"Master, you are teasing the sect master like this, are you really not afraid that the sect master will be angry?" He has changed his login identity three times and wasted three hundred days in the wasteland world before finally changing to a picture of Meng Qian who is satisfied with his 'lovely body' Jiao, holding a small fragrant wood fan in his hand, said to Song Qingwen.
Although it was Master who was speaking opposite, he had his legs crossed, and the curly hair exposed under his stockings made people tremble with fear.
Song Qingwen had long been accustomed to it, and said without changing his expression: "He will complain about me now, but he will be grateful to me later, and then..."
"What happens next?" Meng Qianjiao asked hurriedly.
Song Qingwen looked at Meng Qianjiao, then felt his eyes stinging, and looked away, and then said: "You will want to kill me!"
"Then why are you doing it, Master?" Meng Qianjiao sighed lightly, and then covered his thick beard with a small fragrant wood fan.
Song Qingwen turned around, put his hands into the pockets of his white coat and said, "Why bother? When doing something, there are often only two results, success or failure. So from the beginning to the end, skip this process, no matter what Whatever it is, it will be boring and dull. The important thing is... how to tell the story in the middle. Once the story is told, an ordinary old man can become a blind and lame dog by feeding it. A good story that everyone likes. If the story is told poorly, even if it is filled with gods and Buddhas, everything that you know and think about will be rejected by everyone."
"Then what should we do to tell this story well?"
Song Qingwen was asking Meng Qianjiao, turned his head... and then quickly turned back, as if nothing had happened.
Meng Qianjiao scratched his head with blond hair. Although the beard on his face was prickly, the blond twintails on his head looked a little refreshing.
"Mobilizing people's hearts? Just like what our disciples of the Ten Demon Sect do outside?" Meng Qianjiao asked.
His outfit is eye-catching.
The upper body is a low-cut dress, revealing half of the strong chest muscles, and the lower body is a miniskirt, which is also paired with white fishnet stockings and red high heels.
However, he didn't feel embarrassed at all with this kind of attire on the body of the rough and arrogant man he was.
It fully demonstrates what it means, as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
"Yes, it uses vivid language, vivid and interesting descriptions, and ups and downs, exciting plots to control people's emotions and play with their hearts. This is a good story, even if some people They can talk harshly, but they will never forget it." Song Qingwen seemed to be telling a story, but in fact it was definitely not the case.
Meng Qianjiao suddenly clapped his hands and said: "I understand! Master, you want to cut off the sect master's demonic essence!"
Song Qingwen said: "Wrong! Your master, I want to cut off the demonic essence of the monks in the world. What's the point of always cutting off the ordinary people and low-level monks? We, the people of the demonic path, should be able to have the power to be unafraid of all authority. Demonic nature, no matter who he is... let's cut him off and talk about it. When I am at my strongest and most powerful, within this sect... whoever speaks, who is in charge, who is in charge, who is the real one? magic?"
Meng Qianjiao covered her mouth and laughed, but the laughter was rough and made people have goosebumps.
"Master is so domineering, and my disciples like him so much!" Meng Qianjiao said.
Song Qingwen turned his face to prevent his majestic expression from breaking.
After chatting with his master for a few more words, Meng Qianjiao twisted her plump butt and walked away on high heels that were more than ten centimeters tall.
Song Qingwen walked to the balcony, stood on a high place, and reached out to catch the gray rain falling from the sky.
The originally strong corrosive force hit his palm, but it didn't cause any damage.
"Would you like my story...you...?" Song Qingwen took back his hand and went back to the laboratory.
Ke Xiaoliang doesn't like the story Song Qingwen is making up now.
"Ambitious? Arrogant? This is not the fucking Song Qingwen I know."
"Is he playing Mo Tingyuan or me?" Ke Xiaoliang had great reason to suspect that Song Qingwen might have thought of something, but he had no evidence.
Of course, Ke Xiaoliang was not afraid.
Ke Xiaoliang tells stories in the world of gourds.
Song Qingwen used the script written by Ke Xiaoliang to tell his own story.
These are normal.
After all, monks are not those players who are only good at showing their saints on the Internet.
They are monks who can appear at any time and then decide whether to live or die.
So until Ke Xiaoliang cuts leeks, there will be some people planning some things behind the scenes. Isn't that normal?
"If that's the case...then this is how I should write the script of Goddess!"
"Goddess of war? Goddess of civilization? Goddess of light? None...!"
As soon as Ke Xiaoliang's thoughts came to his mind, Leo in the wasteland world seemed to have received the apocalypse.
There were suddenly many more vague thoughts in his mind.
Some knowledge that had been forgotten suddenly became clear.
In a small hotel where identity checks were not strict, Leo threw Phoenix on the bed and began to sort out his notes.
"The goddess has two sides to her personality."
"This creates a lot of uncertainty for my subsequent work."
"The cold and arrogant goddess lacks affinity, which has both advantages and disadvantages for future missionary work. The foodie goddess is too lively, which makes it difficult to see through... This may be a deliberate disguise, which is the goddess's awakening to adulthood. Before, I put a protective color on myself." Leo took notes in a small language. In the last era, not many people knew it. In this era, there are probably no people who know this kind of language. .
It was Leo's habit to write down what came to his mind.
Because this will give him more room for lateral thinking, so that he will not run into a dead end sometimes.
"Currently, the foodie goddess has more real admiration value. But she still needs to show a reliable side... If possible, I will stabilize the personality of the goddess and let the foodie side take the lead." Leo said I don't think that the words I am writing at this moment are so blasphemous.
How can people...how can they try to control God, or even determine God's character and heart?
But that's what Leo did.
He has never been a sunny, positive, and positive character.
In order to achieve the goal of changing the world, he can give up a lot of moral integrity.
Phoenix covered his head and sat up from the bed.
"Who hit me on the head?"
"Damn...can't you be more accurate? And it's all over your head..." Phoenix said with a grin.
Leo added in his notebook: "Phoenix... he resists God, he can do it."
Then he changed the period at the end of the sentence to an ellipsis.
