I made myths

Chapter 13 Evolvers Emerging Gradually

uncle?How does it feel to grow wings? "

"Old man, how did you grow wings? Is it possible that there is really a spiritual recovery?"

"Old man, can we touch your wings? I'm just curious, I've never seen such a thing in my life."

A group of people with mobile phones or cameras surrounded the seventy-year-olds in the center, and the chattering words made the new life boring.

The uncle who is the protagonist is even more so. Mr. Wen Ting is also known for his violent temper nearby. He just spread his wings and threw everyone to the ground, and then sternly shouted:
"Uncle, what are you? I am only 70 years old this year, and I am in my youth! It is a very good age to compete for the number one in the world. Talk to me now. When I succeed in cultivation, I will inevitably benefit from you!"

If ordinary people said that, I'm afraid they would have been looked at with contempt, but the old man in front of him is really that kind of powerful evolutionary, how could someone provoke him?

One of them, a sleek fat man, squeezed through the crowd, his tank-like body was unstoppable, and he led the person behind him holding a camera to the front and shouted loudly:
"Brother is right! 70 years old is a young man among cultivators. Since he is a young man, he should keep up with the trend of the times."

"Our company happens to be in the field. As long as you join us, we have professionals to create name equipment for you, and masters to record your personal biography. Do you think it will work?"

Wen Ting rolled his eyes, looked at the job card hanging around the fat man's neck, and immediately responded with a raised brow: "It turns out that you are from the heavens, you can join you, but I want someone who is kind to write to me. , it must be [-] words per day!"

"This……"

Fatty looked embarrassed, thinking that since Wen Ting knew Liangshan as a writer, he must also know the limit of [-] words per day. He also knew that Liangshan had stopped writing a long time ago, and he had closed his pen seven years ago because of income problems. That's why I made such a request.

"Forget it, promise this old man first, even if he is not strong, but as the first evolutionary to appear in the public eye, this IP itself can make money."

"Besides, Liangshan closed his pen because of money. Now that his spiritual energy has recovered, he is good at fantasy and fairy abilities. The guy who makes money will definitely come back!"

With an idea in mind, a smile appeared on the fat man's face, he grabbed Wen Ting's hand and said excitedly: "Welcome to the big family of the heavens! We will contact Liangshan immediately and ask him to come out of the mountain to meet you."

"good!"

Wen Ting stroked his gray beard, nodded and showed a satisfied smile.

The others looked disappointed, secretly cursing themselves for being slow to react, and secretly scolding the fat man for being cunning and stupid.

But the fact is that they have nothing to do, they can only keep up their spirits and continue recording. The news of the cooperation between the first evolutionary and the Tiantian Company is also big news, and there is money to be made.

suddenly!

Among them, one of the reporter internet celebrities wailed in pain. The camera in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he curled up on the ground and wailed in pain. White smoke rose from his body, and his skin became red, like a cooked of prawns.

next moment!Blazing flames erupted from his body, and the scorching heat scorched the concrete floor to black.

The people around were forced to retreat by the temperature, and they still tried to get closer, thinking about taking first-hand information.

With this momentary change, all the people gathered around Mr. Wen Ting ran away, leaving only him staring blankly at the crowd beside him in a daze.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't abandon you!"

Wen Ting looked to the side after hearing the words, the fat man was still standing beside him, and he was the only one standing here.

Unconsciously, Wen Ting felt very warm, stroked his beard and asked, "Why don't you go to see that person? This must be more attractive than me. After all, he can be awakened even if he is an outsider, and he is awakened." It’s still fire, I’m afraid this is big news, right?”

"Fire is indeed powerful, the greatest assistant in human evolution in history, but times have changed, the theory of human evolution from monkeys may be broken, and our cognition will also change, not to mention that I am looking for my brother first, for sure be responsible to the end."

The fat man smiled and gave Wen Ting a thumbs up. This time, even Wen Ting couldn't help showing a smile, and responded, "Forget it, don't play anymore, you can go find someone else."

"It's really novel to get superpowers just now, but I'm old after all, and my mentality has changed a long time ago. It's over after a moment of madness. I feel comfortable coming alone, at least there are not so many annoying flies."

After speaking, Wen Ting turned around and flew away, leaving behind the fat man who shook his head indifferently, sighed and took a picture of his leaving back against the sky, then rushed into the crowd and asked the photographer who was just behind him: "Did you catch it?"

"Can't you believe me? Guaranteed to be the clearest and most detailed in the field."

"Okay, I'll go out first, this guy is too hot, call me after he cools down, the business just now is gone."

"Row."

The fat man who left found a brick to sit on the road not far away, took out his mobile phone and made a call. ,

At the same time, the phone next to Wen Qian's pillow rang, and his favorite music turned into noise, which made him want to drop the phone.

"Hey?"

"Goodness! You can't fucking get up! The sky is falling! You are still asleep! Show me the information on your phone!"

Hearing the familiar annoying voice on the other side, Wen Qian scolded: "What a fart! I'm in Wenzhen, and I saw what happened yesterday afternoon. I didn't wake up myself, what a fart! It's better to sleep!"

The fat man on the other side was so angry that he almost threw the brick under his butt on his mobile phone, and shouted: "You shouldn't be able to afford three dishes for a meal. Didn't you expect anything in such an environment? Resurrection!" Fantasy! Immortal! Code words!"

"Back then, the topics you wrote were too niche to make money. Now it's different. The times are changing, and your time has come! Hurry up and act!"

"Writing a fart! Writing a novel is a dead end! I am old, and I have no dreams for a long time. You can find someone else."

"Hey! Well, you are a kind person. You just pretend to be old when you are young. The uncle in his 70s is still in his youth. Forget it. If you don't write, don't write. I will ask you for dinner later. I have something urgent. Hang up first."

The fat man hastily put his phone in his pocket, quickly pushed through the crowd, and shouted at the burning man in the middle: "Heroes, please stay! My big family needs you!"

Wen Qian on the other side put down his phone and closed his eyes again. To be honest, he still wanted to write, but unfortunately the current situation does not allow it.

Now that you have decided to retreat behind the scenes and develop quietly, you should abandon most of the things.

While talking about doing things in a low-key way and being the mastermind behind the scenes, what's the matter with getting into the public eye and making a lot of money to start a career?
(End of this chapter)