My longing identity was exposed by the parrot

Chapter 122

Zhou Dong smiled badly and cooperated

“Yes, you can’t escape, otherwise you will be in prison.”

Also sit in prison.

He Hao rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly to tell them what was going on: “The book Little Broken Ball was written by me, Guo Fan is my fan, and he asked me if I could sell the adaptation rights to him, you should think about it later.” ”

At this point, he did not say falsely, this book was written to make a fortune from here.

Because there are fans who contact themselves and finish talking about the adaptation rights.

Found that the other party is Guo Fan, directly agreed, and added investment.

I’ll go, you’re still a writer?

The crowd was surprised.

He is good at reading, can music, can raise birds, martial arts, cooks, and is still a writer.

There are so many of them!

Huang Lei smashed his mouth: “I can’t see that you can still write books.” ”

“What are you talking about, why don’t I look like I can write a book?”

He Hao rolled his eyes, a little not wanting to complain.

I studied God with a full score in the college entrance examination, and the original composition was a plus.

Huang Lei pouted: “It must be difficult, right?” ”

I don’t believe him 30, as a school teacher, I usually see students writing books.

But you know that you must be patient and withstand irritability when writing a book.

And He Hao, patience may be, but like someone who can withstand irritability?

He Hao: “It’s hard to hammer, write it casually.” ”

Huang Lei shook his head: “You boy, if you don’t pretend, you will die!” ”

It is.

The crowd, including the audience, nodded.

I think he’s pretending.

And at this time, Shu Yi jumped out again at this time: “The boss is not pretending, this book is indeed written by the boss casually to play, and the boss is popular in other novels…”

Peng!!

Before he finished speaking, a piece of fat knocked it over.

Everyone looked at He Hao fiercely.

Do you have other novels, and a mess of fire?

Although they didn’t finish speaking, it didn’t prevent them from guessing the next words.

Like the little broken ball book, although it has participated in the grand prize, but who else will read it except the old man who is engaged in literature.

If it weren’t for the movie, almost no one would know about the book.

How many people still read this kind of human nature book?

But the mess of the fire is different.

This is very attractive, after all, in case you have seen it yourself.

Feeling their gaze, He Hao was a little

But it was a book lover who really delivered the blade, a whole big box.

(My personal experience)

Who knows, there will be the one who really carries a knife.

Huang Lei’s eyes narrowed: “Xiao Hao, you don’t have anything?” ”

He Dan walked over to protect him, and said in a good voice: “Shu, just say that your uncle will protect you.” ”

He Hao’s eyes became cold, and he stared at the stunned.

Feeling He Hao’s eyes, he shrunk his head and hurriedly spoke: “Uncle, I don’t know anything.” ”

Count you as a dead bird.

When He Hao heard this, he sneered.

“Don’t ask about it, it’s not going to tell you that Peng Peng said he wanted to hack the author to death.” It’s the boss. ”

？？？

He Hao was directly sluggish.

？？？

Peng Peng stood up abruptly and looked at He Hao murderously: “You are the heavenly potato?” ”

As soon as this name came out, many viewers in the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

“What, the big guy is specifically dragging beans in half a month?”

“Is it true, Malgobi, I can’t put up with him for a long time, I’m going to chop him.”

“If you really add me, I’m going to chop him too.”

“One day slaughter the dog out of the chapter, this king bastard will be out of the chapter, and it will be broken for half a month.”

“Douqihua horse chased me egg pain, Yuan dog chased me vomiting blood.”

There are many audiences who read novels, and the author of Tiantang Potato is naturally more novel, a fighting horse, and overwhelms other books.

He Hao looked at Peng Peng’s murderous spirit, and didn’t want to deny it directly: “No, that’s not me.” ”

Peng Peng would believe him this and stretched out his hand to Huang Lei: “Mr. Huang, trouble borrowing shoes for me to use, I will use my shoes for the knife today and chop him alive, a broken dog.” ”

He loves to read novels, and when he can rest at work, he will take it out to see if it is updated.

And for the fighting horse, the two books of Yuan Gou are the most angry.

Because the update is so slow, sometimes it doesn’t change for a week or two.

He Hao watched him move and muttered in his heart.

All blame the original author for not knowing where to die.

He didn’t want to write a novel, after all, there was no shortage of money.

Completely because of being angry.

Infuriated by a bunch of green novels.

I don’t know what the problem is, originally the web article should have entered the era of cool text, but it has not entered.

It is still in the ancient Green Text.

That’s a book more poisonous than a book, but a lot of people think it’s good.

This made He Hao want to vomit, in order to have a novel to read, he couldn’t help but be a novel copyist, and release the good-looking online novel in his previous life, so that the era of online literature is coming.

Of course, Huang Lei didn’t mind Peng Peng beating He Hao and threw his shoes out directly.

Watching Peng Peng pick up the shoes 33, He Hao did not panic at all, smiled and spoke: “You can think about it, can you beat me, in addition, I tell you, you dare to interrupt for two months.” ”

You girly dog, you !!!

Peng Peng’s eyes widened, and the hand holding the shoe clenched tightly.

He didn’t want to throw it, but he was afraid that his shoes would fall off …

“Two months, it’s no wonder it’s called a dog, it’s a real dog!!!”

“… Peng Peng, don’t smash it, at least wait until he finishes writing this plot first. ”

“Yes, yes, now is the climax, Pengpeng, don’t mess around, otherwise I will be dark in my life.”

“Peng Peng, smash him, I, a book lover of Chen Yigen, support you to smash him.”

“Peng Peng, my third master’s book fan, support you to smash him, smash hard.”

“Yes, it’s not just two months, I, a fan of the wind god, don’t panic.”

“Damn, you all fucking shut up, it’s not your business, it’s cool, right?”

“Yes, it’s cool.”

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