My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 22 Author's Current Reading

The third uncle, who was as pure as Angelica dahurica and as fragrant as Duruo, had no idea that he had become part of the play.

Of course, he didn't know that the "Legend of Huangji War Heaven" in his hand had actually become a remote control that made his beloved nephew nervous and uneasy.

She picked up the book and said calmly, "Your junior sister said that Long Batian's thoughts are extreme and his writings are full of misleading ideas. She even suspected that he was a member of the Demon Sect. I don't agree with that. It's just that as you said, that person is very skilled in martial arts and has been lurking in Lin County. I feel a little uneasy... Do you understand?"

Li Bailong said seriously: "Yes, I will assist you to find out the identity of this person."

Wei Henglan smiled with relief: "Your sister is new to the martial arts world, just like a fledgling, she is prone to get stuck in a rut. I hope you can take good care of her and know when to stop. Among the second-generation disciples, only you and your eldest sister are the least of our worries. Although Jianlan is clear-minded and decisive, she always lacks some considerations."

Li Bailong bowed his head respectfully to show his humility.

However, beneath the sanctimonious appearance, a heart full of considerations has begun to run wildly and make plans.

After a moment, he raised his head and whispered, "Master, please be wise. If a master whose background is unknown suddenly appeared in Lin County, the first person I would think of would not be the Demon Sect, but the Righteous Sect..."

"Although Lin County is only a county town, it has branches of the three major authentic sects, Xuanyuan Sect, Lingyu Sect, and Cao Gang. It would not be surprising if masters from these three sects were hiding here. Please let me know, Master. If you find out that this book is related to the three major sects..."

Hehehehe, hehehe, take this opportunity to divert the blame!
These three major sects were three of the six major sects in the Southern Dynasty, and they prospered as much as the country. How glorious and powerful! Although the second-generation ancestor sister had the "prospect inherited from the Six Sects", compared with these super sects, it was just a slightly loud fart. When she found the author of the Shuang novel and found it on the six major sects, it was like the Jing ０ operation had swept into ０００. Her father and brother would probably come to take her home overnight.

Yes, let’s do it!
Li Bailong had already made up his mind, and then he heard Third Uncle say, "You can think of this, which shows that you are serious and cautious... In fact, Uncle also thinks so."

Oh...ah?

He looked up in surprise and saw that his third uncle had slowly opened the "Legend of Huangji Zhantian".

Wait...wait a minute!
Uncle Master, Uncle Master, Uncle Master! If you have something to say, please talk to me nicely. Don't read such dirty and vulgar books!

Li Bailong was completely frozen. He saw Wei Henglan frowning and turning the pages while whispering, "Master also thinks that the author of this book is not from the Demon Sect, but comes from a famous and upright family..."

Ah...hahahaha, I was just talking nonsense, I was just talking nonsense, maybe he really is a member of the Demonic Cult...

"Not only does he come from a famous family, but he may also have some connection with me..."

Hahaha, how is it possible? How could a noble lady like Uncle Shi, who is as pure as ice and snow, have anything to do with such a vulgar author whose head is full of pornographic garbage? Hahahaha...

"He may know something about my past..."

Hahahaha how is this possible, Master never told me about you hahahahaha…

"Look... this is it."

Wei Henglan turned to a page, tapped a paragraph with her slender finger, leaned slightly towards Li Bailong, and showed him the page.

Li Bailong only felt that the alluring fragrance was a little stronger. His uncle leaned slightly to the side and stared at the pages of the book. This focused posture made him look even more glorious... But he still had no time to appreciate it!
Because the beauty opened her red lips slightly, he realized what his uncle was trying to do!

Ya Me Luo!

Here...not here!

The master could not hear his inner voice! But he saw the beauty holding the book, her cherry lips slightly opened, her voice was gentle, like falling jade plates, and she read out the wonderful passages of "Legend of the Imperial Battle Heaven" word by word!
"I only heard Zhang Yushu say affectionately: 'Yes, I couldn't find her today, I wish I were dead. Xiaoyue left me, I was also very sad. My cousin passed away, I wish I could follow her..."

——Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Lost... about to be lost...

——I’m going to lose face!
Don't recite it, don't recite it, don't recite it, Master, please don't recite it!

After all, it’s Li Bailong!

Jiangbei Dao Wu Kui's mental and physical cultivation enabled him to remain calm even when faced with such a brutal attack!
But beneath the mountain-like temperament like the bright moon shining on the river, there was a heart that was instantly boiling and tumbling with torment, as if being thrown into a furnace in the cold winter, or being thrown into a cold storage in the dog days of summer. He sat upright in the hall, and the clear voice of Third Uncle Master, like falling on a jade plate, seemed to be covered by a layer of glass and disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, the world turned upside down, time reversed, and it seemed as if we had returned to many years ago.

That was the first time I got full marks for an essay in elementary school.

It was during the winter vacation, when he was visiting relatives after the New Year. The whole family praised him for his good grades. His mother happily took out his perfect essay and began to read the entire text aloud.

That is an ideal. The title of the composition is "Ideal". The mother has a gratified expression on her face, as if "my son has the potential to be an emperor", because he claims that he wants to be the Secretary-General of the United Nations in the future.

——For a child, this is the highest official in the world.

He remembered his mother's reading at that time, as well as the praise from relatives, who praised the child for his good literary talent and understanding since childhood... This was true. After all, he was less than ten years old at the time, and he had fully understood a saying of the great writer Mr. Lu Xun - human sorrows and joys are not the same, but I just think they are noisy.

Stop reading, Mom. Stop reading, stop reading.

He just lowered his eyes until his mother finished reading the composition, until the adults' laughter stopped, until his mother touched his head and said with a smile, "You want to be the Secretary-General of the United Nations... That's great."

He just smiled reluctantly and said nothing. Ah, Mom, you must not know.

At this moment, at this very moment, the ideal of becoming Secretary-General of the United Nations was dead.

Your son has developed a new ambition.

My son...

——I want to be an astronaut...

He really couldn't imagine that he would encounter the same critical attack again after so many years!

Third Uncle's deadly curse continued.

The clear and pleasant sound penetrated the thick barrier of memories and reached Li Bailong's ears.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. It doesn’t matter at all. He’s broken, completely broken. Whether it’s having his composition read out loud in public or playing this kind of “author’s current reading” super high school level shame play, it doesn’t matter to him…

My health bar is empty. If you deal another 10 billion damage, what does it have to do with me?

"You... you ended up like this. I was very distressed and very sorry. I am willing to give up everything in exchange for being able to see you again. I feel the same way about you four..."

Read it, read it, it’s better to finish it, ha, there are typos, it’s obviously painful, why does it hurt...

Li Bailong's expression changed slightly - Third Uncle is so talented, how could he pronounce a word wrong?

He glanced at the scroll in his uncle's hand.

Although he wrote this book, he never had the courage to look at it directly before. After all, many people don't dare to look directly at their test papers, especially those in the teacher's hands... But now, he looked carefully and found that something seemed to be wrong?

"Uncle?"

He stretched out his hands and invited respectfully.

Wei Henglan was slightly stunned, but still handed the book over.

Pick it up, touch the paper, turn the pages, the title page, the last page, and the chapters in between.

My fingers are shaking.

The brain is trembling.

The soul is trembling.

Li Bailong remained calm.

This book.

This is an ordinary book.

This is the book that is often read by my uncle.

This book brought him the usual shame, the usual shock, the usual challenge and the usual great crisis.

also!
he!
mom! ! ! !

Yes!
盗！
version!!!!!!!
In an instant, the withered world that was as dead as ashes came alive. Li Bailong felt as if he was hit on the head with a knife. His whole soul was trembling, and unspeakable rage rose in his heart.

He thought of Wang Situ's barking, Tian Wenjing's mother, and Wuying Ge's food.

Shame, grievance and anger are intertwined and vibrate violently.

This emotion is so strong that if it can break through the dimensional wall, it will definitely cause great resonance and the aftermath will resound throughout the multiverse.

Because the essence of this emotion is the curse that Li Bailong cannot escape even if he travels to another world, it is the thorn in the side of online literature, it is my money (Jiajing accent), it is the roar that countless people have shouted or not shouted, that is...

〇 Fun Pavilion! I 〇 you 〇!
Li Bailong's face was as gloomy as water and he put the book on the table.

Decided.

Whether it's the identity being discovered, social death, the pseudonym being exposed, or the box being opened...

Before these things happened.

I want to find the people who printed pirated books.

—Then twist off his skull and use it as a bowl!
(End of this chapter)