Wang Fugui's Counterattack

Chapter 1

1.

I am Wang Fugui, a combination of beauty and wealth...cannon fodder.

You readers who only know how to laugh may not know that there is another world, well, the characters in the novel are the residents of this world, such as me.

I am a cannon fodder living in Changpei Universe Sand Sculpture World Number 54884672, my name is Wang Fugui.

In our Changpei universe, after a novel is finished, the protagonist can continue to live in the small world of their novel, while us cannon fodder have to continue to play tricks in the big world.

In fact, I understand quite well, in order to survive, if we don’t continue to play tricks, what we are facing is disappearing.

Because we have lost the meaning of existence in the original novel.

This is my 54250th time to get a bento, don’t ask me why, I don’t know, maybe the author is jealous of me because I don’t have my beauty, or maybe the author has a crush on me for many years and hates me because of love?

How I look forward to an author who can discover the charm of my personality, let me be the protagonist once, let me live to the end, so that I don't have to continue to play tricks, but...not once.

You sand sculpture writers know how to write a few words all day long, and readers will know hahaha, have you ever cared about the mental health of your characters?

I see you are not.

I suspect that I have depression.

Don't call me hypocritical, if you have experienced 54250 inexplicable deaths, you will also be depressed.

Once I got a book about a strong woman, and I was showing off my power in front of the protagonist Shou, preparing to use my 360-style bed skills, but I was stinked to death by my own fart, can you believe it?quilt!since!Has!of!fart!Smelly!die!up!

If I get a chance, I'd love to talk to that author, who farts during doi?Besides, can a fairy like me fart?Even if you fart, it still smells like Bulgari Darjeeling tea, so it doesn’t stink at all, okay?

Another time, I received some cannon fodder who seduced the protagonist Gong. When I was posing in front of the protagonist Gong, I was spotted by the protagonist Shou, and then I was crushed to death by the protagonist Shou!

I would like to ask the author, which Crispy Duck novel's protagonist will fart!ah?which?Don't let yourselves go free just because you are sand sculpture writers, okay?Is the professional ethics of a bit of a danmei novel author good!

The most bizarre time was when I looked in the mirror, and I was inexplicably beautiful by myself...

I was lying on the ground with my eyes closed, a tear ran down my beautiful face, and I was crazily insulting the author with bullet screens, please don't mess with me, please!Changing crews and running around is so tiring!What if I live a few more days!

2.

I dragged my exhausted body on the way home, God, can you be more tolerant to me, is it my fault that I am beautiful and rich!Is this the reason these sand sculpture writers treat me like this!

The sky not only ignored me, but also thundered. I was so frightened that I quickly found a roof to hide. Although I would not get bento inexplicably after leaving the small world of novels, taking bento for a long time gave me an extra instinct reaction.

That is, when encountering "danger", I will hide faster than anyone else. After all, I was struck to death by lightning 45 times and was drenched in rain 23 times. When I was in danger, I was slower than anyone else. The way of death is not normal.

Why do I always get bento boxes? This is about the first author who created me. It is the Gathering of the Sand Sculpture World. She has written countless sand sculptures that make people laugh, and I am the only one in her pen that is the most miserable. cannon fodder.

A cannon fodder for a local tyrant who contracted leukemia and died young.

Since then, I seem to have been given a bento buff, and I haven’t survived the entire book once. Sometimes, the protagonist Shou is late due to traffic jams due to a road accident, and is called by the protagonist Gong to the office to make stuffed sauce. I am the one who was hit by the car accident Dead cannon fodder.

Thinking about it this way, my existence seems to be quite meaningful.

fart!Meaningful ass!

Sacrifice me just to make you stuffed sauce, the author, are you afraid that I will report you, let you go into a small black room and cry to edit the article, let me tell you, now Pepe is stricter!

Speaking of sex. Life...

The bed of other protagonists is about to collapse. As a cannon fodder, I am still testing the edge of the broken place repeatedly.

Because I am not the main character, I can’t even drive. I need a driver’s license to drive. The main character is applauded for driving. We drive without a license. If we are caught, we will be reported, locked up in a dark room, and some even be deleted directly.

Being cannon fodder, what a pain!

In fact, I am not reconciled, I also want to be the protagonist, even if there is no protagonist, the sub-CP is fine, as long as someone with a name can live to the end, I am satisfied, but unfortunately my name is the name of the first novel , Wang Fugui is indeed very rich, but his beauty is unlucky, hey...

I was lying on the big bed of 13484672 square meters and rolled wantonly. I will join a new world of novels tomorrow. I don’t know what kind of death I will face.

I must perform well this time, show my advantages perfectly at 365 degrees, let the author discover my goodness, and then I can climb to the pinnacle of life, become the protagonist, marry a rich and handsome man, become a beautiful fairy man, and never again No need to run for your life!

Thinking of this, with a sweet smile on my face, I fell asleep on a pillow filled with 18404676 goose feathers.

3.

In the morning sunshine, I walked to the gate of the new world with joyful steps.

"Beep—hello, please show your ID barcode."

I stretched out my arm, and the barcode on my arm was recognized by the machine in front of me.

"Beep—hello, Mr. Wang Fugui, this is your script, accept the script and start sending it."

After I accepted the script, I was teleported to the new world. I opened the script and read it roughly, and my eyes lit up. This... this time the character finally has a name!

Let me see what the name is... oh, it's called Wang Chenfei, it sounds really nice, huh?I... I... I'm not dead?This script is not dead!

Does this mean that an author has finally discovered my excellence!

Great joy overwhelmed me, and I was as happy as a 300-jin child, bouncing up and down.

"The devil! Take your life!"

An ancient sword sank into my chest.

I opened my eyes and fell slowly.

A man with picturesque features and a cold temperament drew out his ancient sword, looked down at me, and said, "When you slaughtered thousands of people in Wucheng, you would have imagined that such a day would come, and you would regret it!"

I lay on the ground and said aggrievedly: "There is no massacre in my script, you must have mistaken the person!"

The man's face changed slightly, he knelt down to stare at my face, touched his chin, and said suspiciously in his voice, "I... did I recognize the wrong person again?"

Depend on!Daringly, this is a patient with severe face blindness!

After a while, a clear male voice sounded, "Brother, have you caught that big devil?"

The man hurriedly turned his head and said, "Hey, hey, junior brother, you came just in time, come and recognize him, is this person that devil!"

The young man who came later had a beautiful appearance, which was comparable to mine. The young man only glanced at me and said, "Senior brother, you have misunderstood the person."

Hearing this, the man froze. He squatted in front of me in embarrassment, rubbing his hands, and spoke in Tianjin dialect: "Brother, it's really not pure intention to refer to me. Didn't Jie admit the wrong Yin'er!"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of my mouth: "I...I...I hate..."

The man squatted down and asked: "Brother, are you talking too much, repeat it again, don't tell me, speak louder and repeat it again, I can't hear you clearly!"

The tears from the corners of my eyes slipped and fell into the grass without a trace.

Be a cannon fodder...

Really bitter!