'Yuegui Dada, do you want to update more tonight? '
Seeing this comment, Xiang Fengyu casually replied, "Add, there will be another chapter at eight o'clock."
Soon this reply was flooded with readers.
Yue Gui, a new author on the XXX platform, has made a breakthrough in the aesthetically tired online literature world with her dazzling book "Wangshan". She is called this year's "Purple Star from the Sky" author.
She is sincere, has a large number of updates, and is of good quality. From time to time she writes character plots on her account, which attracts many readers.
Before Ye Ting Feng Yu was still called a 'plagiarist', Yue Gui, who appeared at the same time as her, was her antonym.
However, in fact——
Listen to the wind and rain and the laurel at night.
They are all whispers to the wind.
"I moved my famous work from my previous life to this world and republished it. It seems to have a good effect."
As Yue Gui, she was chatting with the editor about comic copyrights, Xiang Feng Yu suddenly said while nestling in her chair.
System: [You should be lucky that the cultural backgrounds of the two worlds are similar, and in this world with so many crimes, your style is more popular than in your previous life]
Xiang Fengyu is the author of dog blood novels.
It's easy to write about dog blood, but it's hard to write about it. She can turn the old-fashioned dog blood into a new style that makes people's eyes shine. It's her style to tickle people's XP accurately.
"When Muyu finishes writing, I probably won't use the Ye Ting Feng Yu account anymore."
After all, it belongs to the original owner.
System: [I always feel that your success this time was fueled by someone behind the scenes. Is there someone who is trying to trick Xiang Jia, and you coincidentally coincide with him and just go along with it?]
[Otherwise, how can you alone defeat Xiang Shilan who has his back to Xiang Jia]
Xiang Fengyu actually had doubts.
"Is it possible that besides Xiang Jia, is there anyone in this world who is more powerful than him?"
The system doesn't know either.
After all, the entire story revolves around the heroine's life in the police world and the Yan family.
Xiang Jiadu only mentioned it once when cannon fodder Xiang Feng whispered at the beginning.
Since that day, the entire Internet has been experiencing a storm of lights out.
Many readers burned the autographs of Ye Lan, who they once regarded as treasures, or wrote long articles to scold Ye Lan. As a result, the protagonist and the male protagonist were separated for such a long time, and the female protagonist was constantly scolded.
Some fans even wrote a fanfic about "Jiang Xiao, whose consciousness was taken away by human traffickers and whose ending was wiped out, came to the real world and beat up Ye Lan."
'Ye Lan, you damned human trafficker! Quickly return the copyright to Ye Ting Feng Yu! '
'I'm sorry Ye Ting Feng Yu, I actually scolded her for so many years'
'Stealing children, finding guns, plagiarizing, you are really bad at it'
'In the original ending, Xiaoxiao became a good emperor and gradually no longer held the butcher knife in his hand. The two of them could visit Jiangning's grave in private and drink in private. They could go to Fangya Pagoda to see Huo Xuan together and pass by Jiang Xiaoxue's business on the way back to pick one. Bring the bracelet back to Mo Ni Ni, but because of you Ye Lan, one of them has been scolded for being ruthless for so many years, and the other has been locked up in a prison forever. You really deserve to die, get out of the network! '
'Quit the network! Quit the network! Ye Lan quits the Internet! Human traffickers don’t deserve to be authors! '
'I hate you so much, Ye Lan, please apologize to Ye Tingfeng Yu quickly, return the copyright to her, and let her publish the original ending! '
'Am I the only one who wonders? Listening to the wind and rain at night, Xiangjia didn't make any sound. It couldn't be that he was afraid, as if he was worried about something. '
Seeing Xiang Shilan, whose accounts on various online platforms were about to be wiped out, Xiang Fengyu showed no expression.
Just reap the consequences.
"Yueyue! Why don't you come to bring me tea today?"
After work, Xiang Fengyu went to harass Yan Xingyue.
A few days after Jiang Zhi was driven away, Yan Xingyue kidnapped him again.
Xiang Fengyu could imagine Jiang Zhiying's collapse.
'Tying your son is just like playing'
This is probably what Yan Xingyue wants to convey.
Compared to his mother's madness, Jiang Zhi himself adapted very well. He even had his own room (nanny's room) and his own bowl (dog basin) here.
"Yueyue~Yueyue~"
Xiang Feng whispered to people all over the room looking for Yueyue.
Finally found it in the kitchen.
"Yueyue, what are you doing..."
Xiang Fengyu looked at Yan Xingyue standing beside the cooking table with a complicated tone.
Before Yan Xingyue could speak, Jiang Zhi, who was holding a book and reading, said without raising his head: "He is making feed for the chickens."
Xiang Fengyu looked at the bottles and cans on the cooking table. One bottle was even gurgling with strange green gas.
"..." The hanging heart finally died.
[How could I forget such an important setting that a sickly young child can make poison...]
Inexplicably thinking of the pot of chickens that he had taken away, Xiang Fengyu suddenly felt a little strange.
"Can't you do it?"
Yan Xingyue was still holding a bottle in his hand. He raised his eyes when he heard the sound. His pale and delicate face was dotted with dark eyes. He was holding the poison as if he was pouring tea.
Xiang Fengyu took a deep breath.
"Do it! Do it! Do it! As soon as you do it, you will become ruthless, forget your feelings, and lose your life! Hundreds of young people with slanting drums on their backs are like hundreds of stones that are constantly being hit by strong earthquakes, dancing wildly in front of you. Suddenly Like the rain, it is the rapid drum beat; like the whirlwind, it is the flying tassels; like the frog, it is the jumping footsteps; like the sparks, it is the flashing pupils; like the tiger fighting, it is the strong grace. On the Loess Plateau, a battle breaks out What a magnificent, bold, and fiery dance - Ansai waist drum!"
Jiang Zhi's heroic roar was so frightening that he dropped the book in his hand.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Xiang Fengyu took a step back, bent down and stretched out his hand: "Dear Your Highness Yueyue, please."
Jiang Zhi closed the book in his hand.
"In this case, the old slave also resigned."
After saying that, he and Xiang Fengyu exited the kitchen together.
Yan Xingyue poured down the entire bottle in his hand with an expressionless expression.
"Sister, Xiang Shilan will not end this matter so easily."
Following Xiang Fengyu, Jiang Zhi moved slowly with his hands and feet chained.
Xiang Fengyu didn't even look back: "I know."
Seeing her slightly colder attitude than before, Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened for a moment.
Sighed inwardly.
"Sister, do you still remember the conditions I proposed when I promised to help you?"
Xiang Fengyu turned his head: "Sterilization?"
Jiang Zhi: "...I never said that."
The two of them stood still in the corridor, Jiang Zhi leaned against the wall, looking at her with the same eyes as Yan Xingyue.
"Can you sell the film and television rights to Muyu to me?"
He raised his eyebrows at Feng Yu.
"You want to take pictures of wooden fish?"
Jiang Zhi nodded.
"My bid will not be less. If you sell it to me, you won't lose even if the response is not good. If it explodes, it will be a win-win for both of us."
Xiang Fengyu didn't expect that this was what he planned from the beginning.
To be honest, as far as the current situation is concerned, she has offended the Xiang family, and copyright is really not easy to sell.
"Or, if you don't want to part with the wooden fish, you can give me other books to take pictures of."
Xiang Fengyu didn't expect him to be so confident in himself.
Just about to speak.
The phone rang at a really inappropriate time.
He took it out and glanced at the message, then blinked at Feng Yu, somewhat disbelieving what he saw.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her expression...as if she had stepped on something, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but ask.
Xiang Fengyu said in a complex voice: "You are right, Xiang Shilan really does not intend to end this matter easily."
But she didn't expect that Xiang Shilan would be so shameless as to buy someone else's pen name.
Just buy it...
I even bought her a small trumpet.
