What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

Just these two words were enough, and the pain in Chu Ge's balls disappeared instantly, as if they had been rubbed by little hands.

Qiu Wuji is indeed a reasonable and kind woman, and he deserves to give her so many good qualities in vain.

Chu Ge went to pour the water happily and asked casually: "What happened to the Poison Hand Demon King?"

"I'm still poisoned. I feel like important events will correct themselves according to the direction you wrote."

Chu Ge paused while pouring water, frowned and pondered.

He paused for a while before continuing to pour the water: "Does it feel uncomfortable to be poisoned?"

"Fortunately, it was solved quickly." Qiu Wuji's smile became thicker.

This is a question that no one in the sect, including Chu Tiange, has ever asked, not even the most loyal elders and disciples.

This has nothing to do with whether he writes or not. Outside of his established roles, the characters should have their own performance, but no one has asked.

Because others regard her as a powerful sect master who can do anything.

Does he think she is a creature of his own creation? "It's my duty to help you."

Or... a woman?

Don't know, but it feels weird. A... feeling that someone is distressed?

A little embarrassed, but also a little warm.

Chu Ge sat on the sofa holding a water glass, drinking water and thinking: "In this way, the plot I wrote, at least in important events, is an inescapable fate for you. If I write about the poisonous devil, you will die. If he escapes from his hands instead of his soul, he should die."

Qiu Wuji said: "Why write about him escaping?"

Chu Ge smiled awkwardly: "This kind of relatively strong villain should be left to the protagonist as a stepping stone. If you kill him early, you have to create another one. There is no need."

Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes.

Chu Ge also found that Qiu Wuji's expression was much richer and more vivid than before.

Qiu Wuji sighed, sat across from him a little lazily, leaned on the sofa and said lazily: "So you are our God's will, are you very proud of it?"

Chu Ge thought for a while and shook his head: "Maybe I am the providence of your world... But in a larger scope, no. Just like I don't know why you came out, and I don't know what my book is. It’s not about throwing him to death.”

He paused and smiled again: "It is God's will for you and me to meet, but this God's will is not mine."

Qiu Wuji was stunned and said nothing.

Chu Ge suddenly said: "I was thinking about a question before..."

"Um?"

"Can I practice your practice method? I obviously don't know any practice method, but I made it up. Can I make it up to cultivate myself?"

Qiu Wuji also thought this was interesting: "Then I'll teach you? If there is no difference in our body structure, you can definitely learn it. The main problem is that the spiritual energy in this world is very thin, so even if you practice it, there will be no results."

Chu Ge nodded: "Perhaps the obstacle of this spiritual energy is a patch to prevent me from being too buggy?"

Qiu Wuji laughed: "You have written too much, don't you think that you are also written in someone's book, and you still patch it up..."

"No matryoshka dolls allowed." Chu Ge said seriously, and then smiled: "That's it, now we don't even know if we can practice, let's try it first?"

"Hmm..." Qiu Wuji taught a secret, and then asked, "Did you write this secret?"

"No, the world probably evolved on its own based on my nonsense. I copied some contents from Taoist scriptures, such as the Seven Signs of Yunji, etc. I don't know if that counts..."

"The Taoist scriptures of this world... I want to see them."

"I have bought this stuff, all kinds of Taoist scriptures. Even though they are just text, they can be converted into PDF and saved to more than ten gigabytes. I just keep them in my computer."

Qiu Wuji couldn't understand PDF or more than ten gigabytes for the time being. It sounded like a lot, so he calmed down and returned to the topic: "What I just taught you was the mental method. Now I'm going to teach you the method of luck. You have to remember it carefully. You should know very well that there will be problems if there are any deviations. Our sect's practice method is the most awe-inspiring and upright, with the twelve serious sutras as the mainstay and the strange sutras as the supplement. This is for..."

"Wait a minute..." Chu Ge asked cautiously: "Where exactly are the Twelve Canons? How can I get lucky?"

Qiu Wuji's eyes widened.

silence.

This is what you wrote! You write down the practice method for us to follow the Twelve Orthodox Sutras!

Then you asked me where the twelve serious things are!

I thought you understood it well after reading a few G Taoist scriptures, but you asked me where the meridians are! Is this the kind of person who created our world?

Qiu Wuji wanted to hit him.

"Don't say it was me who was unreasonable and bullied you! I'll beat you as if I were a different person!" Qiu Wuji finally couldn't hold it back and threw Chu Ge over on the sofa and beat him up: "Where, where, where, you said where!"

Chu Ge held his head and was beaten. This time, he didn't feel any pain from the beating. She pressed him on him, and the fragrance was faint. It felt... um...

Qiu Wuji held back his strength and hit the person. After beating him for a while, he felt that it was no longer enough, so he got up angrily, grunted and walked to the balcony to get some fresh air.

At a glance, I saw my previous clothes hanging outside, fluttering in the wind.

Qiu Wuji half-opened his mouth and stared blankly at his stockings, which were wrinkled and fluttering in the wind. It felt like someone had rubbed them in their hands...

A blush quickly crept onto her cheeks.

When I left, I never thought that I would still be wearing something like this. The private clothes I just wore next to my body were turned around and held in his hand... I don’t know what he did...

You can't ask what you did. After all, it looks like I just washed you. Why do you still want to beat someone up out of kindness?

Qiu Wuji held it in for a long time, his lips moved for a while, and then he managed to hold back a sentence: "You don't have to help me wash my clothes in the future, I, I will do it myself."

Chu Ge also ran out and took a look, his face also turned a little dark.

What's going on with those wrinkled stockings? Why does it feel like he's holding them for something? Is Chu Ge sure he's never done this before?

Is it a fetish in a lonely dream?

It was over and he was going to be beaten again... Chugo stepped back cautiously.

Qiu Wuji stared at him with a straight face for a long time, without beating him, but the thought came to his mind: If a man and a widow live together, is it really okay to just say that they are beautiful and beautiful?

Well, no problem, just have a clear conscience.

She took a deep breath and said, "I can transform this kind of clothing myself from now on. Last time I was so confused that I didn't think about it... I could have saved this money."

"It's not that I didn't understand it, it's just that you deliberately wanted to try the life style of this world." Everyone in Chugo retreated to the living room, and the voice was still responding: "So why bother using illusion again? Just integrate into this world thoroughly."

"Aren't you happy about saving money? Even though I borrowed it, I don't know when I can pay you back."

"My royalties have arrived today. I'm not that embarrassed. It should be said that a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan is better than most people, as long as I can be stable."

Qiu Wuji finally couldn't help but sneer: "I think you want something with clothes so you can do something with it!"

Chu Ge jumped: "I! No! Yes! Changed! State!"

In fact, he didn't even know if he wanted to do something. Logically speaking, he didn't want to do anything at all, but he vaguely felt that... if there were no real objects that could be seen and touched, and it was all illusion, would he still be a real person?

The day the clothes were left behind was far more touching than the last time they disappeared. At that time it felt like a dream, but this time it felt like parting.

Fortunately, she came back quickly, as if she was on a business trip.

When she came back this time, she was more alive, more and more like a fairy described in two dimensions and coming to the world in a comprehensive and three-dimensional way.