Blue Star OL: I am the only internal test

Chapter 340 Testimonials at the end of this book (with a partial outline)

(This time it is really the end of the book, there is nothing to see)

In the sky above the blue star, a tall figure stands standing with a Yang seal in its hand.

In front of him are countless foreign players.

"Everyone, you need a passport to log in to Blue Star. Please line up. Males go to the left aisle, females go to the right aisle, and other genders go to the middle aisle."

"What kind of horse? You don't want to line up? Come on, young man, I have a gourd called Diyuan."

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In the end, Lu Zhi re-condensed a magic whip with his merits and thoughts.

"With this thing, the heavens are complete, don't you think so?"

Li Tiantian couldn't bear to look directly at him, and covered his eyes: "Please, you don't have to be whipped, you can do something else."

"Besides, is there still room for him to resist after being on the list of gods?"

Lu Zhi shook his head: "You don't understand."

The magic whip is just like my uncle's gun, it's not for use, but for viewing.

Without this thing, everyone knows that there is no such thing.

With this thing, everyone at least has an idea in mind, and can know that this thing is not easy to provoke.

Of course, as for how painful it is to hit it, it is estimated that someone really has the chance to try it.

In the past, the gods were not so cheap, everyone is a sensible person.

The modern society is different, and there are not too many people who are willing to be cheap.

"Finally, the Three Realms are barely separated."

Lu Zhi sighed slightly, his words were full of embarrassment.

I didn't expect that dividing the three realms would be so difficult.

Things in the world seem to be easy to talk about, but they involve too many other worlds.

Those who yearn to go up will go to the heaven, but if they can't go up, they must go down to the underworld.

There are countless mountain gods and city gods in the world, as well as various half-immortals and half-gods.

This is only the human world, and the heavens and the underworld are even more difficult.

Lu Zhi personally has no ability to divide the three realms, because this has nothing to do with strength, but means and operations.

And the main task is to divide the three realms first.

But how to say and how to do it, what should I do?
At the critical moment, Lu Zhi thought of a brilliant idea.

Since I can't come out on top, I'll make it impossible for the other contestants to do it!
This is a marathon.

Lu Zhi couldn't do it by himself, but it didn't mean he couldn't do it.

The one who bears the brunt is the ***, who was killed by Lu Zhi together, and the so-called defensive power is not worth mentioning at all.

And then there was the arrogant **, a hunk fell to the ground, causing a shock wave of more than a million meters.

Or simply let Chaos go out and create countless clones, each holding an energy gun, energy cannon, or energy gatling.

Aren't you going to plant and frame them, aren't you going to set up the Communist Party as an imaginary enemy?

Very well, you succeeded, very successfully, and now ** is as powerful an enemy as you imagined.

*** Those who are sensible, all secretly revealed the news of their own high-end players, waiting for Chaos to kill them.

Those who don't know the fun, the world in their sleeves is no joke.

In a word, one purpose: ** will never allow someone as awesome as me to exist!
Such an approach was actually wrong, but when Lu Zhi found out that the number of players in the game had increased by a large amount without killing a single player, he immediately felt it was right again.

Black and white are all heresies, please be more rational, this is very pure ambiguity.

In the end, when Lu Zhi wiped out most of the high-end players in the game, the game couldn't help but make a move.

It probably didn't expect Lu Zhi to make such a move. As a last resort, it could only order Lu Zhi to take action by issuing new tasks.

[Main task: Travel the heavens and worlds to find more original templates. 】

At the same time, the game announced that Lu Zhi became the first person to complete the main mission.

It doesn't matter that the Three Realms are not separated, and there is no need to divide them carefully. The Sun God is the Emperor of Heaven, and Lu Zhi doesn't need to worry about the world. The game in the underworld arranges a temporary system.

Wait until when Lu Zhitang has a chance to make a move, and then make changes.

After receiving the mission, the game immediately sent Lu Zhi out, trying to start a journey to the heavens.

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Let’s talk about this book briefly. When I wrote the game at the beginning, it was an ordinary game text. As for why it became like this, I can only say that I personally collapsed.
When I started this book, there was a book that was finished, and the new book hit the street.

At that time, I was also in a fit of anger, and I f*cked you 21 [-], and then changed to this trumpet.

I believe you can also see that this trumpet does not have any signed works, just as everyone imagined, I am a street hitter.

After the book was officially written, I didn’t feel much. Anyway, I just wrote it casually, and I was in an uncomfortable state at the time.

Don't need an outline, or anything else, anyway, it's just a matter of constant recklessness and it's over.

Facts have proved that the first few hundred thousand characters are very easy to write, and there is really no need for an outline, just develop the storyline dully.

However, I vaguely remember that when I was around 60w words, my whole body was not good.

I also tried to do some outlines, but it was too late.

In fact, at that time, the outline was not the first element at all. Anyway, left and right were just two or three storylines, right?

At that time, what was more important was richer character settings.

Not the main character, but supporting characters and villains.

There's simply no way to move the plot forward without a villain.

I tried to make some additions, and the first time I realized this problem was in the Outer Islands.

You may remember that I was working on it all the time, and it took 61 days to finish this book from beginning to end, which is also a rare achievement.

After arriving at Outer Sea Island, that is, after the protagonist became a fairy, I was completely stuck.

According to the present recollection, more advanced enemies should be designed to appear. It doesn't matter who they are, the main thing is that they must keep up with the protagonist's combat effectiveness.

Because the character of the protagonist is not the kind who will pretend to be forceful and slap people in the face, let him do it by himself, and when he finds out that he is really invincible, he is designated to rush to the opponent's camp to kill.

To be honest, I personally feel that if I can do a good job in the plot after becoming a fairy, maybe this book can write hundreds of thousands of words, and no matter how I say it, I can make up a million words.

It's not like it is now, hanging up and down.

In fact, there are some things that you don't know. During the writing of this book, I did it twice in total.

The first time I was still in the middle of the night, I felt that something was wrong with me, so I secretly locked myself at home and did not go out.

I was the only one in the whole family, and then I took medicine and all kinds of hard resistance.

To be honest, I was really frightened at that time. At that time, I didn't say that the disease was fine, and there were rumors about the sequelae.

How can I not be afraid?

This stage is actually the stage before becoming a fairy.

Because my update is [-], so I write faster.

When I was conceiving the next plot, I happened to catch up with the uncomfortable few days.

My mind was muddled and chaotic, because my brain was not enough, so I simply wrote whatever came to mind.

What the hell, I want to cry, really, I wrote the most important part, after writing this part, this book is basically in the retirement stage, damn!

And at that time, my original plan to make an outline was interrupted.

Anyway, one day is one day.

Then came the second time, which is now when I'm writing.

My mother, the second thing is really terrible.

The first time I did it was a bit uncomfortable, but not to the point of dying.

Really, at the time it was low-spirited and dizzy, and it didn't delay my writing.

I also took advantage of that energy, and started the hot tea as soon as I brewed it.

I'm talking about what happened in the first year, and I didn't notice anything wrong until the end.

And this time, I am so damn good, you really want me to die.

Can you imagine, the back of my head has folliculitis that has accumulated over the years, and nothing can cure it.

This is a fungal infection, which is easy for people with weak resistance.

The back of my head is itchy every day, as long as I don't wash my hair, it will recur immediately.

Washing your hair is just to ensure that there will be no recurrence, not a cure.

Just this time, just my second itching, all kinds of fevers of 39 and 41 degrees.

Then my folliculitis got better, completely better.

Whether it will relapse in the future is a matter for the future. I just want to say that this is my only and greatest comfort this time.

At present, I must be itching. My daughter-in-law has the same symptoms as me, and it was earlier than me, so it goes without saying.

Having said that, that day was really funny, but also helpless and scared.

On the first day, my daughter-in-law had symptoms, and we discussed letting my son sleep with me, so as to ensure that my son had as little contact with patients as possible.

I remember that day clearly, I was still typing in the afternoon, and the speed was whizzing.

Then in the evening, I continued to make up in the evening, and then finished another new book, which is the one about the practitioner with the world gate.

It was around eleven o'clock, and I started to feel unwell. In the afternoon, my throat was just a little uncomfortable.

Then I checked the watch that it was almost twelve o'clock, and I put my son to sleep. If he sleeps, I will definitely not be able to type, and the crackling of the keyboard will affect him.

I tried to put him to sleep, and he fell asleep after a while.

At the moment, the symptoms have completely recovered, the throat has not yet started to hurt, and the throat only starts to hurt after sleeping. As long as you persist in not sleeping, it will not hurt.

The whole person was hysterical, and every moment, something seemed to flash before my eyes.

Every moment, I feel like my brain is being forced to turn on a machine.

In addition, the skin and bones started to hurt, and I understood that I had a fever.

I hurried to the restaurant, hesitated for 0.05 seconds between turkey noodles and snail noodles, and I chose snail noodles.

It's not that I don't like turkey noodles, but that I can't get enough of one bag of turkey noodles, and I can't finish two bags.

I know in my heart that I will not be able to eat for at least ten days, so why don't I take advantage of this time to comfort myself?
Then I chose snail powder, made it with a bang, and looked at the county captain's compound by the way.

After eating and drinking, I finished cleaning the pot, and then I staggered and almost fell.

I know that what should come is finally here.

At this time, I still didn't take my temperature. I went to touch my daughter-in-law's dog's head, and I felt that I was not flirting anymore.

(Actually, it’s not like that. It’s 38.5, but I’ve been 41. Of course, I don’t feel like a show.)
I went to sleep, the air conditioner was turned on, and I covered two layers of quilts. Later, I felt that it was not enough, so I directly covered three layers.

I'm Nima, with the air conditioner turned on, and I'm still lying under the quilt and shivering under the three-layer quilt, who the hell can bear it.

My son kept kicking the quilt all kinds of things, so I couldn't be more angry.

I stretched out my hand to touch his body, the ice egg was cold, it must be cold, so I forced him to cover it.

He didn't want it, and if he still kicked it, I forced him to cover it again.

He still didn't want it, and then I slapped his butt a few times, cried, and covered him with a quilt.

And then, I don't know how long it took, it felt like a few hours at the time, but judging from current experience, at most ten or ten minutes.

I woke up, the place where the back of my nose connects to my throat was dry and dry, I snapped, and a big mouthful of super sticky phlegm came out.

Not yellow-green, but white.

I think it's all the white blood cells that died in battle. They fought so hard against the dying, that every time I wake up, I have to spit out a big mouthful of old people's phlegm.

Uh. Not all of them are spit out, sometimes they are lazy and easy to swallow, hahaha.

In this way, the whole night passed, and my son woke me up at [-] or [-] o'clock the next morning.

At that time, when I opened my eyes, I realized that something was wrong. I thought it was broken, and now it is really broken.

My whole body is sore, especially my waist.

When I have a fever, my back hurts. This is an old tradition.

And only when it reaches 39 degrees will it start to hurt your back.

After I dressed my son and got up, I took his temperature, and sure enough, it was 39.5.

It's completely cool now.

Believe me, my first thought at the time was nothing but no way to update!
I am a person who does not make outlines, so once I stop for too long, my thoughts will be interrupted.

Or if you write too fast, your ideas will not be enough, because your brain can't keep up with your hand speed.

Every book, really every book.

Before opening the book, I made an oath that I must make a good outline, make a good character design, and fill in the plot and setting well, so that the later stage will not be so boring and will be fuller.

But the truth is, it's all bullshit.

It is necessary to make an outline, but you must learn to make an outline first. If the method is wrong, it will only kill your enthusiasm for creation.

Even every time I make an outline, I rush out of the book, and those who don't make an outline can still eat a lot.

I was also surprised, how to do this outline, and where is the key point.

Some people say that some important supporting roles should be written, some memorabilia should be written, and then rendered in advance.

But... this kind of thing, it's not good at birth, and it won't work in the future, really.

A book with a few million words is really impossible without an outline, but it is impossible if you focus on it from the beginning to the end.

I can also make an outline of the first volume of the opening, with a simple outline of the story.

Maybe I'm better suited to writing short stories.

I heard that short stories can't be watered, and the text is more concise. I don't know if it's true.

Anyway, this book must be cool, whether it's a eunuch or an unfinished book, that's how it is.

Thank you for your company along the way. (In the end, there were probably only [-] or [-] people. Among them, five pirated numbers that could not be ironed out were left behind.)
I don't think this account will be used anymore, so let's just treat it as a good memory.

Anyway, I learned a lot from this book, at least I know the importance of the outline.

Hmm. The next book must be an outline, the next book must be!
By the way, the new book, The Practitioner with the World Gate, is a book of the heavens, with more original worlds, and interested friends should support it.

At the end, a little friend complained about me, saying that it was the first time to make money at the starting point, but later on, I couldn’t spend all six yuan a month on my book.

Well, I admit that in the later period, the update was slow because I couldn't write any more.

But are you serious?Cashing in for the first time?
No kidding, the new book has ideas to support a wave, thank you for your company.

(End of this chapter)