The trip of the plot restorer

Qu Zheng didn't even look at him, and walked in step by step.

The man in yellow shouted, "Stop!"

He dodged to stop the person, but for some reason, the person walked very slowly, but he couldn't stop him.

Qu Zheng walked in, only to see a huge courtyard as soon as he entered, just like an ordinary house, nothing special.

What was unusual was that as soon as Qu Zheng entered, more than [-] people in yellow clothes appeared from every corner.

Everyone still held a variety of weapons with a cold light in their hands.

They surrounded Qu Zheng in an orderly manner without making a sound, obviously well trained.

Qu Zheng stood among a group of extremely dangerous killers, his expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "Are you all involved in the operation of the Iron General Temple?"

None of the men in yellow answered, but the courtyard was suddenly filled with a murderous aura.

Qu Zheng nodded slowly amidst a thick murderous aura, and said, "If you don't speak, you will acquiesce, very good!"

Along with the good voice, the world was suddenly filled with screams and blood.

It was as if a brilliant white light emerged from the nine heavens and ten earths, spilling red blood all the way to the sky.

It was a large room, with only a small transom in the high wall on the right.

The door is also very small, only allowing one person to enter sideways, and it is tightly closed without a single gap.

The walls are painted with a thick white paint, because the white paint is not a civil wall, but a steel cast.

This house is an iron room that is almost airtight.

There are two wooden beds in the corner of the room. The beds are rough white quilts and have no pillows. They are very simple.

There is a large table in the center of the room.

The table is full of all kinds of books and files.

Other than that, there was nothing, not even a chair to sit on.

This room is where Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming work and sleep.

Shangguan Jinhong was standing and dealing with the books on the table.

Because he believes that only by doing things standing up can he maintain the best condition, the best and fastest efficiency.

He established the Money Gang not for enjoyment, but for supreme power.

Jing Wuming stood behind him like a javelin, motionless.

The two of them remained silent all this time, except for the rustling sound of Shangguan Jinhong handling the account books, it was as quiet as a tomb.

This house is indeed like a tomb, and ordinary people would never live in such a place.

Shangguan Jinhong is certainly not an ordinary person, he is a worshiper of supreme power, for power and money he strictly demands himself, at any cost.

And what about Jing Wuming?What he is for, I am afraid that even he himself does not know.

Because his life for more than twenty years has been under Shangguan Jinhong's control, without freedom or breathing.

He is the shadow of Shangguan Jinhong, and everything is Shangguan Jinhong, and he is also a murderous puppet.

His life is meaningless and he doesn't know what to live for.

The room is soundproofed, so you can't hear anything outside at all.

There was still a lamp burning in the house, and it was actually daylight outside.

Shangguan Jinhong finished processing the last account book, put down the brush, and asked, "How is the matter going?"

He asked this sentence because Jing Wuming just came back from outside not long ago,

Jing Wuming said, "Li Xunhuan was rescued by Shen Fei."

Shangguan Jinhong's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Well, where's Xiao Fei?"

Xiao Fei refers to his son Shangguan Fei.

Jing Wuming said, "I didn't find it."

Shangguan Jinhong's expression moved slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

The knock on the door was rhythmic, neither too fast nor too slow, neither high nor low.

Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming frowned at the same time.

In the Money Gang, no one would dare to knock on the door like this.

The person who knocked on the door was definitely not from the Money Gang.

Jing Wuming scolded softly, "Who is it?"

After a while, a voice said faintly, "It's me."

Both Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming's expressions changed.

There are never more than three people in this world who can make the two of them famous and discolored, and the person speaking outside the door is one of them.

The two were silent for a long time, Shangguan Jinhong said slowly, "Open the door."

Outside the gate of Shenjiazhuang, a decisive battle is going on.

On one side were seventeen men in yellow clothes, who could be seen as subordinates of the Money Gang.

There were only nine people on the other side, including a blind man and a tall woman who was blind in one eye.

There was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and almost everyone in the nine-person side was dripping with blood.

Blocking the front was a big man like an iron tower, naked to the waist, desperately blocking almost all the attacks of the men in yellow.

One of the men in yellow slashed the big man's left shoulder with a fish-scale knife, and with a bang, the sharp blade stuck into his flesh. His iron fist flew up, and the man in yellow flew away with a bang.

This big man is the Invincible Vajra Tie Chuan Jia, who is wearing an iron shirt and practicing kung fu horizontally. If so, his left arm can no longer be lifted.

Tie Chuanjia yelled anxiously, "Retreat quickly! I'll block them... retreat quickly!"

The woman who was blind in one eye was Aunt Weng, nicknamed the female butcher, she gritted her teeth and said sharply, "I can't retreat, I will take you away even if I die!"

Tie Chuanjia paused and said, "Why do you bother to do this? If you are all dead, how can you take me away?"

The blind man smiled grimly and said, "Even if we die, we will take your ghost with us."

Tie Chuanjia gritted his teeth, blood came out from his bite, and in order to block the sword that was stabbing at the blind man, he received another blow on his body. He said loudly, "If I die now, can you leave?"

Gongsun Yu, the Yin-Yang Swordsman of the Northern School, hissed, "If Zhongyuan Bayi can't take your life with his own hands, he will die in peace."

Tie Chuanjia laughed miserably, and no one knew why he could still laugh.

His smile is really creepy, he laughed and said, "It turns out that you are just trying to kill me with your own hands, it's easy..."

He laughed and rushed towards the dagger in Gongsun Yu's hand, only to hear a pop, and the dagger pierced into his chest.

Gongsun Yu was stunned.

All Zhongyuan Bayi were stunned, and it was unbelievable that Tie Chuanjia would disregard his own life for them.

Tie Chuan was panting like an ox, panting, "My debt has been paid off, why don't you leave?"

Gongsun Yu twisted his pockmarked face and said, "You...you...you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard screams, and the seventeen men in yellow retreated like a tide, and fled in all directions.

Everyone was stunned.

A person appeared in front of them at some point, with erratic body movements and windy palms, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, repelling all the men in yellow in an instant.

I saw this man in green clothes and black hair. Although his face was very pale, he still couldn't hide his peerless elegance.

Tie Chuanjia's eyes lit up, and he called out, "Hero Shen!"

Shen Lang nodded and said, "Are you all okay?"

Tie Chuanjia still had Gongsun Yu's dagger stuck in his chest, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Gongsun Yu let go of the dagger, panicked.

Shen Lang supported Tie Chuanjia, touched the vital points around his chest, stopped the bleeding, and then pulled out the dagger.

The dagger missed the heart, and Tie Chuanjia's life was almost saved.

Shen Lang sighed, "What's going on?"

No one spoke because they really had nothing to say.

People in their Jianghu are called the Eight Righteousness of the Central Plains, and their righteousness is the first, but they often do wrong things, harming others and themselves.

Tie Chuanjia's face turned pale, and he said, "Yi Mingtang, Second Brother Yi, although I'm sorry for Boss Weng, but..."

The blind Yi Mingtang interrupted him and said, "I already know that we are all wrong."

Aunt Weng trembled, "Anyway, it is true that we have wronged you, my husband..."

Before he finished speaking, tears were streaming down his face.

Everyone was in tears.

The moment Tie Chuanjia sacrificed for them, they already understood.

How could such a person be a villain who betrayed his friends and brothers?

There must be something else hidden about their boss Tianjie back then.

Tie Chuanjia would rather be wronged and hunted down, and he has not explained it for more than ten years, he must have other difficulties.

Tie Chuanjia couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and the tears were mixed with blood and flowed endlessly.

He would rather die than shed tears, but no one can imagine the pain of being wrongly hunted down for more than ten years, not even a man of iron can bear it.

Zhongyuan Bayi all lowered their heads.

What the truth is is no longer important.

They harmed Tie Chuanjia and themselves. As long as people are still alive, they have hope and can make up for everything.

After everyone calmed down, Shen Lang asked Tie Chuanjia, "Why did you come here?"

Tie Chuanjia said, "I got news that my young master will come to Shenjiazhuang."

Shen Lang said, "Who is your young master?"

Tie Chuanjia said, "Li Xunhuan."

Shen Lang nodded, before saying anything, Yi Mingtang suddenly said, "Tie Chuanjia, you come with us."

Tie Chuanjia asked in amazement, "Why?"

Yi Mingtang still had a straight face and said, "Since we hurt you, we will heal your wounds."

Zhongyuan Bayi left, taking the injured Tie Chuanjia with him.

Zhongyuan Bayi's temper is well-known throughout the world. They insist on curing Tie Chuanjia with their own hands, and no one can stop them.

Of course Shen Lang wouldn't stop it either.

He then also left Shenjiazhuang.

Before leaving, he left a letter in A Fei's house.

Of course the letter was for Ah Fei.

The letter read: "A Fei, Qu Zheng and I have left, and we will never come back.

I have never owed anyone in my life, including your mother, except you.

Even if I spend my whole life, I can't make up for the harm I did to you.

Qu Zheng is the one I really love, and I have been hiding it from you, and I know you won't forgive me.

However, all this is not important anymore.

With Li Xunhuan by your side to accompany you, I can rest assured, take care of yourself. "

A Fei and Li Xunhuan finally arrived at Shenjiazhuang, of course they saw this letter.

Ah Fei was trembling all over while holding the letter.

Li Xun Huan couldn't believe it, and asked repeatedly: "How is this possible? How can it be the same person? Why is it like this?"

A Fei is actually the son of Shen Lang and Bai Feifei, so A Fei's uncle should be Bai Feifei's brother Wang Lianhua.

Since Qu Zheng claims to be A Fei's uncle, then the two are the same person.

Qu Zheng turned out to be Li Xun Huan's flying knife master, but he didn't recognize him.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Li Xun Huan was puzzled, thinking hard, suddenly heard A Fei shouted, and rushed out like crazy.

"A Fei! A Fei! Calm down!"

Li Xun Huan shouted anxiously, and immediately chased him out.

The author has something to say: Khan, this chapter has been revised repeatedly, but I still haven't written what I want to express.

☆、Affy's lingering love

The author has something to say: Little angels, don't be nervous.

In order to make up for and comfort you, I finally wrote a happy ending in the next chapter, which is absolutely beautiful and happy.

Therefore, this article has two endings, one sad and the other sweet.

Well, the ending of this chapter is indeed a bit cruel, and I can't bear it myself.

Shangguan Jin Hong said slowly, "Open the door."

Jing Wuming opened the heavy iron door, and after a while, a person walked in slowly.

His footsteps were very light, with almost no sound. As he walked in, the breeze blew into the room, and a faint smell of blood was blown in.

I don't know if the smell of blood came from this person, or it was blown in from outside the door.

Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming still had no expression on their faces.

The lack of expression just reflected the shock in their hearts.

They don't need to look to know what's going on outside.

Qu Zheng walked into the coffin-like room, facing the two top masters in the world, but the expression on his face was as leisurely as if he was visiting his own garden.

He walked around the room, and finally came to the table full of books and files, picked up the largest and thickest book, and flipped through it casually.

Shangguan Jin Hong, who was standing opposite the table, had the corners of his eyes twitch violently the moment Qu Zheng picked up the account book.

Qu Zheng noticed it and couldn't help laughing.

There was a strong irony in his smile.

He stared at Shangguan Jinhong and said, "Are you angry? There are things that make you even more angry." As he spoke, he tore up the account books one by one.

Qu Zheng purposely tore slowly and vigorously, and there was a crisp sound of tearing pages in the room as quiet as a tomb.

While tearing, he stared at Shangguan Jin Hong's face.

Shangguan Jinhong's face seemed to be wearing a very thick mask, his whole body remained motionless, but his eyes couldn't control the anger anymore.

These account books are his foundation, his life, everything about him, and he almost wants to do it.

But he had to be patient, he didn't want to die yet.

Qu Zheng laughed, and said, "Aren't you very angry? Why don't you just die of anger, and save me from doing it myself."

Following his words, a cold light flashed towards Shangguan Jinhong.

The cold light is so fast that no one in this world can escape it.

Of course Shangguan Jinhong was no exception, but he didn't die, his whole body was enveloped in a ball of white light, the white light surrounded him endlessly, and his life was intertwined with each other.

The only face that Shangguan Jin Hong showed was a terribly blue face.

He had never been so close to death, it was a living torture.

If it were someone else, under the shroud of such a ball of light like a god of death, it would be almost enough not to be scared to death.

After all, Shangguan Jin Hong was a hero of the generation, yet he still remained motionless.

Qu Zheng said coldly, "You shouldn't touch my people and cause trouble for Shen Lang and the others. You should be your leader, and I don't bother to talk to you, but you just like courting death."

"How can you allow other people to snore beside the couch?" Shangguan Jin Hong's voice was unexpectedly calm, "The winner is king, the loser is Kou, each depends on his own means, what can he say?"

"You're not convinced?" Qu Zheng laughed again, and said, "Believe it or not, I chopped you up piecemeal."

As you uttered the words, Shangguan Jinhong's muffled hum was accompanied.

His left arm flew out of the light ball, and hit the iron wall with a bang, covering the blood-red plums all over the wall.

Jing Wuming's face changed drastically, his stone-like face collapsed and shattered, and he shouted, "Stop!"

He actually yelled and rushed into the ball of light, and suddenly heard crackling crackling sounds like firecrackers, and there was another loud bang, Jing Wuming flew out backwards, and fell heavily on the hard ground outside .

He struggled to stand up, but he spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately passed out.

There were only two people left in the iron house, and there was silence for a moment, only the sound of Shangguan Jinhong's blood dripping on the ground could be heard.

After another while, Qu Zheng said, "Are you wondering why I didn't just kill you?"

"Why?" Shangguan Jin Hong's voice was hoarse.

The fear before dying was crushing his originally incomparably strong willpower little by little.

This is much more terrifying than any torture. After all, he is a human being, and he is also weak and fearful.

Qu Zheng didn't answer right away, and after a long time, he said, "It is said that your martial arts has reached the state of selflessness, that is, there is no ring in your hand, but there is a ring in your heart, so I want to experience it, and it can be regarded as giving you a chance, lest you I'm not convinced even if I die."

"Really?" Shangguan Jinhong quacked, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his twisted face covered with beads of sweat.

"Of course it's true, you still have a right hand, and this right hand is your only chance of survival."

Qu Zheng said lightly, and slowly sat down on the ground.

The way he sat on the ground was like sitting in another world. His thick and long eyelashes drooped, leaving a small shadow on his flawless face. He closed his eyes slightly with a calm expression.

At this moment, no one knew what Qu Zheng was thinking.

No one knew why he took the risk to give Shangguan Jinhong a chance.

Jing Wuming hasn't woken up yet, there is no fourth person here who witnessed all this and what happened at this last moment.

One day, a long, long time later, Qu Zheng, who had returned from various times and spaces, received the best psychological counseling and medical treatment.

Among them, the doctor asked: "Why did you die with Shangguan Jinhong at that time? You don't have to do that."

"There is no reason, I just want to die, there is no reason."

Qu Zheng replied with a smile.

The doctor typed a line on the computer notebook.

Patient: Qu Zheng

Diagnosis result: hidden depression.

Pathological cause: a syndrome unique to plot restorers.

Shen Lang finally came to the Qiang Gang, stepping over corpses with stumped limbs and broken arms along the way.

The weather today was very gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be very close to the people's heads.

There were bursts of thunder in the distant sky, and it rained heavily on the top of the mountain, but there was not a single drop of rain falling from the sky above Zhongzhou City.

Jing Wuming woke up at some point, and stood outside the iron house, he didn't go in.

His eyes were empty and dazed. Although his body was still standing upright, his heart was already dead.

Shen Lang walked past him, but he didn't respond at all.

Shen Lang also didn't seem to see him, and went straight in.

The blood in the room had already congealed, but Shangguan Jinhong didn't even see the corpse, it seemed to have been wiped out.

Qu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the foot of the table, with his eyes closed and his face as white as snow.

No scars could be seen on his body, but he had stopped breathing a long time ago.

Shen Lang's face was very calm, as if he was calm beyond the world, he leaned over and kissed Qu Zheng's cold cheek, hugged him, and walked out of the money gang step by step.

Zheng'er, I know you are not dead, there is no way you will die.

You just went back to your world in a way I don't know.

You fled from me in death.

That's okay, it doesn't matter anymore, and I don't care about anything.

Shen Lang carried Qu Zheng step by step into the sunset, towards an unknown distance.

From then on, no one knew where Shen Lang had gone.

Including A Fei and Li Xunhuan, Panda Er, Zhu Qiqi and two children.

They traveled everywhere, but they couldn't find Shen Lang even in their whole life.

It ends with Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret.

Go up to the poor and fall to the underworld,

Both are missing.

Suddenly heard that there are fairy mountains on the sea,

The mountains are in the void.

Willing to be lovebirds in the sky,

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forever and ever,

This hatred is endless.

☆、Another happy ending

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"Master! Master! They're all shot!"

After Li Xunhuan shot the last throwing knife, he jumped up happily and shouted loudly.

Master trained him to fly knives, not by making a target and standing up for shooting practice like others, and putting various flying insects in a bag and letting him shoot them down with a flying knife.

In addition to bumblebees, there are also mosquitoes, flies, moths, and flying ants. Although they are very common insects, they are flying around in the yard. If he can't shoot them down in time, my mother will go crazy.

So every time he wished to give birth to eight hands, he was afraid that if he missed one, something big would happen if his mother saw it.

And the master watched leisurely from the side, or lay down to catch up on sleep, which was very comfortable.

There was a soft couch in the red pavilion, and there was a person lying on the couch, with a book covering his face, his face could not be seen clearly, Li Xun Huan's cry just made the man turn over lazily, his face The book fell down, revealing a face with exquisite eyebrows.

After all, Li Xun Huan was only ten years old, and when he was excited, he always wanted to share his joy with his master, so he threw himself into the pavilion and shook the young man on the couch vigorously.

"Master! Master! Wake up! Wake up!"

The young man didn't even open his eyes, and said lazily, "I told you not to call me Master."

"Why?" Li Xun Huan was born with a sensitive heart when he was young, and it can be seen that he is very sentimental when he grows up.

The young man said, "You are Xiao Li Feidao, the future hero. If you call me master once, I will lose ten years of life. If you call me a few more times, I will have to go to the boss of Hades for tea."

"Really?" Li Xun Huan lowered his head and looked at his toes. He always felt that Master didn't like him, otherwise how could he say that, how could he have harmed Master.

He respects and loves his master so much.

Li Xun Huan felt very uncomfortable, he was stunned for a long time before he saw a book on the ground.

This book is a precious book of pity and flowers that Master often holds in his hand to study.

Master must have been too tired today, and fell asleep accidentally while watching, that's why the book fell to the floor.

Li Xun Huan bent down to pick it up, put it on the table beside him, thought for a while, and said, "Did Ah Fei mess with you again last night?"

"Yeah, he's a little uncomfortable. He always wakes up and cries at night, and it's almost dawn before he is put to sleep. Pfft, ha..."

The young man finally got up from the couch and stretched his waist. When he opened his eyes, he saw his little apprentice's red pig-headed face, and he couldn't help laughing.

Li Xunhuan's pig's face was stung by a wasp just now, there are seven or eight bumps, it has always been like this in the past, and he got used to it over time, but Master always smiles every time he sees it, and never tires of it.

Master is the best-looking person he has ever seen, he likes Master the most, and he also likes the child that Master often talks about.

Although he has never seen the little boy named A Fei.

I don't know why, but I forget my master, little Ah Fei, and everything.

Because this was originally the best memory in his heart.

Li Xun Huan woke up, rubbed his forehead, and sighed.

During this period of time, he kept dreaming about Qu Zheng's past, and his memory seemed to be restored.

He turned his head and didn't see Ah Fei sleeping on the other bed, so he wasn't surprised.

A Fei always got up much earlier than him, so he must have gone to the Yunwu Cliff.

This is a small island in the sea very close to the south.

It may be because it is connected to the horizon of the sea, so the island is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round. From a distance, it looks like a fairy island in the world.

The four seasons on the island are like spring, with melons, vegetables, and rare and exotic fruits constantly. The people on the island live their lives at sunrise and rest at sunset. paradise.

After several months of sailing, Shen Lang and others came to this island and settled down.

After being single for more than forty years, Panda finally found a girl he liked on this island and got married.

Zhu Qiqi lives on the island to the east with his two children.

Shen Lang and Qu Zheng lived in the south.

As for A Fei and Li Xunhuan, they are caught between the two.

There is a delicate balance between them.

There is a cliff on the island, which is the best place to see the clouds and mists. Standing on it is like being in a fairyland.

There were already two people sitting side by side on the cliff. They lowered their heads and whispered from time to time. They seemed to be very close and very affectionate.

Ah Fei came to the foot of the Yunwu Mountain Cliff, and looked at the two people from a distance, standing still for an unknown amount of time.

When Li Xun Huan found A Fei, he saw A Fei like this. He looked at the thick dew on A Fei's head and shoulders, and sighed.

Ah Fei still couldn't let go of his feelings for Qu Zheng.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Fei suddenly said, "Do you believe it? In fact, Zhengzheng likes me the most."

"You should call him uncle," Li Xun Huan sighed, "Master really likes you very much, he likes you as if you are his own child."

"I don't believe it, Zhengzheng loves me, Ah Fei."

Ah Fei said stubbornly, a child-like daze appeared in his dark eyes.

Li Xun Huan felt a pain in his heart when he saw it, took his hand, held it with his own, and said softly, "A Fei, he will always be your uncle, and his love for you will not change in the slightest, you have to understand, okay?" ?”

Li Xun Huan's hands were warm and thick, layers of warmth passed into Ah Fei's heart through the two tightly holding hands.

Ah Fei finally turned his head and looked at Li Xun Huan in a daze.

Li Xunhuan's blue eyes flashed with tolerance like sea water, his eyes were extremely gentle, with inexhaustible affection, dazzling like stars in the sky, he smiled and said, "A Fei, you still have me, I am better than you Uncle loves you more."

Ah Fei stared at Li Xun Huan in a daze for a long time, his face suddenly turned red.

Qu Zheng was tired from sitting on the cliff, so he lay down.

Shen Lang also lay down, turned sideways, hugged Qu Zheng, wrapped his arms around his waist, put one long leg on him, and sighed contentedly.

"Zheng'er, I always feel like I'm dreaming, my happiness is unreal."

Shen Lang gently pecked his lover's soft and sweet red lips, and said in a low voice.

Qu Zheng nestled lazily in Shen Lang's arms, very comfortable.

He just laughed when he heard Shen Lang say that, Shen Lang always said that, the two of them have been together for so long, I don't know why Shen Lang still feels so insecure.

Sure enough, Shen Lang said again, "I dreamed about you again last night."

I dreamed that you died in my arms, and I kept walking with you in my arms. I didn't know where I went, but I only knew that I never put you down.

Shen Lang didn't say these words, the pain of suffocation in the dream still remained in his heart, every moment after waking up, he was always worried that all this was a dream, and Qu Zheng would eventually leave him.

For some reason, Qu Zheng could feel Shen Lang's sadness at this moment, it was so real.

Qu Zheng felt distressed all of a sudden, and took the initiative to kiss his eyebrows, and said, "Shen Lang, I promise, I will never leave you again in this lifetime."

Shen Lang hummed, and responded to Qu Zheng's kiss, the two were entangled and could never be separated.

A Fei and Li Xunhuan at the foot of the cliff had already quietly left.

Legend has it that a man named Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the butterfly took him to live the happy life he wanted.

When Zhuang Zhou woke up, he didn't know whether he dreamed of the butterfly or the butterfly dreamed of him.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, why bother to be serious, as long as you are happy.

End of the full text.

The author has something to say: Heck, cough, let me tell you, the real ending is actually the last chapter, but considering that many people like to read the ending of the last chapter first when they read the conclusion, if they are abused, they will abandon the article up.

So this chapter is to confuse the little angels (was photographed flying)

Kekeke, just kidding.

In short, there is abuse and sweetness, and there is sweetness and abuse. The ending of this article is sweet and abused.

Also, don't pursue the question of logical illogicality, I have tried my best. ?

☆, postscript

The reason why I opened another chapter is because many people don't like to see the author have something to say.

This article is finally over, I am very happy, both for myself and the readers, I have an explanation, because no matter whether it is written well or not, at least it is not a pitfall.

I opened the article on March 29th. I didn’t have any preparations, such as an outline. It was purely because my head was hot, so I always stumbled and stumbled. For more than half a year, I am really ashamed.

Martial arts literature is very cold in Jinjiang, and it is comparable to Antarctica, so it was deserted until the end, and no one read it.

The mood is always ups and downs, and I can't calm down.

Fortunately, there are a few little angels supporting me. First of all, a little angel named Yun'er cast a thunderbolt. I was really overjoyed. From then on, I made up my mind that I must end it to be worthy of her.

Later, a few little angels responded to encouragement one after another, so I will not name them one by one. Anyway, thank you very much, it is you who gave me motivation and confidence.

In particular, Hahaha, the little angel, read my article halfway, and then encouraged me in each chapter until the end.

Hahaha little angel is my booster.

Surprisingly, two little angels were harvested at the end, which was really an unexpected surprise.

Besides, my original intention of writing this article is that I am a loyal book fan of Gu Longda. I have read almost every one of his martial arts. I have at least 11 sets of his books. From the age of [-] to the big one, the most classic one I have watched several of them hundreds of times, and that is no exaggeration at all.

I have also been an old reader of Jinjiang for five or six years. Like others, I also read Dog Blood Mary Suwen and Tianlei Rolling Wen, which are purely for entertainment.

But I seldom read fanfiction, especially fanfiction by Gu Long and Jin Yong.

Because that is a piece of pure land in my heart, I don't want to destroy it.

I registered the author account last June. There was a reason for that. It was not for signing with Jinjiang, but for the sake of the pure land in my heart.

Because one day I accidentally read a Gu Long fan, which shocked me.

The author's writing style can't be said to be bad, it can only be said to be so-so.

Because this is the requirement of Jinjiang contracted authors to join V, I can understand.

But she wrote down all the protagonists in Gu Long's classics. She didn't understand the character of the protagonists in the original novel. She wrote one after another. It was too horrible to describe.

It is tolerable, what is unbearable, I commented on her article, she did not accept the opinion, had a tit-for-tat quarrel, and deleted my comment.

The author's fans also said, since you are so good, you said that she collapsed in writing, you can do it, you can write it and see.

Who knows how to write, whether it is well written is another matter.

So, that's it, on impulse, I opened an author account and wrote.

From then on, I started the painful and happy road of writing.