On the Tibetan Dragon Island, everyone was shocked by a sudden drink, and the eardrums almost shocked.
Most of the people on the island showed a doubtful expression on their faces, and they looked out the window and looked for the source of the sound.
Among them, there was a quite handsome young man who was shining in the room. After hearing the sound of drinking, his face could not help but look up at the window.
"It's him."
The consciousness of summer heard the change of the man's expression, and the house rushed over.
Yi Xiaoyin had to follow.
Before the young man had returned, the room had an additional one more man, one woman, two strangers. The man was flat, but the woman was so beautiful as a fairy.
These two people are naturally summer and Yixiao Yin.
"Are you the owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island?"
In the summer, he looked at this young man and frowned. He hated the handsome person most, especially the person who could almost catch up with him.
The young man stunned for a few seconds, and looked at the two unsatisfactory guests with a vigilant look: "Who are you, how did you come in?"
"I'm asking you now."
Summer said uncomfortably: "If you don't answer, I will beat you."
The young man had to nod: "Okay, the owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island is my pen name, but I never revealed my identity and address to others, how do you know?"
"It's you."
I just found a place to sit down in the summer, "I have a few questions to ask you, you better answer truthfully, I will beat you with a lie."
The master of Tibetan Dragon said dissatisfied: "Why is this?
I haven't sued you to make a private house. "
"If you don’t want to suffer, do it according to his words."
Yixiao Yin persuaded, and then said, "His name is summer, my name is Yi Xiaoyin. If you want to complain afterwards, you can go to God Medical Building to find us."
"Summer, summer?
Yixiao Yin? "
Tibetan Island is from Jianghai. Naturally, I have heard these two names, "No, what do you find me, I am a novel."
It yawned lazily in summer, and then said, "Of course it is for the novels you wrote."
"Why, do you want to make online dramas?"
The owner of the Tibetan Dragon is interested in when he heard this. "I really have several novels in my hand. In addition to the de -copyright, there is a better and more classic novel called Hua Hua Gao ..." "Close
Mouth, I'm not interested in telling you this. "
Summer is a little impatient, "I asked what flower came from that scene?"
Yi Xiaoyin glanced at summer, and then added: "" Sky Star Flower Flowers "."
"Oh, this book, you are late."
The owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island spread his hands a little regretful. "This book has been bought out by Ai Aiyi. They are very willing to pay for it. There are adaptations such as continuous sets and other copyrights.
Write or something. "
Summerly skimped his lips: "I didn't ask you this."
"What do you want to ask?"
The owner of the Tibetan Dragon is a strange look at the men and women. "Come over in the middle of the night to condemn me?
I still have to rush the draft. It's almost the end of the month. If you don't have the manuscript, if you break it, I will be gone. "
Yi Xiaoyin said lightly: "All your economic losses, we pay 10,000 times, just need to delay you some time, can you?"
"That's no problem."
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island suddenly burst into laughter and said seriously: "As long as you give me money, don't waste my time, even my body... Well, if you want to know anything, just ask."
Yi Xiaoyin was afraid that Xia Tian would get angry after asking a few questions, so she took the initiative to ask: "How did you come up with the plot of your book?"
"Which one?
Oh, you said twin flowers."
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island held his chin with his hand, recalled it for two or three seconds, and then said: "I remembered, that book was actually a custom-made book, and the plot was not conceived by me."
"Who customized it for you?"
Yi Xiaoyin continued to ask.
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island smiled: "It's a studio called Dragon Temple. They said they wanted to create a new world view, an Eastern 'Lord of the Rings' or something like that. Then they asked me to write the first book, and then find a few more.
The story about a platinum master who perfected the entire world view seemed like nonsense to me when I heard it, but they were willing to pay for it, so I agreed."
Yi Xiaoyin was a little confused: "Dragon Temple?"
"Dragon Temple is not a studio."
Xia Tian casually explained to Yi Xiaoyin: "That is an organization, similar to the Tiandao group. Recently, it has been targeting me and has been destroyed by me. But the idiot Dragon God is not here, otherwise, he will definitely be beaten severely.
A meal.”
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island didn't understand what Xia Tian was talking about, so he could only chuckle.
Yi Xiaoyin pondered twice and asked calmly: "Do you have the contact information of the Dragon Temple Studio?"
"Yes, we have met in private.
Their studio also has an office in Jianghai. They gave me their business card and I will look for it for you."
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island liked listening to beautiful women the most, so he started to rummage through the island cabinet, and after a while he pulled out the business card, "Here, this is it."
"That's it."
Yi Xiaoyin just glanced at it and remembered all the information on the business card.
Xia Tian naturally saw it and suddenly asked: "Where is the original manuscript of that book?"
"It's on my computer. If you want to see it, I can send you a copy."
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island didn't know what Xia Tian meant by asking this, so he could only say it smoothly.
"I'm not interested. And don't write novels in the future. You're not allowed to write a single word."
Xia Tian replied, and then disappeared in an instant.
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island said with some embarrassment: "Brother, I am an Internet writer. I support my family by coding. If I don't code, you support me."
Xia Tian was too lazy to say one more word and disappeared directly.
"You'd better listen to what he says."
Yi Xiaoyin said calmly: "I hope today's incident will not cause you any trouble. The Miraculous Doctor Group will call you shortly for the corresponding damage compensation."
After saying that, he disappeared.
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island widened his eyes, feeling like he had seen a ghost. Oh no, he should have seen a god.
After a while, he came back to his senses and shouted out the window: "You really don't want to buy other books? I have several good books here, urban, romantic, fantasy... It's a clearance sale.
Think about it again.”
Outside the window, the rain kept falling, and no one answered.
"Hey, were you dreaming just now? Forget it, let's just code. The manuscript is due in a few days."
The owner of Hidden Dragon Island took a long time to come to his senses, then patted his face and returned to the computer desk.
I was about to code, but when I looked up, I saw that the computer screen was black, and then there was a burning smell coming from the computer case: "Ah, it's over, it's over, my manuscript, my computer, are all gone now!"
"Ding Dong!"
There is a prompt sound for the mobile phone number.
The main Tibetan island took out the phone and looked at it, it was the reminder of the ICBC's reminder text message: "Hey, the Divine Medicine Group really gave me money, how much is this, ten, hundred, thousands, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000.
Hundred ... uh? "
"A few times, one, ten, one hundred, thousands, 100,000, million, thousand ... grass, five billion?"
The main eyes of the Tibetan Dragon Island were almost staring out, and he turned his head and picked up a barbell to smash the computer: "Then write a fart novel, write a novel to die!"
On the other side, Summer and Yi Xiaoyin left Tibetan Dragon Island and rushed to the so -called Dragon Temple Studio. As for the fate of the Tibetan Dragon Island, they did not care about it.
"Where is there?"
Gently stand at the top of a building in summer, looking down at a certain office in the building opposite.
Yi Xiao's nodded: "That's there, what are you going to do?"
"What to do?"
In summer, he leaned his lips, pinched his fist, and blasted out: "Just do it!"
"Well!"
The entire floor opposite was burst instantly.
Yi Xiaoyin did not take a shot to stop the summer, because she saw that there was only one person in this layer, and this person had a strange breath fluctuation.
Therefore, she just raised dangerous items such as the broken glass, cement, and steel bars in the floor, and gathered together to get together, and to the nearby deserted mountains.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, let you find here."
A man's shadow rushed to the summer and Yi Xiaoyin, "However, is this battle a little bit played?"
Summer stared at this person very uncomfortably: "Less nonsense, today I must beat you fiercely."
"Summer, isn't it a small joke? Why should you send such a big fire?"
The person came with a smile, and said, "What's more, don't you want to know, why do I know about the elegant and night Yumei, so clear?"
"No interest to know."
In summer, yawning lazily, "Now I just want to kill you."
The coming person was startled and waved his hand: "Don't, don't, I am not your opponent, I can't withstand a punch ... Ah!"
Before the words were finished, in the summer, a punch was bombarded on this person's face.
This person looks like a shell, flying out of thousands of meters, smashed heavily on the deserted mountain, and directly smashed a huge potholes.
"It's not over yet, don't pretend to die."
Said in summer carelessly.
That "声" sounded from the potholes, and rushed into the summer: "Hey, don't get too late, think you are invincible?"
"Well!"
The answer that answered him was still the summer fist, and he couldn't avoid it.
"Hey, I really think that Lao Tzu is a sick cat, let you beat!"
The man apparently also moved his liver, and he ran his body aura, and he bombarded the past in the summer.
This palm is covered with a huge aura and power, and even a huge imaginary shadow appears behind that person, just like the immortal Buddha.
"Flower in the flower, there is a fart."
In summer, he leaned his lips, pinched his fist indifferently, without a little special effects, and slammed the opponent's face.
"Well!"
The man was bombarded into the potholes again, but this time it seemed that he couldn't get up.