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When I woke up again I changed places again.Beautiful mountains, beautiful waters, beautiful scenery, it’s a good place, just ignore the pile of corpses behind me, the tears that flowed down my cheeks and stained the front of my clothes before I came, and the rows of tile houses behind me The fire that ignited everywhere, the heat also sprayed on my body.

I looked at their corpses, looked at the rough and simple clothes they were wearing, looked at their buns and hairstyles, and knew that I had come to ancient times this time. The expression of pain and despair, because of the previous experience of being cut in half, because of this slightly familiar scene, I know that this may have been worn in one of my articles again.

The thief seemed to be far away, so I still dared to stand and drink, the blood-colored soil was still wet on my hands, and there was a shallow hole in front of me that might have been dug not long ago.If I can really dig a hole that can hold the population of this entire village, how long will I have to dig with only my hands?This silly boy.

According to my thinking, it is natural to simply stand up and let these corpses do whatever they want. Anyway, they have nothing to do with me, they are just the beginning plot of the NPC scene board mission I wrote.What I should do is to quickly go to some houses that have not been eroded by the fire, find some supplies that I can still use, and then find a way out.

But I didn't do what I wanted to do, I just stretched out my hand, which already had cracks in the nails and cracked fingers that had sunk into the black mud, towards the shallow pit, as if ordered by something Mechanical movements, holding out the soil, and continuing to dig holes, but my movements are very slow. According to this trend, I have to show the spirit of Yugong Yishan to bury a pile of dead bones when I grow old.

It's really not that I want to be passive and sabotage, it's that I remembered the plot I wrote.The article I wrote was called "Chou Jian Da Yi". It was originally just a kid running around in the crop fields. I asked me to arrange for thieves to slaughter his entire village. He had previously hidden in the sorghum field and survived, so While crying, he wanted to dig a hole to bury his relatives.

Of course, it is impossible for me to write a story about a child who really dug a hole, that would be boring, and I was just waiting for someone.

I put on a desperate and strong expression, and finally waited for a "Good boy."

I looked back, and the person who came was exactly the same as what I wrote, she was a top-notch gentle and noble beauty, at this moment, she took me into her arms with pity, and said to me, "Do you want to come with me?"

This is the first golden finger I arranged for my protagonist, a beautiful swordsman sent by the hermit sect to practice, passing by here, attracted by the smell of blood, just happened to meet the lonely and helpless male protagonist, so he was accepted as an apprentice, and he did not hesitate to violate the sect Gui taught the protagonist the most important martial arts in the sect, and later also gave the protagonist his own body.

I still remember the outline, the protagonist lived for revenge at the beginning, but later accidentally discovered that the thief was disguised by the army from the game above and intentionally wreaked havoc on people’s political achievements. The protagonist was very angry and determined to destroy this decadent The dynasty established a new era, and in it, he regained the sect of female master and lover, and also successfully became the emperor, with a harem of three thousand.

Although it's such a winner's story, the protagonist didn't suffer much under my arrangement except for the loss of his family. A complete story with a beginning and an end, but it’s just an outline. As for the real text, typed out word by word, hehe, I also forgot where to write it, anyway, because many articles are published this way at the same time Number, I thought it was too popular to stand out, so I gave it up again.

That is to say——I am very likely to be cut in half again because of some accidental plot change.

In addition to the time I thought it was a dream, my waist has already left me three times.Now I vaguely know that that unknown voice seems to be just trying to throw me into the truncated texts I wrote, and then let me be cut in half again and again.But what did I do wrong!I abide by the law, and I have never paid less than [-] taxes every month when I write articles (even because I really can’t hide it), and I have never harmed anyone’s body and mind until now (a well-trained magician One), I'm just an ordinary guy who loves cheating just like the plethora of online writers in the online world, who did I offend!

Although I was still thinking about it again and again, I still had to cheer up and talk to the heroine with a pitiful look.After the last article where the plot suddenly changed, I am now very afraid that the heroine will suddenly say to me, why don't I find an honest and reliable family for you to take care of you.Fortunately, the heroine was not suspicious.

By the way, what is the name of my heroine, who was once written by me, and is indeed going to be the heroine in my life now?Because I never bothered to name the characters. The naming software randomly came up with a lot of combinations. I just looked for some names that I didn’t know the characters in, and I looked at the fairy-like names to name the characters in my text, so I didn’t I didn't have a deep impression, but the heroine told me that she will be called "Master" in the future.

So, I followed my master and started to travel according to the place names arranged in my outline, and tried my best to trigger the plot according to the mood I should have when I wrote the article, and finally successfully triggered me to have a spring night with the beautiful master. The strength is stronger than the master , It's time to start discussing the change of dynasty with the Hermit Sect.

Even so, I was still very uneasy.As far as my personality is concerned, in the past few years, I have neither perseverance nor talent. A pair of big hands dragged me along like a plot, I didn't do anything, just put on a few airs, looked at the picture book that Master gave me, I didn't understand anything, and I got "you The praise of "talent and intelligence", even in the fight, is not due to the inertia of my body.

What makes me even more uncomfortable is that when I communicated with the Hermit School openly and secretly to intrigue and win over folk forces, I just said a few plain words, similar to "Have you eaten?", and they were overwhelmed. The expression said yes, yes, son, you are so right, or you just bow down to me and want to go through life and death with me. This unrealistic reality can only make me more uneasy. The knife on the top, when will it fall.

I will never forget that in the last article, just when I thought I was at the very beginning of the plot, of course I could leave the battlefield safely, but the knife fell from the sky and cut me in two.

Then when I was enthroned as the emperor, the beauty master was the main palace, and the beauties I met through various channels were sitting in the other seats, and the harem was also harmonious, I finally relaxed.This should be the end of the story, right?Although I didn't write the later plot at all, I guess it all evolved intelligently based on my [-]-word outline, and according to my previous thinking, the plot ended when a Lantern Festival was slept with.

I should hide, right?Dodge a knife that might fall to my waist.Once the Lantern Festival is over, I should be able to leave this world if I finish playing the leading role of the emperor who laughs loudly on the big bed at the night of the Lantern Festival, right?

I don’t know why, but I didn’t consider the possibility that I would still stay here after the plot ended, it’s really because it’s too boring, although the emperor did a good job, but it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me, it’s not me that the little beauty loves, it’s just A smile of mine under the inertia of the plot; although the ministers are still admiring my brilliance, the territory I manage is also thriving, and the people support me, but for me, I just said something completely irrelevant. The following People will do it in the completely correct way, and then put the praise on my head.

Not real, no sense of accomplishment, the only thing I can feel is being in bed with the little beauty.But after doing this kind of thing for so long, as soon as I exerted my strength, my concubine gasped and said, "Your majesty, you are too powerful, and the concubine can't hold it. Why don't you call other sisters? I'm not even in the mood, little beauty." I was tired and dizzy. In fact, I just went in, and it was even more boring.

I'm just waiting for the Lantern Festival to come, whether it's an end or an end, or just another beginning, it's all a result.

On the Lantern Festival on the 15th of the first lunar month, after the feast for all the ministers, there will be a private banquet for me and my harem.I embraced from left to right, enjoyed their service, and drank a glass of royal wine fed to me by Master Zhenggong.The wine is beautiful, just like the moonlight, but the moonlight is still shining, but my eyes are dizzy.

I couldn't see the moon anymore, instead there was a black shadow in front of my eyes, something was reflecting the light, and I said something that seemed very familiar to me:

"The faint king will die!"

What fool?Faint what?I have never paid attention to what those ministers have done. I only know that they are all praising me, and all of them told me that they will be loyal to me. During the southern tour, some people always cried and said to me I have great kindness to them.So where does this scenario come from?

His knife was coming towards my head, and I hurriedly dodged back. The coefficient of martial arts kung fu, which is usually admired by martial arts masters, disappeared. I don't know if it was because of the change of the plot or the effect of the cup of imperial wine.The dragon chair staggered, and I watched helplessly as the knife that was supposed to land on my head changed its landing point and landed on my waist.

Cut in the middle, I looked at the other half of my body that was leaving me, and I laughed for some reason, and it seemed that other people were laughing too.

The author has something to say: I always feel that the painting style of this chapter seems to have changed QAQ

ps Is there anyone else watching me?Actually, I'm about to finish~