That's all for self-destruction, and there are still six lives left. Lao Lin suddenly felt that in thousands of years, he might be facing the most dangerous dark moment of image collapse in history.
Some time ago he read a piece of crazy literature:
I really want to go to Myanmar, the people there care deeply about me.
At that time, he was still thinking that if this sentence were placed hundreds of thousands of years later, people at that time would only think that the people there were simple and honest, and would never think that it was a realistic version of heartbreaking.
If this book is widely circulated in the future, hundreds of thousands of years later, when someone mentions the sacred forest, they will only say this,
"According to historical materials and unofficial records, Shenmu was very arrogant and arrogant at the beginning, and was a waste of money."
"So, babies, we are now many levels higher than Shenmu at that time. Come on, your development prospects are broader than his."
A bunch of children stared with big innocent eyes, immersed in studying hard.
"Shall we continue writing?" Song Xi looked at the silent Lao Lin and asked tentatively.
"Have you never thought about protecting your image?" Lao Lin asked Song Xi.
"If I had it, I would definitely have to maintain it. The key is that I don't have it." Song Xi broke the jar.
"And without the baggage of idols, I can do whatever I want."
If you ask the Flying Pig to roll in a puddle, it will make headlines the next day:
"A well-known contemporary writer is suspected of having a mental breakdown due to the pressure of writing. He wallows in the mud and calls himself a husky."
Lao Lin let out a long sigh, it was a novel experience, and if it continued like this, the original goal would definitely be achieved.
Only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve success.
"Continue." Lao Lin put down his words and left. He was afraid of meeting Su Cheng who came here. If he didn't feel embarrassed then, he would be the one who would be embarrassed.
Song Xi ate another random meal.
Su Cheng didn't come back this time, maybe he was still digesting it.
The beautiful snake Chaoyan came in at some unknown time and curled up on the back of Song Xi's chair to watch.
"If you eat so much junk food, be careful of getting fat."
"I caught a mouse, do you want to eat it?"
"Did your teeth bite it?" Song Xi asked while eating potato chips.
"What if I don't bite it?"
"Forget it, I'll probably be poisoned after I finish eating."
"It's better to leave it to yourself." Song Xi didn't give her any junk food, and she couldn't let anything go wrong now.
"What role do you want to be? I'll add one for you." Song Xi, who was struggling with not knowing what to write, suddenly thought of the investors' friends who were visiting the class.
"Really? Then if your novel is filmed, can I play myself?" Chaoyan suddenly became interested.
"We won't discuss this for now. Currently, I only have three readers for my novel, and one of them includes you." Song Xi looked at the solitary number of collectors, 2, and felt that filming a movie or something was too oriental.
"If that day comes, I will definitely ask you to act." You still have to have hope.
"Then I hope it is like this or that..."
Song Xi clicked on the document and continued with the previous chapter.
...
There has been a Yuelao trend in Qingmu Town recently.
All the women of the right age went to a fortune-telling stall to calculate their marriage prospects.
Women all know in their hearts that it is fake to tell fortunes, but it turns out that this fortune teller who is like an immortal is real.
Therefore, even if a man speaks mysteriously and mysteriously, but his words are not accurate, women will flock to him.
They are happy if they can chat for a few words, but some people have nothing to say. They ask Banxian where you bought your clothes and why they look different on you.
When the women wanted to further develop their relationship, Song Xi, the half-immortal disciple, said that my master is a god from heaven who has come down to endure calamities and cannot have any entanglements with mortal women.
When the women heard this, not only did they not retreat, but they became even more enthusiastic.
Think about it, what if you meet a true immortal? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for close contact that you have earned through several lifetimes of good fortune. Maybe if you have a chance to meet an immortal, you may have unknown benefits in the future.
There are also those who see through the trick at a glance, such as the conversation between a woman named Chao Yan and her maid not far away.
"Miss, let's go and do the math too."
"It's nothing, it's just a tactic used by chickens and dogs."
"I heard that the master is very handsome. How about we go and see the handsome man?"
"What's so good about a handsome man? He's not as good-looking as you, my lady." The woman snorted disdainfully.
The woman walked forward, and the maid frequently looked back, but because there were too many people around the man, she did not see his face.
The maid followed the woman into a large house on the main street. There was a housekeeper waiting at the door. When she saw her master coming back, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss, Doctor Li is here and he has something important to tell you."
When the woman heard this, her face showed joy, and she walked a little faster and rushed to the lobby.
Sitting in the lobby was an old man with white beard and hair, who looked very elegant and dusty. He was holding a cup of tea and slowly sipping it. When he saw Chaoyan walking over quickly, he stood up.
"Uncle Li, please sit down quickly." The woman did not go to the top position and sit down, but sat on a chair on the left side of the table with Dr. Li.
A maid brought tea, and all the maids and housekeepers withdrew. Every time the master talked to the doctor, she didn't like people following her.
"My benefactor, I am very happy." Doctor Li smiled.
"Uncle Li, how many times have you told me to call me Xiaochao. Why are you so happy?"
"I recently had a misdiagnosis, do you want to hear about it?" Dr. Li told the story mysteriously.
When Chao Yan heard this, he realized that Doctor Li was definitely not here to tell a story. He wanted to say what was behind the story, so he nodded immediately.
"The daughter-in-law of Old Man Liu's family on East Street gave birth to a fat boy. He was very happy. At the age of thirty, she finally expected a son."
"Supposedly this is something that everyone is happy with."
"The strange thing is that his wife has always been here for medical treatment and anti-fetal medicine."
"A week ago, every time I took my pulse, it showed that I was pregnant with a female fetus. It was absolutely correct."
"Just three days before giving birth, I took my pulse again. The pulse was actually that of a male fetus. Do you think it's strange?"
"I don't dare to boast about anything else. I still have confidence in myself when it comes to feeling the pulse."
"I asked Old Man Liu if anything special had happened recently."
"He said there was nothing else but that a fortune teller saw that his wife was pregnant, which is not unusual."
"The strange thing is that she said to him - this time, I will ensure that you give birth to a big fat boy."
"What you say will follow the law." Chaoyan couldn't help but spit out these four words.
"I'm thinking that maybe the golden fairy you've been looking for has appeared here."
After hearing this, Chaoyan also thought about it with Dr. Li.
The person she had been searching for for many years finally appeared, and she was very excited.
