After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Hua Ming rolled his eyes in pain, broke the long arrow in front of him again, and gritted his teeth: "Dare to ask the author, is Ning okay?"

The whole thing is like a serious illness?

If you say it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and the person who co-authored the paper will not be hurt?

The hand above his head was tightly clenched into a fist, and Hua Ming noticed that the palm of that hand was full of blood, which had already flowed out from between the fingers.

"Many nights, I was annoyed that I created you, and I wrote the ending for you more than once in my mind."

"Bright willows and bright flowers, I thought it was your dark willows and bright flowers, and it was also my village, but I didn't expect this to be an abyss."

"Rather than being disrespected alive, you might as well die and be clean."

Hua Ming: But I never thought of dying!

"It was only when I came here that I learned how flowers bloom and how water flows. This is a world where true feelings and falsehoods are mixed. Maybe one thought becomes a demon and a thought becomes a Buddha, but I am still happy, even if there are dangers everywhere."

"I still have a lot of things I haven't said to Liu An, and I haven't taught him to love this world well."

"I don't want to die without knowing why."

The voice above the head was even more sad: "Do you think I am willing, no mother is determined to strangle her child to death."

Hua Ming heard some hesitation in his voice, so there was a turning point, he had to pull her back before swallowing, "I'm not the character of Yuan Yuan in your book. First, you don’t respect your readers, and second, you are a murderer.”

But the author didn't have too much emotional turmoil, he just murmured: "I used to think that I could make a big fire..."

"I don't have this kind of worldly desire anymore, maybe from today onwards, I will never pick up a pen again."

"You came here through a book, so you have read my book, have you ever read the words in it?"

Hua Ming thought about it. At that time, he clicked on the book review casually, but it was still peaceful. What happened to these remarks?

But what can make an author feel like this is inseparable from the reader's speech, but what kind of speech made her so heartbroken?

Hua Ming cautiously asked: "Has someone trolled you? Trolls these days are like mad dogs. What do you care about with a beast?"

No, my God, you are going to strangle me for a troll, so go with the troll!

Hua Ming complained fiercely in his heart, and then looked at the long arrow in his heart. He was about to pass out. He really wanted to blow this author's head off!

I've never seen this kind of plot before, which author tried so hard to kill the protagonist, what's the point of this?

"Ky, why did they just open their mouths?"

That's all for ky, don't you just turn a blind eye and close your eyes, it's over, can't you see that I'm the unique Hua Ming if you have a brain?

But it can't stimulate the author, this is simply crazy criticism, if she is not happy about what she said, she just raises her hand and writes that she sleeps here with her eyes closed, it will be all useless.

"It would be nice if the palette didn't contrast."

The voice was a bit permeable with a laugh: "Do you think they can show it? They both say that you and Liu An's personalities belong to their own family. How can you let me bear it?"

"If I gave Liu An a flute instead of a long sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to clean it up even if I jumped into the Yellow River."

"The neighbor next door was ky because of the surname Shen."

"No three views, no reason, no brains."

Hua Ming was also a little surprised, this... this is no longer an ordinary kay, this is completely insane...

"There's another funny thing, a ruthless kinky spirit still presses his head. I've read their wife's book. Do I have to read it under the nine-year obligation? He also said that he has a thick skin. I know there are too many people on the Internet, but She really wants to care about everything."

"More than that, he asked me to reflect on why so many people say my novels are like others and there are more than one places."

Hua Ming: Isn't this the victim blaming theory?

Forcibly press your head to read the book, so are the current readers crazy?

Isn't this the same as the human flesh incident back then?

Hua Ming was silent, and didn't know how to comfort her for a while, but just lowered his head and silently vomited blood, panting weakly.

I only heard the voice above my head continue to say: "I know that I am just one of the victims, and there are many people like me who are being persecuted by them. This circle is not as clean as it was many years ago."

"As long as the subject matter is similar, how many books can escape?"

"But I'm different. I'm willing to let go. I'm not afraid of the wind and rain."

"I have been wronged, why should I swallow it in my stomach, I want to speak out, I want to vent my anger."

Hua Ming remained silent, and after a long time, he finally said: "You don't have to completely deny it just because there is one more ink dot on the white paper. What about those people who really like you, are you just ruining their feelings like this?"

"You go back and look at those comments, I just ask you, are you really willing? The author is silent.

"Why do we read books to pass the time? That's all, it's too superficial."

"Taking a book as faith, as light, is too advanced and unreasonable."

The voice above the head had lost all confidence, and asked a little weakly: "Then what do you think?"

"I asked the author, what do you think is light and what is faith?"

Hua Ming smiled: "As the name suggests, the salvation seen in darkness is light, and faith is supreme."

"Awakened people know that what they should be grateful for and believe in is the kind of fearless and upward spirit. Those who contribute to the Dao are the ones who have faith, and those who have a good spirit are our role models."

"Which of the two is more important, we just keep it in our hearts, we don't need to talk about it, just silently pursue the faith in our hearts."

"It's like lying at home and shouting that I want to get rich every day, and there will be no pies in the sky."

Hua Ming pulled out the obstructive arrow on his arm again, gritted his teeth, and his face became even paler: "Reading books is to be sensible, and to learn as much as possible about how to behave. You are an author, and what you write is you. values."

"So what if you finish a book in a hurry, ky spirits are like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, so they can stop talking about it?"

"The one who cleans himself cleans himself, but anyone with half a brain will not say that stupid thing."

"I want to live, even if you are the god of this world, I still want to contend with it."

Hua Ming pulled out the long arrow on his body, and blood sprayed on the hard wall. Although his face was pale, his eyes were firm.

"I want to live well."

"Even if you write down my ending, I will not close my eyes until I close my eyes. The body is at your disposal, and the spirit will last forever."

"My poor junior, he can't live without me."

The author was moved by this, and pressed his finger full of scars on the "backspace" button, and his tone became calmer: "You are not afraid, you can't go back, maybe you died here?"

"Liu An is just a paper man, and he's still sick..."

But Hua Ming interrupted him: "He is in my heart, not a cardboard man."

"He has emotions, emotions exchange emotions, he is my precious."

"If it wasn't for him, I would never know what colorful flowers are in my life."

Hua Ming's scars were also gone, and the yard returned to its original appearance, with only a little light rain falling, and the hand slowly receded, and he heard that weak voice: "In fact, many times, I can no longer control you."

"You have souls. God loves people, not destroys them."

"I almost killed myself just now."