fell into the pit to be with the devil. After a while, he solemnly took Ji Mo ’s hand and asked in a guilty manner: “Big Brother, can you sell me. ”

Ji Mo, who is also the author, of course knows why he is guilty, but only said lightly: “Please rest assured, we are people on a boat.”

After receiving this reply, the man looked a lot calmer and found that Ye Mingjun, who was waiting for boredom, could not help but poke Ye Junhou with branches, although he did not understand where this strange man in white was sacred, after all, he did not let the devil master Continuing the tragedy, this turned the topic back to the main business, “In his temperament, it is estimated that the streets are full of enemies, or don’t set up a monument, so as not to be dug.”

Ye Mingjun’s move, of course, saw Ji Mo, and at the corner of his mouth, he pulled back the skinned fairy, and the face was still serious: “He is your son, you decide.”

As soon as the words came out, the man felt wrong, and asked with doubt: “Wait, how did he become my son?”

“Aren’t you dark?”

Wen Yan Jimo also couldn’t read it. Not dark. Why did he sigh Ye Junhou so many times? It was early in the morning to go out and dig graves for him. Isn’t the author what he planned?

It was also at this time that the man discovered that he was taken around by these two people as soon as he woke up, and even had no chance to introduce himself. Thinking about the situation of Heaven and Man that Ji Mo said, this made up. “My pen name is Wei Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the author of” Power Minister “, I use love to generate electricity, and update my destiny.”

Unexpectedly, Chang Hui still achieved his goal, Ji Mo couldn’t help but breathe. In fact, he can’t remember who the author of “Quan Chen” is, because unlike them, “Quan Chen” is a free article that has not been signed or put on the shelf, although some people infer from his sophisticated writing that it should be a certain old author. The vest is flying itself, and few people will pay special attention to a book without a list.

Strange, without a list of websites, where did he see this book?

Finally found this problem, Jimo silently recalled, he remembered that he seemed to have entered from the link in the group, and the person who sent the link was dark? At this age, I am very familiar with deep black, and the pen name of this style, is it …

Looking at this man in surprise, Ji Mo tentatively asked: “What is the relationship between Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing and Your Excellency?”

Sure enough, as soon as I heard the pen name, the man’s expression flashed a little bit of nostalgia, but soon he regained his easy-going smile, only to say friendly: “I didn’t expect this vest to be useless for two or three years. Some people remember that the pen name is still too long. Now, my real name is Song Qiao, you call this. ”

It’s really you! After cutting the waist, open a new vest to write free articles. What kind of operation is this? It’s no wonder that among so many people, only Su Ge and Chang Hui can work together peacefully for 30 years, because they are the same father!

Although there was a vague guess when asking the question, Ji Mo still could n’t help but support his forehead. When thinking about this, the father could n’t recognize Su Ge, he was deliberately loading garlic, and they did n’t even have one. Found abnormal, it seems that Song Qiao is not a silly character …

Some thoughts were a headache and thought about what would happen if Su Ge discovered that his **** had raised other sons. Ji Mo didn’t know whether he should clarify the facts for a while, and finally he looked at Ye Junhou, who was in the soil, and he was helpless. He sighed: “Mr. Song’s relationship with Shenzhen is really good.”

“You don’t know, Ye Junhou is different from other dark protagonists.”

Ji Moyuan just sighed at random. After all, Song Qiao’s sorrow when he saw Ye Junhou died was not a fraud. Who would have heard that Song Qiao’s eyes were dark.

“When I knew the dark, he was still on the Metro Channel. At that time, his writing style was not like this, and he loved to write documentary literature. It was particularly miserable. However, he was more adaptable to the environment than I did and knew what he wanted. Later he changed I went to the channel and studied the popular themes and plots carefully, and finally got mixed up. ”

“Ye San is the protagonist of Deep Black’s first book, and may be the only character who doesn’t pay attention to any data and writes only according to his own preferences. Later, he won’t forget his reputation, and he used it when he wrote” The Legend of Night ” The protagonist, I want him to enjoy the bitter taste with himself. At that time, I persuaded him that the male protagonist must have some humanity even if it is chaotic and evil. It happens that the plot I wrote is too positive, and the people he made are too evil. I changed the outline several times, and now we have Ye Junhou and Chang Hui. ”

The so-called colleague is an enemy. Most writers never dare to discuss the detailed outline with their peers. Song Qiao knows that Shen Hei is willing to work with himself. In addition to knowing his friendship for many years, it is also because he has given up his writers long ago, even after one year. Some people come back to play tickets in a difficult situation, after all, they will not invest too much energy.

Who can really care about what he has written with his own hard work, even if he decides to quit, is it impossible for him to escape after hearing the voice of his protagonist in his drunk dream?

“The first book written with the heart, the first character that is devoted to emotions, even though the writing was too white to read, the comment area couldn’t be personal in one day, and there was a sense of shame in openly black history when talking seriously with others. , After all, it is different in the mind of the writer. ”

Making sure that he was facing Ji Mo, Song Qiao only received a gentle smile on his face, and looked a little lonely to the lying devil. He gave a handful of dirt to the lying demon, but still kept a quiet tone when speaking, as if he was like this Adults are no longer impressed by things like love, dreams, etc.

“Su Ge, Chang Hui, Ye Junhou, these three heavenly people have a creative relationship with you, no wonder that such a chaotic situation can also summon success …”

With a sigh, Ji Mo didn’t tell Song Qiao that he could see everything around him through indifferently. Now he already knows when to stay silent, but he just asks easily, “Will you tell the high priest that you are here?” Maybe he will be happy to give you a house of pigeons. ”

“I can’t use the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing pen names now. At that time, I was still in graduate school. I had never entered the society and had no complicated communication with people. My mind was simple and upright. Yes-a clear stream in the male frequency. ”

For those who expect to see Qingliu again, if the turbid water appears in front of their eyes, it might as well be left to dry forever. He is no longer a stubborn student who must live with love and justice at all times. As long as he secretly looks at Su Ge and silently calls a son in his heart, it is already the best harvest.

“The Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing Dynasties could not write the” Power Minister “, and the Wei, Jin, Southern, and Northern Dynasties could not write the” Sage of the Supreme Master “, after all, it was still different.”

Understand that this is the meaning of telling myself not to talk, and Ji Moben had no intention of being busy, but just thinking about Su Ge ’s means, he still lightly warned: “Mr. Song, I advise you not to underestimate the high priest and wait for him to be busy. This time, you have to be careful. ”

Doesn’t he know his protagonist yet? Su Ge’s mind is very simple, how can you understand so many twists and turns. As long as he wore the dark horn, this honest son would certainly not find it.

Not very concerned about Ji Mo’s words, Song Qiao did not want to talk about this topic again, so he smiled and said: “Don’t talk about me, what about you, what is the pen name?”

Did this person forget that Su Ge had worked with Chang Hui’s old fox for thirty years?

Looking at him suspiciously, Ji Mo didn’t say anything anymore to remind him, anyway, no matter how Su Ge’s disposition is to pit father, that is, toss twice with the wings, in the end will not really take “God”. Thinking of this, I got a stomachache again in the comparison, and only responded indifferently, “I have only written the” White Deer Blue Cliff Trip “.”

“Wait, you—”

Ji Mo remembered what mistakes he had made until he spoke. He was indeed a serious man now, but he was still a young man with a thought out when he took the pen name. Ye Mingjun is also here now. If that name is said to be …

However, he still underestimated the uniqueness of his pen name. When he heard the title of Song Qiao, he said the shame of the pen name with an inscrutable expression, “Lonely young woman?”

When these four words were in his ears, Jimo could only hold on to the indescribably desperately, okay, he did n’t know what kind of wind he used to get such a pen name at that time, then he thought he would see this name anyway. You can remember it, it is definitely a harbinger of fire, black history, absolutely black history without face!

In Song Qiao’s view, Ji Mo is as calm as a statue, and 80% is also a serious writer. Who knows that it is the newcomer with deep potential and unknown men and women in the dark mouth. It is inevitable that he will be surprised. Before he was black, he was still discussing how much more 20,000 you are. How empty and lonely are you, and you turned out to be a man? You ca n’t see it, big brother, your heart is wild … ”

From the time when the pen name was exposed, Ji Mo knew that his image in Ye Mingjun’s heart was probably refreshed again. He secretly removed his finger and gave it a glance, and it turned out that all the attention of the fairy who wanted to study the body of the devil was distracted. Reaching him, the expression only showed two words-wow.

“I was young and ignorant …”

Just when Ji Mo tried to save himself with a weak voice, he became more interested in Ye Mingjun ’s eyes, so he gathered in front of him and asked, “Are you a lonely young woman?”

I am not, I am not, I am a century-old single dog!

Being asked face-to-face by an immortal with whom he had no clear relationship with him, actually tested the face, Ji Mo could only barely maintain the surface calm, “Xianjun, we can still be friends without mentioning the pseudonym.”

Fortunately, Ye Mingjun’s unwilling and unsatisfied temperament was not enough to understand the rich book flavor behind the pen name, but he tapped the young man’s cheek with a finger with a smile.

“‘ It ’s just loneliness. Hurry and find a wife to return to reality. A love for someone can solve all your problems. ’You said this to me, do n’t you remember?”

This name is very special, so he always remembered, but at that time he thought it would be an adult woman with rich emotional experience. Unexpectedly, it was Ji Mo when he was a teenager. Did the little guy have such a positive side?

Before Song Qiao’s identity exposure, Ji Mo never lost his gaze, but when he heard this, he was really dull. Ye Mingjun did tell him that he was inspired by netizens to have the idea of ​​doing a love job, but how did he know that this lip-syncing brother is himself? What is this, digging a hole for yourself, or is it a meteorite crater?

Yes, he went to various websites to search for his pen name, and it must be the fault of this keyword … Therefore, why should a single dog run cheaply to answer emotional questions!

Help me, why did he have such a wave when he was young, and it was true that he would be found on the Internet by touching the network cable to be publicly sentenced!

Ji Mo finally couldn’t hold back in the unbearable past, his ears were pinked with shame, which caused Ye Mingjun to blow curiously again, trying to try to cool them down. As a result, the redness became even stronger this time, but the fairy was surprised.

“So, are we the base site under the line?”

Looking at them, this seems to be too intimate interaction, Song Qiao tilted his head puzzled, why are all the same **** here, but he has a feeling that he is glowing as a light bulb?

His opening of Ji Mo also relieved God from his shame. Only then did Ye Mingjun stick to him unconsciously, and looked at Song Qiao with a guilty conscience, and quickly pushed him away, ” Xianjun, stop playing, finish the business first. ”

Ye Mingjun was already accustomed to this hot and cold treatment. After thinking about it, he pointed out a serious matter as he wished, “I just found out that there is something wrong with the body of Heaven.”