"Don't give away coins!"
Mu Su suddenly woke up from the bed.
Shi Qi, who was working on the sofa, looked up at him indifferently.
"It's a dream..." Mu Su looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back into the pillow.
He dreamed that "The Legend of Mu Susu" could finally be charged, so he secretly changed the price of the chapter to the highest, and as a result, a large number of readers used coins to read.
Such a thing is terrible and indescribable.
After they returned to the main world, Transparent Bridge returned their substitute dolls and asked them to keep one on them.
Wen Xiang asked her curiously what happened after her death. Transparent Bridge said: Mu Su is the absolute protagonist.
I suddenly realized the fragrance and didn't ask any more. Everyone was tacit about this kind of thing.
Some changes have occurred when they regarded it as a safe house. All the wooden strips leaning against the window disappeared, and replaced by a circular outline surrounded by more than a dozen wooden strips. The outside is the deep water area.
The God of Chi greeted them and continued to fumble underwater to find materials. Everyone stepped forward to help, and finally simply surrounded the safe area before the thick fog appeared.
The excessively high waterline is a problem for them who want to settle here, and it is difficult to solve their lack of materials.
Musu has a little sand in it, which can barely prevent the wooden house from hiding water, but whether to waste them on the crumbling wooden house is a question.
After simply blocking the window with a rectangular wooden plank that the Fiery God touched out of the water, something happened in the hazy sea of ​​fog.
The first one to discover was Karen. He saw something appearing in the depths of the fog sea at the edge.
Everyone went up to see it. In the grayish white gloom like a sketch, a silhouette of a nest was faintly visible. It was like a low volcano made of meat, with thick fog spraying out from the top as it wriggled.
The reason value is decreasing, and everyone looks at each other.
They finally knew the source of the thick fog.
Everyone who could do nothing returned to the wooden house and sat side by side in crowds. When the fog came, the wooden house became dark and then exited the game, leaving the fate.
No one is a professional player, even Mu Su, who is too idle, has his own firm. They cannot devote all their energy to the game.
Mu Su took advantage of Shiqi's time to come to work and went to bed first, so that he would not blame himself for sleeping at work, and could use "hehehe, I accidentally overslept."
So the beginning happened.
Mu Su thought in his mind that he opened ehmo to check the subscription, and then suddenly remembered it.
He doesn't even have to sign a contract...
The open ehmo prompts a message one day. Mu Su clicked on it, which was sent by an editor who was suspected to be Jun Moxiao a few minutes ago.
"What the hell is your chapter??"
Mu Su naturally replied: "The necessary means to make up for 2,000 words."
The editor happened to be online and replied quickly: "There is a big repeat in a chapter, and you just repeat the name four times!"
"It's five times." Mu Su corrected.
"Don't give me a look of pride!" The editor's mentality exploded. "What will readers who click on the second chapter think if this continues!"
"I'm like this book. Chapter 2, do they have any [beep] in mind?"
The editor was shocked and then fell into a silence that he didn't know how to refute.
After a while, Mu Su tentatively sent a new message: "You come to me, is it true that I can sign a contract?"
The editor was angry and laughed: "No. First of all, you can't have repetitions. Secondly, this kind of writing style of elementary school students does not meet the signing standards."
"Give me a chance, you see, we both have this relationship."
"I said I'm not Jun Moxiao!"
"I didn't say anything." Mu Su smiled.
On the other end of the vision, Jun Moxiao wished he could dig his eyeballs out of his eye sockets just to stay away from vision and Mu Su.
He hurriedly closed the message box after just keeping working hard.
How did this guy find me?
Don’t laugh and grit your teeth.
Are mentally ill people so keen?
He couldn't help but think of what Transparent Bridge said.
Then I thought of what Mu Su had done before.
Jun Moxiao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Now... you are in my hands.
...
Mu Su has never been a humble person to seek advice. But for the title of famous writer, he can appropriately abandon some principles.
Isn’t it just that there are too many repetitions and too bad writing? Just change it.
After quitting ehmo, Mu Su began to worry about whether it would be better to write or to sleep.
Shiqi seemed to notice it and looked at him calmly: "The client will arrive soon. Do you want me to introduce to them 'This person who slept like a dead pig is Detective Mu Su in our firm'?"
"What are you doing? Did I say I can't get up?" Mu Su reluctantly thought to the ground and sneaked into the bathroom to solve the physiological problems.
Well, that's what you think, don't think too much.
After Mu Su came out, Niangniang Shiqi began to explain to Mu Su in an emotionally unreadable tone.
"The client, Anna Feilin, female, 12 years old, will stay in our office for five days, and then the client's safe haven will pick her up. During this period, the firm will be responsible for her diet, daily life, and pick up her up and down from school."
"50% of the total commission fee, 50,000 credit points have been deposited into the firm's account as a deposit. The rest will be filled after Annafilm takes it away."
"Go to and from school?" Mu Su put the half-sleeping water on the boss's desk, intending to be a family heirloom.
"The police and the Film Machinery Floor are searching for Annafil. Just in case, the safe haven arranged for Annafil to disguise himself as an ordinary human child and enter the school as a transfer student."
Shiqi has high authority in the safe haven, otherwise he wouldn't have known this. Musu's importance is also very high, otherwise Shiqi wouldn't have told this.
"What's going on with the naughty kid I mentioned before?"
"A man who helped her died, she held extreme distrust of everyone, acted without principles, like you."
"Just just have a fight." Mu Su said, his tone as relaxed as if the TV broke down and said he would take a few shots.
After doing nothing for more than ten minutes, Shiqi turned off the holographic screen.
"The client is here."
When the two went downstairs, they saw two figures, one big and one small, outside the wooden railing.
Without Shiqi saying that Mu Su took the initiative to meet him, touched Anna Feilin's head, and said kindly: "You are Anna Feilin, it's a bit different from what I imagined."
Although he hates naughty children, he does not hate naughty children who give money.
"Mr. Mu, please respect yourself. This is another entrusted party, Mr. Simpson."
Shiqi reminded him coldly.
"Then you didn't say it earlier." Mu Su rolled his eyes, took his hands off Simpson's greasy hair, which was covered in flesh, and squatted in front of Zhenanna Philein to touch it.
The latter hid away, as if he saw through Mu Su's intention to wipe his hands.
Simpson neither cursed and stuffed Mu Su's head into his butt, nor took off his pants and urinated Mu Su all over. He only glanced at Mu Su deeply and turned around and left. From beginning to end, he said nothing.
Chapter completed!