After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

Wen Zhi only saw Bai Tingquan today.

Bai Tingquan was wearing a flamboyant red dress that he had never seen before. It was luxurious and exquisite, like a gorgeous and beautiful sunset.

Lively and colorful.

It's what he loves.

Now, faded.

They just met in a hurry, and they didn't even say a word.

I'm about to say goodbye.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes in pain, and still relying on instinct, he gently pressed his cheek against Bai Tingquan's already warm cheek.

Tears welled up where their two skins met.

Those monsters were finally dealt with by Song Qing, Pu Ye and the demon cultivators of the Demon Sect. Song Qing walked over in a panic, wiped the blood splashed on her cheeks, and saw Bai Tingquan in Wen Zhi's embrace at a glance. With pain in his eyes, he opened his mouth: "Mr. Canglang..."

Wen Zhi didn't raise his head, his eyes were ruthless, and his voice was hoarse: "Get lost."

Lord Canglang has been shining brightly for so many years, who would not praise Lord Canglang for being high-spirited and upright, gentle and elegant, although he is cold and arrogant on weekdays, his behavior is still decent and elegant, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

How can there be such a disgraceful time.

Song Qing looked up at him, carefully placed Zhan Yun's scabbard in Wen Zhi's hand, and said in a low voice, "I picked it up, he was careless, maybe he lost it."

Wen Zhi could no longer suppress his emotions this time. He put away the scabbard, hugged Bai Tingquan horizontally, tightened his hands, and looked at Song Qing indifferently. Another bad word.

He was afraid of disturbing Bai Tingquan.

Without looking at Song Qing again, she turned around and left.

The back is straight, like a mountain rising from the ground.

Song Qing stared at Wen Zhi's back from a distance, and she suddenly found that the lonely figure in the distance seemed to be left between heaven and earth by something.

The darkness was like a giant beast, pressing down on him, licking his blood recklessly.

Bai Tingquan had one nightmare after another, the punishment he suffered for saving Wen Zhi when he was young, the faceless parents he met in the present family, and the one where he worked hard to do his homework all night. When it was handed in the next morning, it was blank, and there was...he was covered in blood, the fatal wound he had blocked for Wen Zhi.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all scary.

Bai Tingquan's severe pain all over his body suddenly became clear at this moment. He panted violently like a drowning person being rescued, and suddenly opened his eyes, only seeing the golden dome.

The horrible big hole in the chest was gone, and the blood was gone, but the pain was still there. Bai Tingquan sat up with difficulty, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself: "Is this heaven?"

"Of course not, if this is heaven, who am I, am I God?"

The voice in the distance contained a bit of banter, and it reached Bai Tingquan's ears exactly.

Bai Tingquan looked up in surprise, the scene in front of him shocked him greatly.

A simple wooden computer desk, a blank notebook, and an ordinary black gel pen. A thin young man sat on a chair and looked at him with a smile.

What made Bai Tingquan very concerned was that this young man had short chestnut hair, was wearing a white T-shirt, and beach shorts, and was wearing very kind flip-flops. He put his arms around his chest, and said again: "What Lah, are you dumbfounded?"

Bai Tingquan's lips trembled violently: "Who are you? Where is this?"

The young man smiled: "Don't worry, can you come over a little bit, I'm sorry I can't get up now."

Bai Tingquan endured the pain, looked at him vigilantly, and then took two steps forward cautiously.

The young man laughed: "It's okay, just stand there. If you feel uncomfortable, there is a chair beside you, sit down. I'm really sorry that I can only let you and me meet in this way, because only in this way can we escape the surveillance of heaven."

Bai Tingquan frowned instantly, stood still, he grasped the key words: "Tiandao's surveillance, what do you mean?"

The young man pondered for a while: "You have a lot of questions, I know you must have many questions when you come here, but don't worry, we have a lot of time, I will talk to you slowly, let's talk about what you care about most first, who am I The problem."

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips lightly.

The young man smiled and introduced himself: "I am Shea, the author of this book."

Bai Tingquan's eyes widened instantly.

Original author? ? ?

outrageous.

Many thoughts raced through his mind at once.

But most of all, why did the author of the original work appear here?

Why did he appear here again?

What is the Heavenly Dao Surveillance that Shea mentioned?

These questions came out one after another, almost making Bai Tingquan dizzy.

Xi Ya looked at him dotingly, and said softly: "It's okay, I know you have a lot of questions, I'll tell you bit by bit, don't worry."

He paused and took a sip of water.

The strange thing is that even though he drank a big mouthful of water, the water in the glass didn't decrease at all.

Xi Ya smiled and said, "Bai Tingquan, it's a bit embarrassing to say, you are my last hope."

Shea is the author of this book.

This book received a lot of attention at the beginning, but the more people read it, the greater the pressure on Shea. In the end, the book lost its rhythm, its plot, and ended unfinished.

Readers' criticisms became louder and louder, even reaching the level of personal attacks. Xi Ya had to quit the Internet and stop writing in order to reduce the impact of these attacks on his daily life.

However, the reader's resentment is profoundly reflected in the novel.

This book controls the plot of the main line development, setting, rhythm and other important factors, and wakes up.

Xi Ya, Bai Tingquan, Wen Zhi, Xuan Ye Zhi Ting, etc., these people call it the Way of Heaven.

Bai Tingquan swallowed hard when he heard this: "That is to say, Tiandao, he knows everything, but why did Tiandao wake up?"

Bai Tingquan suddenly thought of something: "So, you kill my body with the help of the spiritual power loophole that appeared in the Demon Sect, so that my soul can escape the surveillance of Heaven and come to you? Do you know the Sect Master?"

In other words, even if he didn't block that blow for Wen Zhi, Shea would try her best to give him a fatal blow.Even the suzerain will make a move.

Only then did Bai Tingquan think of the mysterious "you will understand" said by the suzerain, and he suddenly understood at this moment.

Xi Ya chuckled: "Bai Tingquan, it seems that I really favored you when I was designing a character, you are very smart."

Bai Tingquan was confused for a moment, he frowned: "I wear books, what does this have to do with you?"

Xi Ya made a silent movement: "I'll tell you slowly."

"Maybe after Tiandao wakes up, he knows that he has been scolded so badly by the readers. He is eager to prove himself and prove to the readers that his existence is reasonable," Xia looked into Bai Tingquan's eyes and said softly, " Therefore, he must strictly ensure the correct direction of the plot, fully fit the things I wrote, and the event logic completely fit the plot development, and finally get a satisfactory ending for everyone.”

"but……"

Because Tiandao was not willing to bear the resentment of readers all the time, he dragged Shea into the world of the book, let Shea continue to write, and wrote a perfect plot that could be accepted by readers.

Replace the original unfinished ending with a new ending written by Shea that satisfies everyone. In this way, a false impression can be created without anyone noticing that it strictly follows the development of the original work, and the final ending is good.

This proves that the existence of the Dao of Heaven is meaningful.

Shea has sat here since the origin of the world, witnessing the changes of the world he wrote.

Xi Ya spread her hands and flicked the blank manuscript paper: "But, the time is too long. Here, time is the least valuable thing, but even so, I can't write a single word."

Bai Tingquan looked at him silently.

The way of heaven is awakened, therefore, people, flowers, plants and trees in the whole world are also alive and become real people.

Shea smiled wryly: "Heavenly, he imprisoned me here. Because of his interference, I don't need to eat, drink, or sleep. I was nailed to this chair with his strength. I can't go anywhere. I can only write to him." Come out with an ending that satisfies everyone, but... I really can't write an ending that satisfies everyone, so what? But if I can't write it, I will be imprisoned by him forever Here, Bai Tingquan, I am only 24 years old, my life is not only about writing, I also have many things that I have never seen or done, you know that?"

Bai Tingquan considered the words: "So, you want to escape from here and return to the real world, right?"

Xi Ya smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, I found you."

At that time, Shea, as the Creator, had not been emptied of his power by the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao Messenger was still used by him. He could observe everything in the world through the eyes of the Heavenly Dao Messenger.

Since the beginning of the world, it has developed, flourished, risen and fallen strictly according to the setting in his book. However, when he was hunting and killing the thirteen-day demon king in Wenzhi, he discovered Bai Tingquan.

As the holy son of the Mozong, what Bai Tingquan should do at this time is to sneer at Wen Zhi, not play with him and treat him.

Shea's eyes, which had been indifferent for thousands of years, suddenly lit up.

The appearance of Bai Tingquan made him discover that Bai Tingquan's awakening of his consciousness is the key to changing the plot!

As long as the plot collapses and the world collapses, Tiandao will inevitably die. At that time, even if he cannot return to the real world, he can still get rid of this long and boring life.

Xi Ya said softly: "Sovereign Demon Sect is my half friend, I asked him to help, let him send you to my world by punishing you, I'm really sorry, since you were young, I The suzerain didn't want you to suffer so much pain, he loves you, but... oh, Bai Tingquan, I'm sorry."

Bai Tingquan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Going around, he turned out to be a person from this world, and those years in the real world were just an experience card.

Without Bai Tingquan's soul, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect is left with only a body, a machine that can only strictly implement the things that the people in the book should do. It has no emotions, and its flesh and blood are cold.

Bai Tingquan understood everything in an instant, and his voice trembled slightly: "So, Shea, the day I came back was the starting point of the collapse of heaven, and the reason why spiritual loopholes began to appear frequently, right? The loopholes in spiritual power are yours. Created on purpose?"

Shea nodded: "Yes, but on the day I sent you away, I was discovered by the Dao of Heaven. He took away all my strength, and I can't do anything. The only thing I expect is that you can destroy this world. "

Bai Tingquan was a little numb: "You are a lunatic. For yourself to escape from here, you have to ruin this place at all costs, right?"

Shia looked at him quietly, her lips moved slightly.

Bai Tingquan looked at him: "Then, have you ever thought that when this world is destroyed, not only Heaven will die, but everyone will die, and everyone will die just like you lightly created a world!"

"Sia, you are a lunatic, you want to destroy the whole world just for your own selfish desires."

Xi Ya's expression suddenly became serious, and he said: "So what, Bai Tingquan, even if I don't do this, when this book comes to the finale, the world will end because of the readers' resentment, that's all. It's impossible for the idea to be established, and I just can't stand the long-term loneliness and want to end it early."

Bai Tingquan shook his head, and he couldn't hold back his tears: "Xia, it doesn't matter if you want to end early, but why do you bring those who want to live to die together?"

Wen Zhi, and everyone else, are clearly preventing the destruction of this world.

Even Tiandao, he is also filling the gap in spiritual power.

Obviously everyone is working hard.

They love the world so much and want to live so much.

But now Insia, all the hard work of these people will be in vain.

And he, Bai Tingquan, was the most hateful executioner.

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