Purple Sweet Potato Essence's Journey to Beauty Man (The Great Demon King of Beauty Man)

Qian Song came out from the young man's house.

After breaking someone's computer hard drive and obtaining information, the reward is naturally to be given to him.

He didn't want to conjure up a wad of banknotes to fool others, so... he directly cured the young man's cervical spondylosis, mouse hand, tenosynovitis, and nearly 800-degree myopia.

Amidst the young man's farewell sound that changed from fear to gratitude, he flew away from the window.

He was going to find the author of "The Great Demon King of Beauty Man".

According to the kid, the author of "The Great Demon King" has written several novels before, and opened a reader group. By clicking on the author's information in the group, Qian Song saw the author's circle of friends—— Good guy, this author actually sells shoes in Moments!

"Boycott junk fashion brands, support local brands! 75% discount on Kamata super product sneakers! Shock your eyeballs! Please contact me for supply, phone: 172XXXXXXXX"

Qian Song reckoned that the call was most likely the author himself, or the contact information of his relatives and friends.

Why go to that author?

Of course, it wasn't for the purpose of urging changes—anyone who guides him to be a character in a novel will find it as incredible as Qian Song.

Of course, the most unbelievable thing is that I, a "man in the book", have now gone to the "real world" where the author is, which is even more fantastic.

This is the same as the Russian nesting doll. Qian Song thought that he had traveled to the Marvel universe before, but now it seems that the Marvel universe he is in is just a framed world in other people's novels.

In short, the most urgent thing for him now is to find the author and verify whether this absurdity is true.

Before leaving the young man just now, he asked the young man to try to call and ask, but no one answered.

But from the screenshot of the delivery order in the author's circle of friends, Qian Song saw a relatively clear delivery address—coincidentally, that guy is actually in this city, and the delivery warehouse is not far from the young man's house. 5 kilometers!

It's only 5 kilometers away. For a super god's big demon clone, it's there in a flash.

Qian Song's luck has always been good, including today.

The warehouse is not a fake address, and the shutter door is also open, because it is not a warehouse of a big shopping mall, but a small storeroom of a micro-business, so there are no workers, only a young man of medium build is sealing the packing box alone.

The young man held a toothpick in his mouth and hummed an out-of-key tune, looking very contented.

Qian Song's avatar couldn't grow bigger, so he flew into the small warehouse like a beetle and stuck to the ceiling.

On the plastic stool next to the young man, there was a mobile phone. The screen of the mobile phone was broken in several places, and it looked quite old. It seemed that this guy usually lived a frugal life.

The video played on the mobile phone is an expert on international issues who is discussing the nuclear leakage issue of an island country. While working for a while, the young man spat and cursed: "The little devil is so fucking, go to the **** *!"

The more he scolded, the more excited he became, the young man simply stopped what he was doing, picked up his phone and watched the video carefully.

"Ding!"

A small window popped up on the top of the screen. According to the previous science popularization by the nerd boy, Qian Song can now confirm that it is the pop-up window of the writer's assistant app of a certain novel.

Before he came, he once asked the little otaku to tip "The Great Demon King of Beauty Man" once every 2 minutes, 1 yuan each time, and 1 times in a row.

When the window popped up for the first time, the young people didn't respond and ignored it.

The second time the window popped up, the young man opened it with a strange expression, and then he muttered words such as: "Ah? How could someone reward you?"

In this way, Qian Song is now basically sure that this guy should be the author of "The Great Demon King".

From the point of view of common sense, an author is the absolute god of the whole novel, who can completely manipulate the direction of the novel, the development of characters and the ending.

However, it is too exaggerated to directly write the characters in one's own book into reality.

When he was at Xiao Otaku's house, Qian Song read the latest chapter published by this guy, and it did describe that he suddenly came to a computer host in another world, and even broke his solid-state drive.

In other words, the scenes described in the novel happened completely and truly.

So, if I can control the author's writing style, wouldn't that mean I have obtained a powerful and unlimited wish-making machine?

This is too unscientific, more myth than myth.

In order to verify this point, Qian Song decided to make a quick decision, and he was going to have a showdown.

"The milk that hangs from the sky!"

Qian Song, who was attached to the ceiling, suddenly roared.

He didn't know what the author's original name was, so he could only call out his pen name.

The young man was watching the video when he was suddenly taken aback by the lion's roar. What's more, the voice clearly called out his pen name on a certain novel website.

"Who...who?"

the young man asked weakly.

He was obviously the only one in the whole warehouse, not even a mouse.

"Snapped!"

Qian Song lightly landed on the cardboard box in front of the young man.

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a horrified look in his eyes, and then his expression was suffocated, as if he felt that the little purple person in front of him really had a sense of sight, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Are you the author of "The Great Demon King"?" Qian Song asked.

The young man swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded obediently.

After all, he is writing novels, so his nerves are slightly thicker than that of the otaku.

"You...you are..."

The young man seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't dare to ask.

"No need to guess, I think you should have recognized me." Qian Song raised his head and replied, "I am Qian Song!"

Rao, the young man had already guessed a bit, but he was still surprised by the answer.

Tongue-struck, unable to speak.

How is this possible?He wrote a book casually, and after being an eunuch for so long, the protagonist came to the real world just because of a fraudulent corpse?

Isn't this bullshit?

Facts speak louder than words, that little purple man is standing there!

He hoped that this was just an illusion, but the potted plants at the door of the warehouse had been affected by Qian Song's demon power, and they were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few minutes, the miniature bonsai almost grew taller than the peach tree.

"My purpose is very simple." Qian Song stared into the young man's eyes: "You write for me! Continue to write that novel! I want to see if the words you type on the keyboard can decide everything!"

Hearing this, the young man rolled his eyes, and then put on a smiling face: "Okay...Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he turned off the phone video, opened the Writer's Assistant APP, and typed with two fingers like flying:

"Good guy...it's out of control! It's too scary, but fortunately...you asked for it yourself!" The young man thought to himself, with a look of madness in his eyes.

【Qian Song is dead, the book is over】

It took him only 3 seconds to type the seven characters, and his thumb hit the [Publish] button like lightning!