Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

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Jiang Tingwan typed the last three words and four ellipsis marks on the screen, stretched himself, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh.

Finally finished.

After working hard for a month, she finally finished a novel that she had stopped writing a few years ago.

As for why I picked up a novel that had been discontinued for several years and worked so hard on it, it all started with a dream I suddenly had one night.

One day she suddenly dreamed of a name, and a group of cute little people whose faces she couldn't see clearly surrounded her with a light bulb and asked, "Look at my light bulb. Does it look like the electricity I generated for you in the commercial?"

She jumped up and thought for a long time about the name that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Finally, it dawned on her that it was from a novel she had written a long time ago.

She turned on the computer and entered the backend, found the long-discontinued novel, and confirmed that the name was Mu Yunzhong. It would not have mattered if she didn't read it, but as soon as she did, the memories of the dead began to attack her.

Looking at the few 72 comments, Jiang Tingwan was filled with emotion.

That was her second flop, the kind that really stopped updating. But at that time, she still met some kind-hearted little angels. For example, Han Yan and Xiao Daozi from Qingyun Town, who did more than a dozen things by themselves; He Lili, who liked Ju Jiang and basically showed her ads every day at that time; Huan Huanyu, who promised to see the ending and read this book from the previous book, maybe only time will tell; Lin Jingfeng, who liked Bai Yuha and left the first comment, and Miao Feng, who was the first to leave a long comment; Payne, who urged for updates, Qin Chen from Jiehe, who wanted to read the extra chapters, and Qingxuan from Saint Louis Island, who didn't give a full score but still left his footprints... and other friends who accompanied me but I really can't write any more here, so I'll just count the words, etc., etc....

More importantly, there was actually a big user who rewarded her 666 yuan for completing the story, but she actually stopped updating. She deserves to die. How could Jiang Tingwan do such a thing?

Now I think she must have found the reason for her dream. It must be that she was not virtuous enough to stop updating her novel, and now she is facing the condemnation of her conscience.

No, the head can be cut off and blood can be shed, but the article that has one person reading it must not be a waste, so Jiang Tingwan sat up on the spot, wrote furiously, and began the tentacle monster's liver-burning night life.

But you know what, even though it's been many years, when she picked it up again, the person in the story seemed to come alive. When she was typing on the keyboard, it was as if she was assisted by God, her ideas flowed like a fountain, and she finished it in one go.

Sometimes she would wonder whether she had set up this story, or whether the people in this story were leading her away?

It seemed like she became their recorder?

Oh, but this is not important. What is important is that she should not let down the readers and leave no holes. This book is finished, and I have made it clear from now on. From now on, if you scold the author who stops updating, you can no longer scold me.

After work, the hot summer is perfect for a bite of big watermelon. Jiang Tingwan opens his mouth and takes a bite. The rich juice explodes in his mouth, which makes him feel satisfied and his body cools down.

But it's too cool, so cool that a breeze starts to blow behind me, making me feel chilly.

She didn't set the air conditioner that low.

For some reason, she suddenly felt something was wrong behind her. She slowly turned around while squatting on the stool. She was so scared that the watermelon in her hand fell off and she screamed, "Ah..."

A powerful shout resounded throughout the building. "Who are you? I'm warning you, trespassing is illegal. I'm calling the police!"

A man dressed in black, with strange clothes, strange appearance and strange expression appeared in her room. After giving her a warning, Jiang Tingwan also took the time to admire his appearance. He was actually quite good-looking?

What's so good about a pervert breaking into a private house?

Bah, bah, bah, so ugly.

The man walked up from the dim light, covering his chest. Only then did she notice that red blood was flowing between his fingers as he covered his chest, and the pair of eyes that were looking at her did not move at all, and moved closer to her little by little.

Jiang Tingwan was stunned for a moment, then he put his finger on his shoulder and said righteously, "You can't enter someone's house as a cosplayer! Why are you smearing blood all over your body? Are you trying to scare people?"

With this touch, a biting cold came from his body. He felt like an ice cellar, with a chill all over his body.

He looked at her, his eyes red with grievance. He was a man who was a head taller than her, but at this moment he was like a child who had been wronged. He cried in a fragile voice, "I listened to you... but you are all gone..."

He looked extremely helpless, but Jiang Tingwan was stunned, as if he saw an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time. He stretched out his hand to touch her, but stopped because of the blood on his hand.

Jiang Tingwan was able to see closely the chest he had just covered. It was a bloody hole, and the things inside seemed to have just been dug out by someone with bare hands, and his lower body had already begun to dissipate.

Jiang Tingwan had never seen such a scene before, and he was so frightened that his eyes turned black. The person in front of him turned into dark red stars and disappeared into the air.

"Can I see her again?" In the void of darkness, a helpless voice prayed devoutly.

"Yes." In the void, a female voice similar to Sanskrit responded to the prayer.

"Fool, if you're asking for something, you should ask for what you want the most." A childish voice said anxiously.

"What I want most is for everything to start over again, for her to come back to me, for our choice to no longer have anything to do with anyone else..."

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"as you wish."

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"Thank you."

"With my eyes, I can only see God in order."

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"Who let you in? Bastard!"

There was a loud bang in the cave, followed by the sound of bowls and plates breaking to the ground.

Jiang Tingwan opened her eyes in fright at the noise, but what shocked her even more was that the young man kneeling in front of her had bloodstains on his back, and his torn clothes revealed the shocking wounds underneath.

The young man even knocked his head on the ground, saying, "I know I was wrong, please punish me, Master..."

What came into view next was the steel whip tightly held in Jiang Tingwan's hand, which was the culprit for the numerous scars on the young man's body.

She was so frightened that she immediately dropped the whip in her hand and stepped back.

Seeing this, the young man raised his head immediately. It was a face exactly the same as the man she had just seen, except that it was less vicissitudes and viciousness, and more fragile.

At the same time, the memories of this body instantly flooded into her brain, and the boy's name appeared before her eyes at this moment - Mu Yunzhong.

The end of Mu Yun!

The end of Mu Yun!

The end of Mu Yun!

Oh my god, she's in a book! It's a book she just finished writing!