The opening of the global gods to hunt the elf queen

[Don’t subscribe now, wait until it is changed to the main text before subscribing! 】

[Special chapter: It will return to normal after an hour. Click here again after half an hour. Thank you for your support. If you support the original version, please choose: Qidian Chinese website. 】

[It’s okay to subscribe automatically, there won’t be repeated deductions! 】

[It doesn’t matter if you subscribe automatically. Just wait an hour and refresh the bookshelf. Pull down to refresh automatically.]

Once a dream, now pale and powerless

With a little melancholy on the street, I found my old account and went back to the starting point of the long-awaited.

Since it was deep winter; when I logged into my account, I felt a bit regretful, and the mottled and messy advertisements popped up, which made people still surprised. When I opened the backstage of the author, I saw that the pale yellow works of the past had long disappeared, and only a few bleak ones remained. Advertising message, there is no vitality.My heart couldn't help feeling sad.

ah!Isn't this the palace of online literature that I have been looking forward to for several years?

The starting point I remember was nothing like that.It was a hometown full of rivers and lakes.But if I want to remember his greatness and tell his good things, I have no image or words.As if that was the case.So I explained to myself: The same is true for online texts—although there has been no progress, it may not be as desolate as my little Pujie felt.

I went online early the next morning and started going to some old friends for tips and comments.Some works have words such as 'sensitive rectification' posted in the introduction, which is explaining the reason why the work is 404.Several authors I knew well had moved away, so it was very lonely.I opened the previous reader group and tried playing two expressions. A writer who was a big fan at the beginning and later joined the industry came out, and then the eight-year-old "Lightning Giant" came out.

The die-hard writers are very happy, but they also hide a lot of desolate and angry expressions. They tell me about the starting point of swiping tickets, and the awkwardness of the new version, and don't ask me about moving the pit.The lightning giant has never interacted with me, just kept playing...pictures.

But we finally talked about moving the pit.I said that the outside websites are more confusing. Although there are few readers, at least they can communicate with the websites in a real way.

The writer who is a die-hard fan also said yes, and told me that wireless is now so popular that the famous writers in the past are no longer known.

When your new book hits the shelves, I will support you.The writer said.

Thank you!

There is also Caibimao who writes online articles. When he goes online occasionally, he also asks about you. It is said that the street has reached an unsustainable level.I have sent him a QQ notification, and he may contact you soon.

At this time, a magical picture suddenly flashed in my mind: In the deep night, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a cheap filter mouth was sitting in front of a dim computer desk, his big hands with dry yellow knuckles were flying fast on the keyboard. Knocking, sometimes frowning and deleting a large space.

This middle-aged man is Caibimao, he is tall and tall; his face is blue and white, and there are often some scars between his wrinkles, which are caused by working on the construction site during the day;

His hair was matted and rarely taken care of.I'm using an iPhone 6, but it's dirty and old. It seems like it's never had a film attached or been jailbroken.He likes to teach newbies how to get started in the industry, and he is always very talkative, leaving people half-understood.

Because his surname was Cai, others nicknamed him Cai Bi Mao from the half-understood words in the ancient book dug up by Ghost Blowing Lantern.As soon as Caibimao arrived in the group, all the authors of the code words sent out a smiley face, and some shouted, "Cabi Mao, you stopped updating again!" He didn't answer, and @ the editor said, "Give me a recommendation , I will update it at the beginning of the month." Then he lined up a row of readers to give screenshots.

Caibimao is very enthusiastic towards newcomers. Maybe he has a kind and humble heart of seniors, or he has been in the wall for a long time, so he can't help sympathizing with newcomers and avoiding mistakes.

I'm just one of them.

I heard people talking behind their backs that Cai Bimao ​​had read two books before, but he finally didn't enter the graduate school, and he didn't know how to be a little boy and had a bit of a stinking style; so he became poorer and poorer, and he was about to beg for food.Fortunately, I wrote a good diary since I was a child, so I dreamed of writing a novel and changing to a full-time job.It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he often cuts off the watch.Within a few days of writing, both the person and the manuscript disappeared.This happened several times, and the studio that called him a shooter disappeared.

But they don't know that in reality, Caibimao has been laid off and travels to various construction sites every day to support his family and subsidize him.

Internet literature rivers and lakes!

It's just wishful thinking in a dream!

Even if there is a gully in the chest and the books are all over the world, it can't compare to the reality of a three-foot bungalow and two low walls!

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the editor in charge was slowly sorting out the documents and looking at the blacklist, and suddenly said, "The book Caibimao hasn't been updated for a long time. Damn, I still owed me nineteen dollars last month." Chapter!"

I also feel that he has not been in the group for a long time.A senior author said, "How did he come?...he plagiarized." The editor in charge said, "Oh!"

"He always pretends to be aggressive. This time, he was the one who got dizzy and actually copied that book "..."

Great God's Red Book, plagiarized?

"What happened afterward?"

"How is it? First post to justify, and then to revise, revise most of the night, and then seal the book."

"and after?"

"Later I heard that he fell off the computer desk in a fit of anger and broke his leg." "What happened?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died." The list of his authors.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler day by day, look at the beginning of winter; my hands are frozen like dogs when I code all day long.

In the second half of the day, almost no one was bubbling in the group, and I was sitting in front of the computer with my eyes closed.Suddenly, I heard Didi's QQ message, "Give me a recommendation, I'll update it recently."

Although this avatar has not logged in for a long time, it looks familiar.It looks gray.In the background, it is a mobile phone login,

It turned out that Caibimao was hanging on the mobile phone client.His books are no longer collected and recommended, and his grades are sloppy;

Seeing that I was online, he sent a smiley face and said, "If you have votes, I won't vote for two chapters."

The editor-in-charge also frothed at this time, "Are vegetables better than cats? You owe nineteen chapters last month!"

Cai Bimao ​​seemed very disappointed and replied, "This...just pay it off next time. This time it's an explosion, a big orgasm."

The editor-in-charge was still the same as usual, laughing and bubbling, "Cai Bi Mao, you have plagiarized another book!" But this time he was not very discerning, and just said "Don't make fun!"

"Make fun of? If you don't plagiarize, how can you be fought in the forum?"

Cai Bimao ​​said in a low voice, "Learn from, observe, refer to..." His attitude is very similar to begging the editor in charge, don't mention it again.At this time, several authors had already gathered in the group, so they laughed with the editor in charge.I went to the backstage and gave him two chapter recommendation tickets, and gave him a screenshot.He disgustedly sent me a flash picture of a cute and crying little girl. Seeing how wretched he was, I had no choice but to spread my hands and let out a hehe!

I couldn't help asking him, "Brother Cai, what are you doing now?"

Didi, the message came back, "The construction team came back after going to Xinjiang, hurry up and make up for it, are you okay? I will recharge and read your book when the full attendance arrives next month!"

It turned out that he was relying on these friendly recommendation tickets to mix up his grades.After a while, he finished yelling and begging for tickets in the group, and amidst the laughter of others, he quietly disappeared and had a private chat with me.

I couldn't help being moved and a little sad, and I muttered, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, you can watch the pirated version!"

"That won't work, the work is your painstaking effort, if you want to read it, you have to read it carefully!"

I seem to guess the serious look on his face when he typed this line.

"Come on, words have a place to survive wherever they go. Everyone needs Jianghu in their hearts, and Jianghu is where stories are needed!"

Cai Bimao ​​went offline after typing.

Since then, I haven't seen Caibimao online for a long time.At the end of the new year, the editor-in-charge thought about it and said, "Caibimao owed me nineteen chapters last month!" At the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said, "Caibimao, this bastard, completely abandoned the pit." It’s over, damn it!” But he didn’t say anything until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he didn’t see him until the end of the year.

I also lost the news about him later—about the cat was indeed thrown to the street and died.

Now that the die-hard writer mentioned him, my memories at that time suddenly came to life like lightning, as if I remembered the time when I yearned for the palace of writing devoutly.I responded and said:

This is great!

He—how?

he?

His situation is also very unsatisfactory... The die-hard writer said, "He posted two comments in his space, all asking where there is a part-time job! Sigh..."

I also became silent in my heart, and the die-hard writer told me that I needed code words, so I went offline.

But when I was bored for a while, I chatted with Lightning Ju, who kept posting the presence of bullet screen shows: asked him if he had written a book.

"I'll write a few, I'm just a secondary player, hey, can you give me a secondary role?"

I chuckled, "Okay!"

"Okay, I'll wait, tell me when you write it, what's the name of your book? I'll keep a bookshelf on UC!"

Immediately I wanted to kick him.

One day it was a very cold afternoon. I had lunch and was sitting typing. Suddenly someone sent me a QQ message. When I opened it, I was very surprised and even a little excited.

It was Caibimao who sent the message.Although I knew it was Caibimao at the first sight, it was not the Caibimao I remembered.

"Long time no see, Jiuxia!" (My QQ name is: Jiuxia!)

I was very excited at this time, but I didn't know how to say it, so I just said:

"Ah, Brother Caibimao... It's been a long time since I've been in contact with you for a long time and I haven't heard anything from you!" I typed out a line of words urgently. ! "

"Hehe, the construction site is busy!" A line of words is full of bitterness!

Then I had a lot of words that I wanted to spit out like a bead: writing a book, complaining, complaining about my incompetence, ... but I always felt blocked by something, only spinning in my head, unable to utter.