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 summer consciousness heard the change of the man's expression, and the house immediately 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 just 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 owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island said a little 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." Yi Xiaoyin persuaded him, and then said, "His name is summer, my name is Yi Xiaoyin, if you want to complain afterwards, you can go to the Shenyi Building to find us."
"Summer, summer? Yixiao Yin?" Tibetan Dragon Island was from Jianghai. Naturally, I 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, your Divine Medicine Group also has to make online dramas?" The owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island was interested in hearing this. "There are indeed several novels in my hand. In addition to selling copyrights, there is a better book.
More classic novels are called Hua Hua Gao ... "
"Shut up, I am not interested in telling you this." Summer was a little impatient, "What do I ask about the flowers?"
Yi Xiaoyin glanced at summer, and then added: "" Sky Star Flower Flowers "."
"Oh, this book, you are late." The owner of the Tibetan Dragon is a somewhat regretful to spread his hands. "This book has been bought out by Qi Aiyi. They are very willing to get money.
I bought it when the copyright was bought, and I couldn't write or write or something. "
Summerly skimped his lips: "I didn't ask you this."
"So what do you want to ask?" The owner of the Tibetan Dragon Island looked at the men and women strangely. "Come here 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're all, 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 smiled 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 for two or three seconds, and then said: "I remembered, that book is actually a custom-made book, and the plot was not conceived by me.
of."
"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 explained to Yi Xiaoyin casually: "It is an organization, similar to the Tiandao Group. It has been targeting me recently and has been destroyed by me. But the idiot Dragon God is not here.
Otherwise, I will definitely give him a severe beating."
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 person. Their studio also has an office in Jianghai. I gave me a business card and I will look for it for you." The owner of Hidden Dragon Island likes to listen to beautiful women the most, so he started to rummage through the island cabinets for a while.
Then he took out the business card and said, "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. Do you want to see it? I can send a copy to you." The owner of Hidden Dragon Island didn't know what Xia Tian meant by asking this, so he could only say 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.
"If he says it, you'd better listen." Yi Xiaoyin said calmly: "I hope today's incident will not cause you any trouble. The Miraculous Medical Group will call you later to pay for the damages."
It's all gone.
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 will be submitted in a few days." The owner of Hidden Dragon Island took a long time to recover, then patted his face and returned to the computer.
In front of the table.
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, 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.
The computer smashed: "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?" Summer stood at the top of a building gently, looking down at a certain office in the building opposite.
Yi Xiao's nodded: "That's there, what are you going to do?"
"How to do it?" 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 only one person in this floor, and this person had a strange breath fluctuations. So, she just raised her hand to break the broken glass, cement and reinforcement in the floor.
Dangerous items were gathered together and stuck to the nearby deserted mountains.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I still found it here." A man rushed to the summer and Yixiayin, "However, this battle is a bit 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 coming person smiled, and said, "What's more, don't you want to know, why do I know the elegance of the moon and the night
Is it so clear about Yu Mei? "
"No interest to know." I yawned lazily in summer, "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.
"Well, I really think that Lao Tzu is a sick cat, do you beat it!" The man apparently also moved his liver, and he picked up his aura, and he bombarded the past in 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 the summer, he leaned his lips, pinched his fistlessly, without a little special effects, and smashed the opponent's face solidly.
"Well!"
The man was bombarded into the potholes again, but this time it seemed that he couldn't get up.