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Chapter 279(1/2)

Countless pictures collapsed, and in an instant, Wan Lei came to a...

Dining room?

This is a modern restaurant with many tables and tables full of diners.

Wan Lei stood in the middle, confused for a moment, and then began to feel the conditions of this new world.

There is no aura in this world.

The spiritless plane.

At this time, he realized that he had no energy at all, no thunder power, and no rules. He was like a mortal. He couldn't even fly, let alone control the universe.

No one around him paid attention to him. Only one person reminded him to give way and not to block the road.

"Hey, here you go, I'm a little busy right now, please wait for me for a while."

A fat young man wearing a chef's uniform and glasses said something to Wan Lei with a smile, and then went directly into the kitchen.

He took the initiative to talk to me, so... the problem should be with him.

Wan Lei followed him into the kitchen.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I said, I'm busy right now, so you go and sit for a while. Table No. 15 is empty outside, so you sit there first.

Hey, waiter, tea will be served on the 15th."

After the fat chef with glasses finished speaking, he shouted to the people in the kitchen,

"Hurry up, damn it, the guests are waiting impatiently.

Then whoever, kill a fish, I have a friend here, I will make one myself."

Wan Lei watched for a while, then turned around and went out, sat down at table No. 15, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly.

spit,

It tastes really bad.

Half an hour later, the fat man came out with a pot of grilled fish. The grilled fish was covered with fried and fragrant chili peppers, which whetted your appetite.

"Come and try it, I cooked it myself. In the whole northwest region, I dare say that no one can cook grilled fish more authentically than me.

Do you like spicy food?"

The fat man handed Wan Lei the bowl and chopsticks, then picked up the knife and carefully cut the grilled fish.

"Who are you?"

Wan Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing the domineering power of the Supreme Being of the Universe.

"You don't need to show your domineering attitude to me, everything you have is given to you by me."

"What's the meaning?"

"Before I explain everything to you, I have to say something first,

Welcome to the real world."

The fat man's tone suddenly became profound.

"The real world?"

Wan Lei's thoughts turned rapidly,

"According to your opinion, the world I live in is fake?"

"Yes, that is the world I created."

The fat man picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, burned it a bit, spit it out, and quickly drank a big sip of sour plum soup.

"you?"

Wan Lei leaned back and leaned on the chair, not hiding his contempt.

"Why are you? A cook? A fat man? A mortal? A thing worse than a local dog? How dare you come and say such things to me? How dare you say that you can create a world?"

The fat man was not angry at all and smiled slightly.

"I'm an author, I write novels."

"novel?"

"Oh, I forgot that there is no such thing in your world, scripts, do you know?"

"I know, it's the kind of thing that is imagined out of thin air and makes people forget about it after watching it for a while."

"Well, your world is a world of novels."

"Oh, I have my own thoughts and life experiences. Why do you say that you created me?

Then how do you explain? I came to you?"

"Then how do you know? I didn't ask you to come.

It’s like what you’re saying now, wasn’t it what I asked you to say?”

"Oh, what a boring argument,"

Wan Lei sneered,

"Assuming that I was created by you, then according to this statement, I still have to call you daddy?"

"Son, be good and eat fish."

"..." Wan Lei.

"Everything about you comes from my writing."

"I'm still researching who you are. At least I can see now that you are a liar."

"You are really just a character in a novel.

Your experience is my plot. Sui Xiaohang, Qi Manyao, Tian Suanzi, Baernu... these characters are all supporting characters created by me, and you are the protagonist.

The betrayal of these people was also arranged by me.

Including your little rain, I also created it,

By the way, the heroine in each of my books is named Xiaoyu."

"Why?"

"There is a fool who likes to impress himself."

"Oh, I know, you are a bitch."

"..." Fatty,

"Can you be polite?"

"Oh."

Wan Lei sneered.

"You must hate me very much for having arranged such a tragic fate for you.

I have many readers and some author friends who often discuss the plot with me, and you are just a puppet on strings, letting me play around with you.

Oh, by the way, the plot of you being beaten into a cripple in Lei Xinghai was an idea given to me by an author named Wang Fugui. You must hate it.

You can go and kill him, more than a thousand kilometers south from here, he will be there.

It’s not interesting enough, I forgot, you don’t have any cultivation now, I can buy you a train ticket, and you can go there and kill him.”

"Then tell me, what is the purpose of calling me here?"

"It's nothing. This book is coming to an end. I'm very reluctant to leave it. I called you over to have a chat. That's all."

"I don't believe a word you say."

"Oh."

"Let me think about it and think about it.

First of all, you must be a liar. Everything I saw is fake.

I can't be a character in some bullshit novel. Your appearance is just to ruin my Taoist heart.

So, when did something wrong start to appear?

When did my memory start to become blurry?

I remember that I became the Supreme Being of the Universe, but I can’t remember the process.

I remember that I became a saint, but tell me, what is the process of becoming a saint? What is my understanding?

I remember that I became an immortal, but what about the realization of becoming an immortal? You can’t just become an immortal in a blink of an eye after your cultivation, right?

My memory has been tampered with by you. You made me a saint and an honorable person, but you deliberately ignored the process, because you don’t know what it takes to become a saint or an honorable person.

I remembered that I had a little yellow dog, but I couldn't remember it in my life.
To be continued...
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