The giant is me

When Tang Ying came to the signing event, the whole hall was densely packed with people, and many reporters were also carrying guns, and the flashing lights kept flashing.

In the background, Gongsun Liu leaned on the sofa and put on his makeup early. Thanks to the excellent quality of Interstellar Age cosmetics, it was not ruined by his movements of wiping away tears while reading a book.

Tang Ying saw that at that time, the work "Goodbye" he wrote in Zhibai's vest, a bloody essay in a literary and sad style, was also the last work of Zhixiaobai's announcement of leaving the pen.

After the publication of this work was announced, the orders on the Internet were sold out on the day of release, and on the waistband of the book was written a new generation of romantic queens who abused their hearts. It was so embarrassing that it was so embarrassing to dig out a castle with your feet. if.

"Teacher, don't read it in a hurry." He stepped forward helplessly and pulled out the book.

Gongsun Liu quickly pulled out of the state of the book, and sighed: "Why did Zhi Xiaobai close the pen so early, I'm still waiting for her to compete for the first place in the local version when she opens a new book."

Tang Ying: Thank you, but I don't want to write bloody stories anymore.

Although it seems that his teacher is extremely unscrupulous, there are endless praises for Teacher Gongsun on the Internet.

The main reason is that this well-known pigeon spirit, a man who contracted half of the jokes, this year, I don’t know what kind of stimulation, or someone beat him up, and he actually published the remaining few works in one go, and directly published this handed down work. To the end.

Before he finished, in fact, many people on the Internet had already begun to sing bad news.

"Although the beginning is very good, but this pigeon spirit has not updated, and there are several times in the middle that did not close with the previous foreshadowing. I am afraid that I don't know how to continue writing."

"It's never uncommon for a series to start well but fail to finish later. Not everyone has the ability to support an entire novel. This is a problem with the structure of the story."

"Before I thought that the people who praised this book as a masterpiece were too exaggerated. Who doesn't know that traditional literature in this era is dead."

Once such remarks are made, it will soon lead to a war between fans and black fans, especially when Gongsun Liu has not completed the agreement to publish the next book this year, this kind of war often ends in the victory of black fans.

However, at this moment, this rather wanton and unrestrained author didn't move, and made a big move as soon as he started-it was all over.

When several books were published in succession, they were sold out almost overnight, and all kinds of book reviews sprung up like mushrooms. Except for a few professional sunspots who were still tirelessly criticizing, most of the book reviewers They all sum up their mood in one word - beyond imagination.

Exciting beyond imagination, complete beyond imagination, artistic enhancement beyond imagination!

Even the book critic who analyzed Gongsun Liu’s lack of ability to control long novels did not hesitate to slap himself: “He will be the most outstanding novelist of our time. I have not seen such a complete structure for a long time. , and it has been a long time since I saw a foreshadowing grass and gray snake with thousands of miles, and I have never seen a more shining and unforgettable character than the protagonist of this book. What is stronger than character creation is the picture scroll of an entire era. His pen is slowly unfolding, and the waves are magnificent."

Book fans who have been following for a long time also realized that this time's work is beyond imagination. Mr. Gongsun is still the best writer who combines popularity and elegance. Not only is the story wonderful, but he can't help but meditate after putting down the book.

Therefore, this time the signing event also broke through Gongsunliu's record high, and the prepared plaza was packed to the brim.

This is not the age of the earth. The public is used to going out to participate in such gatherings. In the interstellar era where the amount of exercise basically depends on the star network, the offline activities that can attract so many people can be regarded as setting a record.

Tang Xiaoying smiled contentedly at Shen Wanzi who quickly approached the 100% career line and beheaded violently.

This time, Gongsun Liu's status in the literary world has reached a new high, but he himself is very calm, even grieving for the loss of a creative goddess: "I don't think this work would exist without these novels. "

Tang Xiaoying: →_→

"Teacher, you don't have plans for the next book, do you?"

"How could it not be?" Gongsun Liu's eyes widened. Any author is full of passion when it comes to digging a hole. "I have a little inspiration now, and I will write it down tomorrow."

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, there will be so many tomorrows." The little apprentice complained very shamelessly, and understood his teacher's peeing very well.

After a while, the pair of master and apprentice began to fight each other very plastically, and the staff couldn't help but hold back their laughter.

Alas, who can imagine that Mr. Gongsun is so approachable in private?

In the special cell of the security department, Qu Bei stared at his eyes in the mirror. At some point, his eyes turned light gray, and something crazy and evil was brewing in them.

"Does this really work?" he muttered.

"Besides doing this, you have no other choice," the system coaxed in a low voice, "We are imprisoned here for the first time, and once the soul escapes, I have to find the next body for you as soon as possible. You will be caught by the eyes and ears of the Lord God in this world, and you know what will happen to you."

The system continued to put pressure: "The last fragment I left has been used up, and the main god will only leave for one day. This is the last chance."

Thinking of the broken souls of other people, Qu Bei's eyelashes trembled: "But it's too dangerous to do so."

System: "Everyone has to pay the price for using false god-level props. When you got this prop before, you were much braver than now."

Qu Bei was just a cannon fodder back then. Because of his grievances with others, he was forcibly drawn into an S-level magical world by props. At that time, he just wanted to fight to the death. With the later Stowaway Organization.

It is true that the older a person is, the weaker he becomes.

He took a deep breath, according to the system, bit his index finger, and drew the magic circle that the system printed in his mind on the mirror.

As the blood continued to flow, his consciousness also became blurred. He fell to the ground weakly, but his soul was pulled out little by little. As the power of the props flowed into his soul, his figure gradually solidified.

Qu Bei's eyes widened, he looked down at his hands, and the power flowed between his bodies.

Is this the power close to the first level of God?

He clenched his hands tightly, a smile appearing on his face.

Due to the rapid decline in the vital signs of the prisoners, the originally locked cell was pushed open. The inspectors looked at the prisoner lying in a pool of blood in the bathroom, showed a surprised expression, and immediately sounded the alarm.

Qu Bei followed behind him with a smile, watching the wolf head leading the analysis: "Only the wound on the index finger, such a small wound will heal quickly, and it is absolutely impossible to die from excessive blood loss."

"Prisoners do not have coagulation disorders. In addition, with this degree of blood loss, the decline in vital signs will not be so fast."

"Can any expert in folklore explain the meaning of these patterns?"

Intense and tense discussions kept ringing out. Wolf Head stood up and called Tang Er: "We need you to come over and provide some relevant information."

System: "Don't worry, Tang Er has no way to tell these ordinary people the truth. Before the cover effect has passed, we must achieve our goal as soon as possible."

Qu Bei nodded: "Let's go, since we can directly draw the luck of a world, why do we need so many people to enter the small world to play?"

He raised a question, and after knowing a part of the truth, he just felt that the previous desperate work to complete the task was like a joke.

System: "That's too rough, it's hard to absorb the luck that is forcibly drawn, and it requires the power of a god, the main god, hmph."

"He won't slowly absorb luck from world to world, it's just a scam to squeeze us poor fast-travelers." Qu Bei supports the system's point of view. over the palace.

This palace located in the clouds is as dignified and elegant as ever, and the bells on the eaves sounded with the wind.

There was a hint of joy in the voice of the system: "This is where the protagonist's blood is tied, and the temporary gathering place of the world's core luck."

"Okay." Qu Bei nodded, and his body, which no one could see, fell instantly and rushed directly into the palace.

The scream of world consciousness suddenly sounded!

Tang Ying, who was still joking with his teacher, suddenly raised his head, the childish smile on his face immediately subsided, and anger burned in his eyes.

"Apprentice?" Gongsun Liucai went to the side to pour a glass of water, and when he turned around, he saw his good-tempered student showing such a frightening expression, and subconsciously took a step back.

But Tang Ying had already adjusted himself, his brows and eyes were curved, and he showed a smile without haze: "Teacher, you go to the front desk first, I want to go to the bathroom first."

Gongsun Liu Fue: "This is your first public appearance as my direct disciple...you go first, I will wait for you for a while."

"Okay." Tang Ying smiled and hugged the teacher's slender waist, turned around and rushed to the toilet like a breeze.

However, he went straight to the toilet window and fell from the air without hesitation. The next second, his body was elongated, and the dragon's genetic blood was completely stimulated. The black dragon's wings fluttered and instantly soared into the sky. !

This scene seemed to be slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. Many people only felt a gust of wind pass by, and when they looked up, they saw a black shadow going away.

Immediately afterwards, the effect of the amnesiac that Tang Ying had just redeemed was long overdue, making everything reasonable in an instant.

His Majesty was taking a siesta, the whole body was coiled like a flame-like dragon, his body undulated slightly, vibrating restlessly for a moment from time to time.

Qu Bei was suspended in the air, his eyes half closed, and the light fell behind him, like an angel with wings spread.

However, in the eyes of Tang Ying, who did not hesitate to pull the divine power to the god level, countless slender mouthparts protruded from Qu Bei's body in this scene, sucking a lot of purple luck into his body like a whale swallowing.

This is a direct attack on world consciousness.

Tang Ying stopped in his tracks, the black dragon with scales like obsidian sat upright, his light golden eyes penetrated everything: "You have the aura of a false god on you."

"Yes, you can't think of it," Qu Bei smiled triumphantly, his black pupils were filled with more and more light gray, "You are a high-ranking S-class fast traveler, you have touched the realm of God with your own strength, and I also have my own adventures, the Lord God has left for the time being, it is still unknown who will win this time!"