Attack four, please follow the plot

I think back when I was the leader of the Demon Cult, some people publicized the prestige and achievements of our Demon Cult, not only would they not be harmed, but sometimes they would provide tea for free—forget about meals, I don’t have so much spare money.Thinking of the past, I couldn't help but smile, picked up the teacup and threw it at the silver needle, and kicked the bench next to me, just blocking the poisonous needle that was shot at the table guests.

Those three people narrowly escaped death, they were stunned for a moment before they realized what happened just now, they scrambled and left their seats, and came to me to salute and thank them.

The three of them hadn't even gotten close when a swift black figure broke through the door. His handsome face had a bloody and murderous look on it, but his expression was rather soft and charming. His pair of watery peach blossom eyes only stared at me: " You can actually break through my soul-searching needle, which is famous for searching for souls from hundreds of miles away, what faction are you from, and what are you doing here in Luoshan?"

Baili Souhun... What a rustic name.I patted Zongheng in my arms, raised my eyelids and glanced at him: "What's the relationship between you and Baili?"

He smiled flirtatiously: "What is the surname of Baili? The Demon Cult's surname is Bai now. If you want to find a surname of Baili...you can go to the underworld to find it!" Coming, a hand with long black nails took advantage of the cover of the silver needle, but stretched directly towards my son.

My toes were slightly on the ground, the stool moved back a few feet, and the table in front of me was turned up to block the rain of needles, and even got his hand stuck in it.I stretched out my hand and grabbed the Laogong acupoint on that hand, pushing in with internal force, and the man howled immediately.

The three passers-by also came up together and said: "The hero is very skilled. I heard that this young man is the most trusted emissary of the leader of the Demon Cult. He has presided over many foreign expeditions by the Demon Cult. If the hero kills He, the Devil's Cult is probably going to be in chaos!"

If Bai Xuanmi wants to have this taste, it seems that the future of the Demon Cult is worrisome.I sighed, full of concern for my younger brother and love for the Devil's Cult, I decided to clear out this Demon Envoy who lowered the Devil's Cult's taste.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Now that I am here, the Demon Cult does not need Hierarch Bai, let alone someone who is dedicated to Hierarch Bai.

I pushed the yin and cold true energy into his body, and felt that the person opposite had turned into a dead fish, unable to move any more, so I kicked the table and asked him face to face: "Are you the person that Master Bai likes to use? What is your status in the church?" High? If you die here, will your leader avenge you?"

His face was full of tears and dust, and he was in a state of embarrassment, but his eyes were still staring fiercely, and he was holding something in the other hand, tremblingly about to stuff it into his mouth.If it is poison, he has some backbone.

It was inconvenient for me to hold the child, so I broke the wrist in my hand and threw it down. I stepped on the hand on the ground and pulled out the thing from between his fingers. When I took it to my eyes, it was just a small whistle. .

The demon envoy on the ground was so painful that the veins on his forehead were really popping out, and he yelled sharply: "You dare to kill me, the leader Bai will not spare you! If you have the kind to leave your name, the whole demon sect will have this revenge forever!"

Ever since I had a child, I couldn't bear to see such a miserable scene. I turned my head and flicked the whistle in my hand, and flew towards the person on the ground whistling.Unexpectedly, the sound of the whistle piercing into the flesh did not sound, but a white shadow stopped beside me, holding the whistle in his hand.

What, is the Lord here?

I took a wrong step back and hugged Zongheng a little tighter, but saw the man in white casually kick the Demon Envoy's temple on the ground, causing blood from his mouth and nose to pass out immediately.

I was wrong, he was not wearing white clothes, but natural linen clothes, and a scarf on his head, he looked quite poor.But the man is very handsome, gentle, with a bookish look - but with a high nose and deep eyes, and slightly curly hair, no matter how you look at it, he is an outsider.Holding the whistle in his hand, he frowned worryingly: "Brother, how could you kill someone in front of a child? He is so young, what if he gets scared?"

I don't know how to complain about this sentence. I think the result of that kick just now is more bloody than a whistle to solve him.

He handed me the whistle, but he refused to leave, hesitating there not knowing what to do.But what he said is also partly correct-I already have a son, so I can't kill too many people, I want to accumulate some virtue for him.If our family hadn't been in the Demon Sect for a long time and didn't practice yin virtue, I wouldn't have been so unlucky since the beginning of this book.

So I cupped my hands and said to the three Jianghu people: "I'm sorry, you three, take him down and kill him, I can't bear to see this."

The faces of the three showed indescribable expressions, but they still carried the new noodle-like emissary out without any objection.

Our Demon Cult has never had the setting of a demon envoy, and of course we don’t need it now, no matter whether he is called Baili or not, I have no intention of keeping him alive.

After being carried away, the scholar seemed to have finally hesitated, walked to my side and said slowly: "I want to ask my brother for help..."

I protected Zong and Zong with one hand, stared at his hand out of the corner of my eye, and replied with the posture of a decent hero: "Your Excellency is too polite. We are all in the right way, so we should help each other. Your Excellency has orders, please." Just say it."

He took out a stack of papers from his pocket, the ink was dripping on it, obviously full of things.I'm not very good at poisons, so I didn't dare to touch the writing paper, so I had to ask him: "What is this? I'm not very literate. If you don't give up, sir, please read it for me."

There was a hint of joy on his face, so he walked to my table and sat down, and began to read a little shyly.I was almost engrossed in listening to it, and I even forgot to guard against his paper turning into a hidden weapon to take my life at any time.Fortunately, the stack of papers was still firmly in his hand until he finished reading the story, and the aura on the man was also calm and calm, with no killing intent.

But I still didn't understand what the things he read had anything to do with me, so I thought about it and said: "It's very well written, but isn't the background of our book Danmei? I think Harem Stallion probably accepts It's not very broad…”

He looked a little sad, waved his hand and said: "I know, when the widowed wife is sent for trial, I must change that widowed wife into a male, and he will have to change it if I don't..."

Can this manuscript still be published?Unexpectedly, he is still a real cultural person. I have read few books, and I always feel awe of scholars, and I don't know what to say for a while.

He nodded at me, sighed again and asked: "I want to ask you to correct the part when the protagonist's widowed wife is holding the child to fight against the enemy. No matter how hard I imagine, I can't imagine what she should do." Protecting the child, what changes will occur in movement and psychology..."

The corner of my right mouth couldn't help but twitch, and my eyes narrowed: "Your Excellency, are you saying that the mentality of the widow you wrote and I can overlap?"

He hurriedly shook his head, stared at his eyes and hurriedly argued: "That's not the case! This book will be changed to Danmeixiang in the future, so what I wrote should be a father holding a child, it shouldn't be a woman, it's just a draft now ,draft!"

The draft of a danmei novel was born out of the BG harem novel, I really don't know what to say about him.But this essay is written quite wonderfully, regardless of the character of the protagonist who is evil and against the sky; or the superhuman experience that he has a golden finger, is admired by the whole world, and the villain can't walk through [-] words in his hands; or... If If it is changed to Danmei, the life achievement of conquering the world is quite in line with my aesthetic taste.

I looked at the stack of drafts with some reluctance, and asked this young excellent writer gently: "How many million words have been written? How long is it until it is finished?"

He had already taken out the pen case from his arms, dipped the small brush in ink, changed a few words casually, and replied without raising his head: "1000 two million, and now there are 40 copies published. From I started writing it as soon as I learned how to write, and I hope to finish it within two months."

What a great book!How come I have never heard of such a good book?I stared at him in surprise, perhaps because his eyes were too fierce, he raised his head and smiled at me: "I don't have much time before the deadline, so I took the liberty to ask brother for help. By the way, look at this inner drama How can I make it better..."

The two of us just sat there and corrected the novel all afternoon, and after the correction, I felt like a cultural person.My attitude towards the man in white has gradually changed from being defensive to liking—in fact, it doesn’t take long to become a fan of an author, and 3 words are enough to make you fall in love. Make him an idol.

I finally understand why Qiu Lanxu talks about my father every day.

When it was time to turn on the lamp at night, he was still working hard on the shiny black wooden table.I didn't dare to disturb him, so I sat on the table next to him and fed Zongheng, and then I ordered Xiaoer to prepare the room and bring food and bath water up.

The young writer was typing tirelessly, and the small oil lamp used for lighting had smoked a few black lines on his hat.I watched him for a while, and finally walked over and took out his pen.He held the pen tightly, and reacted very quickly when I drew the pen. He only squeezed it hard, then let go of it immediately, and raised his eyes to look at me.

I put the pen back in his hand, held Zongheng firmly in one hand and said with a smile: "It's getting late, sir, why don't you go back to your room and eat something? If you only write these things all day long, your body will be exhausted."

He let out a "huh", got up slowly, first packed up the table full of papers, carefully counted the number and put it in his arms, and then smiled at me: "I have troubled you a lot this day, but I haven't asked the respected one. Name, this is my faux pas."

That's really... polite.I also said very naturally and politely: "My surname is Lan, and my first name is Zongheng. This is the baby Google in my arms."

He was dazed for a moment, but immediately smiled all over his face: "It's a really good name. It's calm and unrestrained. Only a brother with such a demeanor can match such a name. My surname is... Bai, and my name is Tianya. It is really a blessing for three lives to get to know my elder brother today."

He and I separated when we reached the upper floor. The first thing we did after closing the door was to wash the hand that touched his pen with a bath bean, and then poured the water and the basin down the window on the second floor. .When I was pouring water, I saw a ray of bright light coming from the window next to me, but I couldn't hear anything when I listened carefully, so I had to ignore it for the time being, and went back to the bed, hugged Zongheng and coaxed him softly.

It was only after three o'clock, and there was a faint knocking sound on the window frame, three light and one heavy.I also knocked back three times, and the sound was changed to one heavy and one light, and I knocked four times in a row.I pulled the latch, and a man dressed in black came in without a sound from the door. When he saw me, he knelt down and pulled back the curtain.

I raised my docile chin, almost speechless with emotion.The beautiful face was full of tears, and she called out in a low voice: "Master, you came back alive? Hierarch Bai suddenly came and said that he wanted to avenge you. We all thought that you really let the old leader Jinwu hide..."

I tried my best to control the strength in my hands so that I didn't directly break her chin off, and I spurned myself again: It's not that I don't know the virtues of these hall masters, why did I call her here?It's better to go directly to the main hall by yourself, at least you will be less stimulated.

Zongheng on the bed suddenly yawned, and Jiang Baisu's whole body tensed up immediately. He glanced over there and then turned his head, frowning and muttering to himself: "Should I be called the little leader or the third son?" ..."

I finally couldn't take it anymore, picked her up by the neckline, and threatened her face: "If you say another word of nonsense, I'll cut your tongue off!"

She immediately covered her mouth and said nothing, so I let go of her hand and asked her to tell me the distribution of the Demon Cult's personnel at this time.She tightly covered her mouth and sat down at the table, taking advantage of the moonlight coming in from the window, dipped her fingertips in water and wrote down the names of the people of Bai Xuanmi's faction and the newly changed defenses on the mountain.

The sky will be bright, and Jiang Baisu will go back.I stopped her and said: "Your whereabouts cannot be hidden from Bai Xuanmi, and there may not be a good end when you go back. I am no longer my mother's biological son... Even if I were, a mother would always favor her children, let alone for you A little hall master, take care. You do one thing for me first, and it won’t be too late for you to come back after I take power in a few days.”

She stopped suddenly, and I took out the jade tablet from Zongheng's chest, found ink in the room and spread it on a handkerchief, taught Jiang Bai Sudang how to use it, and embraced it Picking up his son, he stepped out and pushed open the writer's door.

"Brother Bai is so industrious, did he not stop writing this night?"