Heavenly practice

"Do I know that person?" Zhou Le asked anxiously.

Shen Zhuo thought for a while, "I know, and I'm very familiar."

Zhou Le's heart skipped a beat, "...Tang Yu?"

"What are you talking about?"

Shen Zhuo glanced at him, then lowered his voice because of his stomach twitching and hurting, "He is a pure man."

Zhou Le had a ghostly expression on his face, "Aren't you just a pure man?"

Shen Zhuo sipped the hot water in the cup and drank it earnestly. He didn't speak for a long time, his eyes stared straight.

Zhou Le didn't want to mention his sadness anymore, so he patted him on the back, "It's okay, don't you just lose your love? It's not the first time for you, and you will grow up after a long time... No, will you still like girls in the future?"

"do not know."

"That's okay, change your mood, don't think about him, and forget about it after a long time."

"So I'm not going to write a book."

"Well, that's right... wait a minute!"

Zhou Le raised his eyebrows, "Why are you talking about this again?"

"Didn't you tell me to change my mood? Don't think about him."

"But then write to you..."

Zhou Le's eyes widened, "Is that person your reader?"

"..."

"Is that the high school student that day? My God! Human children are not yet adults, right?! You are too beastly!"

"..."

Shen Zhuo felt that he should not discuss this issue with him, and felt tired.

Seeing his speechless expression, Zhou Le could tell that he guessed wrong, "Then why don't you write a book?"

"Writing a book will see him."

"...Are you so in love with your keyboard?"

Zhou Le was expressionless, "I don't know that there are male and female keyboards."

"..."

"Could it be a monitor?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo silently shrunk his hands and feet and nestled into the sofa, "Do you believe me when I say that he is a person from a novel?"

Zhou Le frowned, "Changming?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo looked at him in horror, Zhou Le turned around and picked up the notebook next to him to show him.

Shen Zhuo glanced, um, the word "Chang Ming" filled the screen.

He pursed his lips and shrunk his neck back.

Zhou Le raised his eyebrows, "I've seen someone who delays the draft, but I haven't seen you who delay the draft like this. Even if you say that you have a mental illness, it's a better excuse than this."

Shen Zhuo stared at the cup on the coffee table in a daze, "I know you won't believe it."

"Then you said that?"

"So just terminate the contract."

"..."

Zhou Le turned his head away and pondered for a moment, "Let's finish writing Xiantu anyway, give readers an explanation, and give yourself an explanation, I know you didn't write the book for money, it's purely..."

"I like to create the world." Shen Zhuo continued.

Zhou Le curled his lips, "Just remember."

Shen Zhuomoran, he has been writing novels since he was a freshman, and he has written many themes, but he finally turned to the path of online articles, because he didn't intend to satirize or accuse anything, but just wanted to create some vivid characters and create a The perfect real world, now he is successful, several books he wrote have topped the list, even the world of "The Immortal Era" has become a real world, those characters are alive, even he is deeply involved in.

This is his hobby and his dream.

"Anyway, think again and give me an answer in a few days."

"……thanks."

"Thank you, I just lost my job back then. If I hadn't hugged your golden thigh, I wouldn't even be able to afford a house, so don't be willful, big brother."

Zhou Le looked at him in a daze, and said jokingly, "Don't you still like Chang Ming? Do you have the heart to let him die under Long Xiang's hands? At least give him a good ending."

"……Um."

Zhou Le tidied up the guest room and let him go to sleep. Before leaving, he also left the notebook to him. Shen Zhuo sat on the bed holding the notebook and thought of Zhou Le's joke in his mind.

"ending……"

He logged into the account of the writing software, looked at the chapters stuck there, and felt silent. If the plot he wrote could really affect the fate of everyone in that world, then he really owed those people an ending.

Putting his hands back on the keyboard, he typed a line almost without thinking.

He bent his lips in a self-deprecating manner. In fact, he had already thought about the ending of everyone, except Changming. He didn't know how to write his ending. All he wanted was to ascend to immortality, but he couldn't give it. However, there is only one person who can break through the barrier of ascension, and it can be anyone, except Changming.

The Yuan clan is a race that cannot be tolerated by heaven.

His fingers paused, and the pale white screen shone on his face. He suddenly remembered that Chang Ming asked him how he usually looked at the common people in Zhongzhou. He said two words, head-up.

"Ah……"

He couldn't help laughing, and the appearance of that person began to frantically appear in his mind again, every movement full of surprises, every word that made his heart beat.

What is that man doing now?he thinks.

Seeing himself fleeing from the demigod, he must be so angry that he wished to kill everyone...

Shen Zhuo's smile froze, and suddenly a sense of uneasiness surged.

"No way?"

He said something to himself, but he couldn't convince himself, seeing how the other party hated him when he ran away, or he could really do it.

Staring at the words on the screen, Shen Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards the words written with the plot, his heart gradually accelerated...

Did the words he wrote really determine the fate of so many living people?Can he...see that world through these words?

As the fingertips approached the screen, Shen Zhuo suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, but the next moment his eyes widened in shock——

His fingertips pierced through the screen, like penetrating the surface of a lake, a few ripples appeared on the white screen, and the fingertips of his three fingers disappeared into the miserable white screen.

Shen Zhuo looked at this weird scene in horror, his mind crackled like a flower exploded, and finally went blank.

He raised his head mechanically and looked in the direction of the door. He wanted to call Zhou Le to come over and take a look, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Suddenly, his heart trembled, and he turned his head sharply to look at the screen, but caught off guard and met a pair of deep purple eyes, as dark and silent as the boundless universe, which was about to swallow all his consciousness in an instant.

A chill instantly enveloped his whole body.

Shen Zhuo violently opened the notebook on his body, and a falling sound woke him up suddenly.

The room was empty, only the sound of his heavy breathing, he stared down at his fingers, his heart was beating fast.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden knock on the door, and he looked up in horror, startling the other party too.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Le looked at him in surprise.

Shen Zhuo still had lingering fears in his heart, and shook his head a little sluggishly, "...No."

"You don't look very well."

Wrapped in pajamas, Zhou Le walked to his bed, reached out and touched his forehead, it was cold, "Tsk, it's all in cold sweat."

Shen Zhuo grabbed his hand, Zhou Le was taken aback, before the other party pulled back, he immediately said, "Let's sleep together."

"Okay." Zhou Le agreed, and then began to climb the bed.

Seeing that he was so obedient, Shen Zhuo couldn't help feeling a little less afraid, and deliberately joked, "Why, aren't you afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

"Come on, can you see me with your eyes? We can't tell who will take advantage of who we sleep together. Besides, didn't we sleep together when we were in college?" Zhou Le hugged another pillow and moved closer to him.

Shen Zhuo calmed down a lot, with a smile on his face, "Why don't I remember, I have always slept alone."

"I knew you didn't remember that, when you played Zhu Yingtai at the school celebration, you took a sword and cut off the Ma Wencai played by our class monitor. In the end, you were embarrassed at the party and forced to drink a few glasses of white wine. I will replace you Stop it, later Tang Yu sent us back and put them on the same bed, I woke up the next morning and was startled, Mad, I thought I ruined you by being drunk and having sex!"

Zhou Le purposely put his arms around him and approached him, with an ambiguous expression on his face, "You don't know, you are also the school girl in our department, so many men have been beaten by you, even I almost couldn't resist!"

Shen Zhuo listened to him talking nonsense, the chill behind him gradually dissipated, and the two fell asleep just like that.

And in a certain vast and majestic palace far away, a pair of deep purple eyes were as cold as an abyss, and the scene that just appeared suddenly flashed in the mind of its owner.

The handsome young man regained his short hair, and was hugged by another man with a smile on his face, with a helpless and nostalgic smile.

"The song that reaches the sky is well-deserved."

Seeing the silver-haired man's sudden change of aura, Xuanyu's back turned cold, and he smiled dryly and praised him, but he heard the other party suddenly ask, "How is he?"

The smile on the corner of Xuanyu's mouth froze, "...he's about to die."

"Resuscitate, it's not time for him to die."

"……Yes."