Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 14

The voice in his head suddenly disappeared, the air trembled slightly, and a soft halo surged around the image, which immediately gathered inward and turned into a stream of light, which sank into Lin Zhihui's seal like lightning.

"Hmm." Lin Zhihui let out a muffled snort, feeling as if countless steel needles had been pierced into his brain, his body suddenly leaned back, and with a bang sound, the whole body was attached to the chair and fell to the ground.

It wasn't until the dizziness in his head subsided a little that Lin Zhihui heard Li Ping's panicked cry, the sound of his feet stepping on the tiles, and then a strong force fell on his arms, pulling him up from the ground.

"What's wrong with you? Sudden epilepsy? Or Parkinson's?" Li Ping had an exaggerated expression, and patted the dirt on his body indiscriminately. Seeing that he was not injured, he was relieved. Looking at Lin Zhihui, he joked, "I'm sick." Why didn't you say it earlier."

Lin Zhihui ignored Li Ping's ridicule, leaned on the table and turned his head to look at the window. It was already dark outside, and the rental house opposite was lit with lights, and the floral sling was swaying in the breeze. There was no light or image at all.

"Did you see it just now?" Lin Zhihui grabbed Li Ping's wrist with his backhand, and his eyes were fixed on his face, whether it was expectation or nervousness.

"What are you looking at? A mirage? A flying saucer? Or an alien." Li Ping thought he was joking, turned his head to look out the window, and stretched his head out of the window exaggeratedly, Gu Zuo said in surprise: "I saw the girl changing clothes opposite. "

"Be serious." Lin Zhihui raised his hand to his forehead, patted the table vigorously, and said with a straight face: "I'm serious, did you see it or not?"

Li Ping simply reached out and touched Lin Zhihui's head: "I don't have a fever, brother, don't you just hit your head? Why are you in the nonsense mode?"

"Just now, you really didn't see anything? No light? No image?" Lin Zhihui looked at Li Ping suspiciously, and still asked unwillingly.

"I just saw an idiot, and he was playing on the ground for nothing!" Li Ping threw Lin Zhihui away angrily, just as there was a boom in the phone, he immediately jumped up and rushed to the bed, screaming heart-piercingly: "It's over, our tower must have been blown up by our grandchildren."

Reluctantly picked up the chair and sat down, it looked like those manuals, no one except himself could see the image just now, his temple was still aching, Lin Zhihui's body was slightly stiff, and he found that in his mind, there was an inexplicable There is a large extra paragraph, an explanatory text about the policies of the local government.

……

"You just rest here and don't have to worry about anything. After the Nine Souls are condensed and the Soul is stable, someone will naturally arrange for you to leave."

"Hua Bing left the luxurious and comfortable room and stood alone on the bridge, watching the painting boats slowly passing by under the bridge, the melodious flute sound mixed with silver bell-like laughter floated on the river."

"Why are you sighing, son? I admire the heroic appearance, and I would like to promise you with my body."

"A young woman in red with a charming face came up to the bridge, leaning against Hua Bing's body softly and bonelessly, her eyes rolled, her skin was like creamy fat, her color was like spring flowers, an unknown dark fragrance poured into her nose, Hua Bing's breathing became heavier , the woman stretched out a jade hand as slender as a spring onion, and gently placed it on his wrist."

……

Racking his brains, Lin Zhihui imitated the second master of the magic treasure to enter the illusionary world, and arranged for the protagonist Hua Bing to swallow the fairy grass.

Finally, three chapters were written to publicize the good scenery of the underworld. After uploading to the website, Lin Zhihui felt as if he had just participated in a triathlon and was physically and mentally exhausted. Anyway, he had tried his best. As for Qin Guangwangman If he is not satisfied, he can't control it.

After closing the webpage and telling Li Ping to catch up on sleep and not to wake him up even if there was an earthquake, Lin Zhihui basically crawled into bed and fell asleep.

……

Chuangdian website.

Urban Fiction Group.

Chu Qianning looked at her colleagues who were busy with their heads, and her beautiful Liu eyebrows were slightly frowned. After hesitating for a moment, she got up and walked out of the work area with the gel pen in her hand, and came to the door of the editor-in-chief's office.

Gently knocked on the door, and upon hearing the response, Chu Qianning pushed the door open and walked in. She straightened the editor-in-chief Wu Qi with a flat head and black-rimmed glasses, tilted her head slightly, and looked across the desk, her eyes as sharp as ever, With an invisible sense of oppression.

"Editor-in-chief, I found a new article with great potential." Knowing that the editor-in-chief doesn't like the style of nonsense, Chu Qianning opened her mouth immediately and said the opening remarks quickly, so as not to lose the courage she had worked up so hard.

Wu Qi raised his hand and pushed his glasses, hummed lightly, Chu Qianning hurriedly stepped forward, and carefully reminded: ""The Rise of the God Emperor", I have just sent the link to the work group."

"I think this author's creativity is quite unique, and the number of clicks is not low." After Chu Qianning said this, Wu Qi had already clicked on the webpage, quickly scanned through the first chapter, and closed it neatly, which cannot be refused Authentic: "The content is old-fashioned, without highlights, and incomprehensible."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and continued to deal with the work at hand. The other editors of this book were not optimistic about it. Lin Qianning also knew that it might not be easy to convince the editor-in-chief, but she never expected to be rejected so concisely. Biting her lower lip, Lin Qianning took a deep breath: "Editor-in-Chief, this article is quite controversial now, and the comments are all one-sided, but isn't this the proof that someone read it? He only updated it for four days , there are four lords, and there are quite a few rewards, such a result is not enough to sign the contract, then..."

"The whole article is useless, rambling tens of thousands of words, nothing to read, nothing to resonate with readers." Wu Qi tapped the desktop with his right hand, interrupted Lin Qianning's words, looked at She said: "You are also a mature editor with many years of experience. Do you need me to remind you again of such a question?"

Seeing that Chu Qianning seemed a little unconvinced, Wu Qi said coldly: "Even if someone scolds him now, it is only a temporary phenomenon. After a few days, when the enthusiasm of readers to criticize him fades, he will soon Forgotten by all."

……

On the website, "The Rise of the God Emperor", which has only tens of thousands of characters, has attracted the attention of many readers because of the successive appearance of millions of rewards, and the number of hits has increased sharply. It's not right, it has gained a certain popularity in a small area.

Immediately after Lin Zhihui wrote the travelogue of the protagonist Hell according to the requirements, a large number of black fans appeared, frenziedly commenting, setting off a wave of criticism of "The Rise of the God Emperor". Overnight, there were hundreds of comments in the book review area, Brutely pushing this unspectacular novel to the top of the hit list and comment list.

(End of this chapter)