Chapter 192 The little succubus that the gods love? The net hunted down by the editor
Chapter 192 The Little Succubus whom the gods are attached to? The online writer who was chased by the editor (10K)
"A being like a god is a very self-centered creature!"
The Lion Heart Lord didn't know what he remembered and sighed in a low voice.
Franca frowned.
She recognized Kyle as her younger brother. On the one hand, the child's mother was her best friend, and on the other hand, she also felt that Kyle was likable in all aspects.
Influenced by her father, Lion King, she likes boys who dare to act, are more ruthless and full of power and intimidation.
On the day when my father announced that he would bring Kyle to the ranks of Grand Duke candidates, Kyle's performance was extremely outstanding, and Flanka himself highly praised Kyle.
Under such circumstances, she suddenly had the idea of recognizing the child as her younger brother, which was a kind of willfulness to some extent.
After all... I really want to talk about it, this guy Kyle is much better than her brothers and sisters who are mostly weak and incompetent. If we count down, most of those younger generations are more than the talented Kai
Well, it's even further apart.
Now the situation has changed. If possible, Franca sincerely hopes that Kyle can take the position of Lionheart and guide the Principality of Ingillans to move forward to a further future...
The premise of all this is that Kyle can grow in the direction they hoped for without any harm.
Therefore, when he heard that the somewhat annoying Marquis of Grantham came to the Principality of Ingillans and began to take advantage of the situation and wanted to take action against Kyle, Franca did have some ideas to do it.
"Or, just kill this annoying guy, and the weak junior who defiled the glory of the ancestor Grantham, kept buzzing like a fly, and was a little unaware of it!"
But Franca still suppressed the unnecessary emotions in her heart. She does not mean her alone now, but also represents the face of the Principality of Ingillans to the outside world. Some things need to be taken a little care.
But if she is not easy to participate, the Lionheart is different.
She knew very well that the eldest dukes of the major priests, including her father, were themselves symbols of privilege. It can even be said that if it were not for them, they all followed the will of protecting the Iber Federation and sat in the seat of that grand duke.
Yes, these extreme force people are representatives of disrupting order.
But now the statement of Lion Heart is a bit intriguing.
"What is the situation with Kyle and the major churches? With ordinary relationships, it is unlikely that the church will come to help him in person, right?"
Franca thought a little about the meaning of his father's words and said in a low voice.
"That's of course, whether it's the Church of Literature or the Church of Earth Mother God, there is no special reason, and of course it's impossible to end directly... The premise is that there is no special reason, but it's obvious that Kyle has done something very troublesome.
.”
Lion Heart touched the ring on his right hand, and a ray of light flashed, and he handed a stack of paper to Franca, and said with a smile:
"You can see the news collected from Obsidian Cross by yourself!"
Franca was silent for a moment, reached out to take the heavy paper, and her heart began to jump wildly.
According to different functions, the Lion Hearts Battle Group is divided into bronze crosses that guard the city and states, iron crosses that fight against foreign enemies and glorious gold crosses that defend the lord.
Usually, the knights of the three Lionhearts battle groups of Bronze/Iron/Gold are enough to cover their own protective powers throughout the Principality of Ingillans.
However, considering that although there are checks and balances between the three major knight factions in the Lionhearts, there is a relatively critical department responsible for intelligence. So after the city-state of Inkirians was promoted to the Principality of Inkirians,
The Lionheart arranged a confidant and established a unique intelligence agency of the Principality of Ingillans—
That is the origin of the Obsidian Cross.
The knights who were cold-blooded in the dark, collecting all related events and personal information that might affect the order of the Principality of the Ingillans will generally not show up easily.
Even the descendants of Lion Heart Gong do not know who they are obsessed crosses.
The only thing they know is that once they are targeted by Obsidian Cross, things will become very troublesome. After all, being targeted by Obsidian Cross means that someone in Obsidian Cross believes that you have the possibility of endangering the order of the principality.
This black pot was probably very unfavorable to Kyle.
Even, due to many practices of Obsidian Cross in the past, Franka began to doubt whether Kyle had done something he shouldn't have done, and then aroused Obsidian Cross's vigilance.
But when she opened the volume in her hand and browsed carefully for a few pages, her pupils suddenly shook by the many information in it.
"There is enough evidence to prove that the Church of the God of Literature has entered an active period very rarely. After many colleagues of Obsidian Cross trace the origin, it can be confirmed that the God of Literature has begun to expand in recent times."
"After review, in the past six months, the Church of the God of Literature sent more than 3,100 devotees to disperse them to the Principality of Ingillans and even other Principalities of the Iber Federation, selling scripts and handing them over to a large number of local minstrels for their conduct.
Passion”
"A colleagues from Obsidian Cross secretly participated in it, and determined that the relevant vernacular book did not contain a series of content that violated federal regulations, such as "damaging the image of Iber's federal government, promoting anti-intellectual remarks, and spreading cult beliefs."
"But after further investigation of the inside story, Obsidian Cross can be confirmed that the dissemination of relevant stories has indeed completed the secondary expansion of the theocracy field of the literature god Dinail"
"In the end, we targeted a relatively special body, "Shangchiya's people."
"The Kingdom of God where the people of Sang-Tiya are located has a distinctive style that is very different from most mainland civilizations. Now, guided by Grand Duke candidate Kyle D. Heloise, a considerable number of Sang-Tiya's people are guided by a considerable number of Sang-Tiya's people.
In order to quickly regain the power of a profession, choose to become a bard."
"After this group of people became bards, in order to become stronger quickly, they began to update novel books of different types and styles through their own writing, and quickly passed the hands of the Church of the God of Literature, the Pink Streets and Tulip Chambers of Commerce in various places.
Exported to the domestic and overseas"
"While this move has caused a lot of economic value, it has changed the internal belief structure of the minstrel's professional system to a certain extent."
"After incomplete statistics of Obsidian Cross, the number of new minstrels added recently has exceeded 4.8 million, of which 4.2 million are from the people of Sangdian, while the remaining is close to six
The 100,000 minstrels are all mainland natives who have been influenced by the people of Shangqiya this year and have chosen to deviate from their careers."
"According to internal inference, in just this year, under the interference of His Highness Kyle, the coverage of the divine power of the Goddess Denell of the Gods has increased by 10%, and the overall popularity among the people has also increased greatly."
"At the same time, the number of believers of the Church of Lancaster-Legendary God of Literature has increased abnormally. It is inferred that the Church of Literature God of Literature will be highly bound to Lancaster-Legend in the next ten years."
"This does not come from the personal decision of the contemporary pope of the Church of the God of Literature, but from the arbitrary decision of the God of Literature."
"Dinell, the god of literature, has changed from the name of the simple god of literature, to the name of the god of literature and knowledge, according to the current progress, the god of literature and knowledge, will last for 140 years in the future.
The time continues to become stronger until the authority of literature is completely divided into two and becomes more specialized in literature and knowledge.
After reading this first message, Franca almost took a breath.
She vaguely heard from some channels that Kyle had cooperated with the Church of the God of Literature, but she did not have such detailed information in the hands of Obsidian Cross.
It can be said that judging from the current situation, the Church of the God of Literature, is not right, it should be renamed the Church of the God of Literature and Knowledge. The gods believed in within their churches have completely turned to Kyle's position.
"What's wrong with that kid Kyle doing? He was involved in the struggle for faith. When he got involved, he got involved. But he really made that kid succeed. Faith is a zero-sum game, and some gods have increased their followers.
Then there will inevitably be fewer believers in God.
He is digging the corners of other gods. Now, there are probably some churches with the main believers, minstrels, who have nailed their eyes to him.
Of course, as of now, there is no big problem. Although the believers of Dinell seem to be quiet most of the time, they have many ancient and erudites. These problems will be left to them first.
Go and solve it yourself.”
The Lionheart Man showed an "interesting" expression on his face.
He really became more concerned about Kyle, the little devil.
Yes, Obsidian Cross collects information about Kyle not because Kyle tries to create chaos in the Principality of Ingillans, but because his behavior has improved the power of a god and may induce other gods.
Believers gathered in the Principality of Ingillans in order to compete for faith.
"This kid is playing bigger and bigger. I'm afraid that if this continues, let alone the Church of the God of Literature is on his side, even if he relies on this achievement in the future to compete for the church of the God of Literature and Knowledge in the future.
There are opportunities for the sect.”
The Lionheart knocked on the table lightly, turned to look at Flanka, and said:
"Franka, do you know what is the biggest difference between the God-Choose and the God-Choose?"
Franka was silent for a moment and whispered: “There is a certain degree of overlap between the chosen ones and the followers of God, but their own symbols are very different.
The favor of God must be the one who is chosen by God, but the one who is chosen by God may not be the one who is chosen by God.
The reason is that most of the time, the God-Selected Ones in the major churches have the meaning of being the tool of "the precursor to God". To put it bluntly, the God-Selected Ones are essentially the war weapons of the gods and the descendants of God.
container."
The Lion Heart nodded and said coldly: "You are right. The chosen one is the war weapon cultivated by the gods to interfere with the development and operation of the continent.
However, a considerable number of Gods’ favors are not weapons. When using the power of Gods, they do not have to offer faith and loyalty or pay any price. The reason is that Gods also have their own preferences. In a very rare case, Gods
Don't mind paying a little price for your preferences...
For example, unconditionally allowing certain creatures to use their power is from the attachment of gods, and it is a more troublesome existence than the chosen ones of God.
Because in theory, as long as the gods’ relatives do not make the gods lose their interest in them, they can use the power of the gods unconditionally, so do you understand, Franka?"
Franca nodded and asked, "Kyle, are you already the God of Knowledge now?"
"That's right." The Lion Heart said indifferently.
"That's it?" Franka raised her eyebrows, and a subtle look flashed across her face. "Kyle is not just a god-fellow?"
The Lion Heart nodded and sighed, "That boy exudes four divine powers of different sources."
"Four...Four kinds?" Franca almost bit his tongue.
She even doubted whether she had heard it wrong.
"Well, the first one is the godly favored by Denell, the god of literature, which we just mentioned. With Kyle's contribution to the church of the god of literature, he can gain the godly favor of Denell,
It can only be said that it is beyond expectations, but it is reasonable.
And the remaining three gods are very strange... One of them is as powerful as a mountain. If you guess correctly, it should be the blessing of the Earth Mother God.
This is very strange. Although the connection between Kyle and the Church of the Earth Mother God is closely considered, it is far from gaining the God of the Earth Mother God. I am still asking the Obsidian Cross to investigate this.
There is also a god's favor, which is even more interesting."
"What is it?" Franka couldn't help but ask.
"The divine power, dazzling and domineering, like the rising sun, has only one god with such characteristics on the entire continent."
"...The Lord of the Morning, the eternal sun, Luosanda?" Franka sighed in a low voice, "Why is it Him?"
The Lionheart glanced at his youngest daughter and said, "It may be related to that boy Anthony."
"Isn't Anthony dead?"
"I only found out about this after the Lionheart Warriors that someone took his own initiative and handed over Anthony's Sanctuary Core to Kyle to devour. I only found out about this afterwards."
The Lion Heart Lord remembered the warm young man who smiled like the rising sun, sighed and said:
"My father was originally the god of Luosanda, and now his son has become the god of Luosanda... Of course, compared to the possibility that Kyle is the god of Luosanda, I prefer to be a god of Luosanda.
Two kinds.”
"..." Franka was silent. She had a guess in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out.
"Don't worry, even in the latter case, there will be no problem. The Lord of the Dawn Light died in battle to protect the people. This is the most consistent with the doctrine of Luoshanda. The glory of divinity is in the Father.
The inheritance between you and your son is something that is worthy of the great book written by those believers of Luoshanda.”
The Lionheart laughed loudly, with an almost refreshing expression on his face.
He is quite looking forward to the contemporary Pope Luosanda seeing the expression of his god's power inherited from the mixed-blood succubus.
I just don’t know what kind of storm that will easily provoke church doctrine disputes like this will eventually turn into the Dawn Lord Church.
But no matter what kind of storm it is, this is a scene where Lion Heart is happy to see it.
After all, to be honest, the Church of the Lord of the Dawn itself is one of the powerful forces in Holy Brinia, and they are originally part of the Holy Church.
"The last divine favor, another divine favor of the god, say, Dad, don't keep it in hiding, I'm quite curious." Franka was already a little used to it after the initial shock.
Didn’t it just that I have obtained four gods? Such things, such as Franka, who have lived for more than a hundred years, are naturally not surprising...
Well, she has never seen this scene before.
It's so weird, it's like a group of gods trying to win Kyle's favor.
Well, this description may be a bit disrespectful to those gods.
She sat in her seat, poured herself a pot of hot tea, took a sip of the tea, and heard the Shixin Gong say sinisterly:
"Who told you that the last God's favor is the righteous god?"
Franca, who was still drinking tea, coughed violently, put down the teacup in his hand, and a solemn expression appeared on his face:
"Sir, are you kidding?"
"It's not a joke, it's true. That kid Kyle has obtained a dark and evil divine power. The more troublesome problem now is that the divine power is very obscure. I don't even know which evil god's power is the power of which is the power of
.
So I am also considering now that if I were just the favor of the righteous god, the kid could barely come and try to see if he could sit firmly in this position.
But that kid was favored by the evil god... This is a bit interesting. The god's favor is essentially a combination of nature between mortals and gods, and he can use the maximum effect of divine power at the lowest cost.
I'm curious now, in which aspect did that kid Kyle get recognized by the evil god?"
When Lion Heart said this, the strange expression on his face seemed to say, "I want to cut Kyle open and take a look."
Franka looked slightly shocked when she looked at the expression. She knew that her father was a model for what he said. It could even be said that he was ready to take action.
After thinking about it, Franca thought she would remind her father, so she opened her mouth:
"My father, everyone has evil thoughts. Even if a person is a perfect person, if he measures a person's heart, after he is cut open, he will be incredible.
Besides, the four gods... If I were a god, then by a small sacrifice, I could destroy a young man with great potential and cause huge unrest, which would be a good choice."
"Don't worry, I'm not so easily interfered by God's choice. I will witness everything with my eyes. Let's go on, Franka, let's stop here for the time being!"
The dull voice of Lionheart revealed an undeniable smell, and Franka knew that she could not shake her father's determination if she said anything next.
Fortunately, the situation has not reached the worst.
She gave a mage ceremony and was about to quit the restaurant.
At this moment, the Lion Heart behind her suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Franca, I allow you to tell Kyle about the Godly favor. By the way, you will leave the Lion Heart Castle and go to Gran.
The little devil from the Thom family passed me a word and told him...
'I'm not dead yet. It's okay if you play. If you dance, Caesar won't be able to save you. It's useless for anyone to come, I said'."
A smile appeared on the corner of Franca's mouth, her voice rose slightly, and she said loudly:
"I understand, my father!"
As Franca quit the restaurant, the restaurant became empty again.
The Lion Heart Man sat at the dining table, silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Kyle, I look forward to you giving me more surprises. I have been sitting in this position in the Lion Heart Castle for too long, and I have already been more or less.
A little bit bored.
Will you become the one who breaks the deadlock? In short, please please me!”
He got up and put on the windbreaker on the chair behind him, turned around and left the living room.
Outside the living room, a maid who was feeding the canary in the bird cage subconsciously shook her hands and accidentally knocked the harness of the delicate bird cage open.
The canary in the cage screamed happily and flew out along the exit of the bird cage.
The canary, who had gained freedom, chuckled happily in the air, and suddenly a shadow passed through the sky.
The canary, which was originally flying freely in the sky, had no time to cry out, and splashed out a ball of blood, falling from the sky, and fell on the clean and neat lawn that had been cut.
From afar, the maid of Lionheart Castle heard the cheerful laughter of a group of young men on the roof of the attic next to him.
"Ah, your curse power just now was wrong, and it seemed like a ball of curse power flew outside and shot down something."
"It should be a wild bird that emerged from nowhere. You know, the Lionheart Castle is very big, and from time to time, some wild birds that are not afraid of humans will fly in. They will be shot down when they are shot down. Who told it is just a
Where is a wild bird?"
"But even a wild bird is a life. I was accidentally affected by the power of the curse and died. It's still a bit cruel. I'll go down to see if I can cure it."
"Hey, you are so boring. You will die if you die. Why do you still look angry..."
...
On the roof of the attic, the story continues, while on the other side, someone else's story is happening.
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【Location: Duchy of Inkirance, Royal Capital, Happy Street】
A player named [Director 2] looked up at the signboard of Happy Street. His face was full of seriousness, and his handsome face looked like a statue-like seriousness at first glance.
"Is this Happy Street?" No. 2 held the nail in his hand tightly and walked straight towards a corner of Happy Street.
Not long after, he heard a bragging and fucking sound from time to time in a tavern.
The second machine strode into the tavern and soon found a drunken person in a corner of the tavern [Please urge me to write].
At this time, the player asked me to write, but I didn't realize that the disaster was coming. He happily drank there, drinking while drinking, and talking to the surrounding aborigines about the stories in the novel he compiled.
The indigenous people around him were also very proud of [Please urge me to write]. While listening to him, they started to cheer wildly and shouted "Another chapter"!
Just as I was urging me to write and still obsessed with the praise of the indigenous people, he suddenly felt a heavy slap on his shoulders.
He turned around in a daze, looked at the visitor behind him, and then ran into the scene of a mace hitting his chest directly.
The moment the nail hammer hit me, please urge me to write, as if I saw a twisted mark on my chest, and my whole body was suddenly blown away from the ground, and when it landed on the floor
, A pool of blood had appeared on his body.
The pain level of the game after the weakening was still completely unable to resist such damage. Soon, please urge me to write and feel the uncontrollable soreness and numbness of my body.
He turned his head and glared in the direction of the No. 2 machine: "You are sick of snake spirit! Why do you hit someone casually!"
Machine No. 2 stood coldly in front of me asking me to write, and snorted and said, "Please urge me to write, and you can raise your head and see who I am?"
The sound sounded a little familiar. Please urge me to write while being sore, I frowned and looked at the identity and appearance of the person.
As he looked, he subconsciously shivered.
"Old, boss?" Please urge me to write and muttered in a low voice.
"Call me in charge, do you know how long you have been out of order during this period?" The second machine's voice was not mixed with emotion, but it was this calm tone that made me urge me to write for a while.
Cold sweat broke out.
Damn… This game always makes for some inexplicable real excess in some places where there is no need for reality.
To die! To die! To die! To die!
Why did my own editor actually come directly into the game?
Isn’t it just that I have been taking leave a little longer recently?
Isn’t it just that I have agreed to open a new book with the editor recently, and then when it comes to a critical moment, I’m going to be able to make a new book?
Isn’t it just that the editor-in-chief encourages new people who open new books and then have poor grades to "cut"?
As for setting up an account in order to find yourself, I specially entered the Gate of the Lower Realm, and then came to the door with a nail hammer?
Just as he was still thinking about what method to fool (crossed out)~ explaining the mistake he made accidentally, his limbs were hit by a sudden attack, and his limbs were stiff and unable to move. Please urge me to code.
When I saw a fierce light flashing in the eyes of the No. 2 machine, I saw that the nail head and hammer eyes were about to fall down again.
Please urge me to understand in an instant. A sliding shovel directly hugged the thigh of the No. 2 machine and cried loudly:
"Boss, boss, don't do it! Don't do it! I have been writing well recently. I have evidence, and there is evidence!"
Please urge me to write in tears, constantly wipe my face, and then try to wipe the pants of the No. 2 machine.
I was about to knock the head that asked me to write, and use a nail hammer to hit the No. 2 machine in my chest, slowly stopping the huge nail hammer on the top of my head that asked me to write, as if I was signaling him
Continue.
Please urge me to breathe a sigh of relief, and I looked up at the second machine with a little flattering attitude.
"Boss, please expand the list first and add a friend position. Let's talk about it in detail. Believe me, I've been working very hard recently!"
Seeing that the No. 2 aircraft did not launch another attack, he decisively sent a friend to the No. 2 aircraft to the first time.
Soon, as his friend applied, he began to talk a little guiltily about how he led to the improvement of his career level by typing in the game and spreading the novel books he wrote in this game.
Not to mention, please urge me to write this guy on the No. 2 machine, and almost most of the updated books can write average grades.
Even if you occasionally choose a good subject, you can take off directly.
If not, when this guy was stumbled, the No. 2 would not have entered the game to chase him because of his stumbled.
I really do not need time to rest. The reason why I play this game is not to be able to catch the fisherman who is in a relaxed way and ask me to write.
In this way, while being able to relax through games, it can also effectively improve work performance. It is indeed a perfect plan...
But why, when the No. 2 machine thinks like this, you feel that your rest time is a little sad?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
He shook his head, threw away the thoughts in his heart, and then looked at him with a nearly cold expression, please urge me to write, and said:
"Take the manuscript, hand it over and let me see how your new book is written."
Although the sound of the No. 2 machine was still cold and solemn, it was at least a little bit slower. Please urge me to breathe a sigh of relief. Carefully took out some of the novels I wrote in the game in the past six months and handed them to me.
The second machine was launched.
He couldn't help but wonder why the strength of this guy, the second aircraft, was so powerful. When the nail hammer was hit, the sound of breaking through the air almost made me urge me to write and think I was about to be scribble.
It's time to resurrection.
Of course, although he was not killed in one blow in the end, he was indeed directly cleared by half of his blood bars, which made him say it was unscientific.
It's like the profession level he finally improved before was fake.
Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the No. 2 again.
The review of the No. 2 machine was very serious. Please urge me to write the attitude when I saw the No. 2 machine reviewing the first time in the game.
Not to mention, this serious attitude of reviewing the manuscript made me feel ashamed of myself, who have always been shameless, suddenly feel ashamed.
Is it really too slap in my opinion just writing such a little word every day?
This unbearable guilt filled his heart, making him want to open the codec software now and write 10,000 words... Fortunately, please urge me to have a strong willpower in typing, which suppressed this idea.
The No. 2 Machine is worthy of being a professional editor, and the speed of reviewing manuscripts is very fast. I quickly read the beginning of the manuscript I asked to write.
He raised his head and snorted, "The content at the beginning of 20,000 words is not bad, and it maintains its previous level well. It seems that you are not lazy in the game."
After hearing what the No. 2 machine said, please urge me to write, my nose tilted, and I immediately stoked my nose and said with a big smile:
"That's, boss, don't you see who I am. I am the nine group of little bullies, the king of intra-rolls of eight dishes and one soup, and the nine group of high-quality authors! What you write will naturally be able to get the boss!
Your approval.
After all, you brought it out!"
Please urge me to write the hypocritical and explosive attitude of "revitalizing the glory of the ninth group, we have no choice but to do so", and the corner of the No. 2 machine saw a rare smile on its lips, and then said coldly:
"But I remember that the beginning of your life seems to be different from what you said to me at the beginning!"
Please urge me to write and have a stiff expression.
What can he say? Could it be that he told his editor that he was too fascinated by playing games and completely forgot about this. Finally, when he remembered it, you had already killed him in the tavern with a mace with a mace
Come?
He can't say this!
So he could only explain to his own editor.
Such as "How can you call a pigeon when writing online articles?", "Boss, do you know the different ways of writing online articles at the beginning?", "Coding words~Coding words~ just to be able to write better works"...
This series of dialogues made a group of indigenous people confused, but combined with the tears of asking me to write, the group of big men in the tavern had a pleasant effect like watching a drama.
Soon, please urge me to write and finally barely talk about the No. 2 machine.
No. 2 nodded and said, "Although the beginning of the manuscript you made with me before is different, in terms of quality, it looks pretty good and is more in line with the current mainstream website.
In principle, you have passed this article with me. After you go offline later, you will go to the backend of the website to post a book, and then get 6,000 words to me and then ask me to sign up."
"Okay!" Seeing that I successfully fooled my editor, please urge me to write and rub my hands. I looked at the No. 2 machine with some curiosity and explained the questions in my heart:
"Boss, why do you feel a little too strong? You are cheating quietly? Not to mention anything else, the boss is worthy of being the boss. Even if you play games, you can find the game loopholes so quickly.
Otherwise, you can tell me secretly how to open a bug, let’s start a cheat, and then play a happy game? I will use my daily ten thousand yuan next month to exchange it, how about it.”
The second machine frowned, looked at me and urged me to write, and scolded, "Do I look like the kind of cheater?"
"It doesn't look like it, but if this nail hammers down, it almost knocks me down. It looks very unplayable." Please urge me to write and say honestly.
What a joke, he is an old player in the Gate of the Netherworld. How could he be easily beaten like this by a new player?
He didn't believe it if he said he was not cheating.
No. 2 shook his head and said, "I really didn't cheat. I mainly came into the game and was born in a church called the Church of the God of Literature and Knowledge. Then I got an archbishop in the church for no reason.
Acknowledge, what I am...
Oh yes, God-Selected One! It sounds quite like the special start of Xihuan.com.”
Please urge me to write:???
When I heard the reply from the No. 2 machine, please urge me to write and I was stunned.
Now the players are not newbies who know nothing before. In this game where gods exist, he still understands what the God-Selected One is.
But he never expected that the editor who just entered the game would start with Tian Hu. What is this? Did he stand at the end of other players from the beginning?
But soon, please urge me to write and react.
In this game, various power systems have a complete "causal relationship", and even players will not "biu" and become super strong in a flash.
There is a cause and effect. If your editor suddenly has many combat power that can only be achieved by playing crazy brushing, there must be other reasons...
For example, carrying a task that is extremely difficult to complete.
There was a player on the forum who received a special task and the NPC who was released directly increased his strength to LV25, which caused a sensation in their small group at that time.
Thinking of this, please urge me to write and can no longer suppress my curiosity and asked in a low voice:
"Boss, have you received some amazing tasks?"
The second machine frowned, opened the chat window on the system panel, and sent a message:
"I did receive an interesting task. The Church of the God of Literature and Knowledge hopes that I will carry out a protection task."
Please urge me to write and see that the No. 2 machine did not speak out the task directly, so I knew that this task needed to be kept confidential and could not be known to the indigenous people.
He replied curiously: "Boss, who are you going to protect?"
A smile appeared on the corner of the No. 2 phone and entered the message: "You should be very familiar with that person. His name is Kyle D. Heloise."
Please urge me to write and see the message in the information box, and my pupils subconsciously shrank slightly.
He smelled the big melon.
"No, boss, when you hit me just now, you were really strong. You almost hit me to the resurrection point, but if you want to protect Brother Kyle, that's still a long way to go!?"
"When I was hitting you just now, I only used 30% of my strength. Please rest assured. Even in the game, I will supervise you to write well.
The Gate of the Lower Realm is a blessing for you. You can play games and write new books at the same time, so why not do it?”
Please urge me to write in tears and look at the No. 2 machine and say to him sinisterly: "Make me, you don't want to be PKed by other players in the Gate of the Lower Realm and then drop the level, right?"
Threat, he threatens me!
Please urge me to write and it seems that I can see my miserable life in the future.
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Not long after, there were two posts on the player forum that became popular quickly with super fast response speed.
The first post: "About the editor-in-chief's entry into the game with a mace because of writing novels"↑
The second post: "The storyline of the King of the Duke of Yingqirans is opened, the first God-selected person was born among the players, and something may happen in the near future"
Soon, the two posts quickly aroused heated discussions among players.
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In addition, the new episode has been updated in the V group. If you are interested, you can check it out.
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Falling Diary:
【Diary of Strange Dreams】
I had a strange dream this afternoon, dreaming that I went out to bask in the sun on the balcony after the sun was over, and then I saw my wife holding Frosang Tang, and Frosang Tang's soft little jio stepped on her white.
It's one after another, and then one after another, very rhythmic.
Suddenly my wife told me that she felt like a cat smell on Frosttang.
Then when I heard her say this, I instantly woke up from my dream.
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't bathed rice cakes and frosting sugar recently.
Then I remembered again... Where did my wife come from?