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Meng Xingchong's words and deeds only have one meaning, as long as Song Wenlan is willing to write, even if the current number of words is not enough, she can sign the contract.

This is an editor who is willing to break the rules for a good story.

This is Song Wenlan's first impression of Meng Xingchong, and the second impression is that she is smart.

She is only two thousand words away from signing the contract. People who have seen her updates know that two thousand words are nothing to her, and she can make up for it one day after signing the contract.

So Meng Xingchong is not giving her benefits, but showing her an attitude.

Song Wenlan smiled and exited the message.

She will not reply now, and will talk about it after she finishes the remaining words.

After exiting the personal message, Song Wenlan began to read the novel comments.

As soon as he opened the novel interface, Song Wenlan was shocked by the current data of this book.

There are more than 7,000 collections, almost 8,000!

When she stopped updating, how many people collected it? It seems to be only dozens.

Song Wenlan is a little puzzled, so how did this collection increase?

After reading for several minutes, Song Wenlan finally sorted out the general situation. After understanding, Song Wenlan was somewhat amused.

Who would have thought?

It was just a break, and these readers could not see the update. In their unbalanced state, they actually went to the forum to attract more readers!

Now the comments below this book are all crying for updates.

[Author, I am a space pirate. If you don’t update, I will rob your manuscript box. ]

[Author, I can’t sleep. I want to see the next plot. Can you still sleep? ]

[I was attracted by the forum post. Although I now know that this is a conspiracy of old readers, I am still very fortunate to see this book. So, am I a very cheap person? ]

Of course, what makes Song Wenlan happy the most is that she noticed from these comments that everyone’s acceptance of the setting of the demon race is quite high.

Some readers commented that the demon race is like a fantasy species, but it is very interesting. Some people also said that the background of this book is relatively old, and many things are like antiques. It looks very interesting. However, he doesn’t understand what the gas stove is.

Seeing this, Song Wenlan felt again that adding comments was indeed necessary.

After reading all the comments, Song Wenlan opened the author's backstage with full motivation and began to write the follow-up part.

At this time, in the networm group.

Meng Xingchong looked at the chat plane with a tangled face.

What is the message that Zaosi has read but not replied? Does he not want to update? Or does he not want to sign a contract?

Or does she already have an editor she wants to sign a contract with?

Meng Xingchong glanced at her colleagues quietly. They all connected their optical computers with their own silk threads, and no one showed any abnormality.

Zaosi should not have signed a contract with the editor yet. Meng Xingchong thought that if he had successfully signed a contract with Zaosi, he would definitely jump up excitedly.

So Meng Xingchong fell into a new round of entanglement.

For him, the only good news is that Zaosi finally appeared. Maybe he will be able to see the update in a while!

Meng Xingchong knew that Song Wenlan had logged into the author account, but Fengxing and Yumo didn't know.

They were attending a social gathering in the snake tribe.

Before the conference, unmarried men and women in the snake tribe would gather at the clan leader's house, waiting for the clan leader to announce the event.

When Yu Mo appeared, no one was surprised. This guy has been attending the social gathering every year since he fell in love.

The people of the snake tribe have become accustomed to his appearance.

But what surprised them was that Feng Xing, the son of the clan leader who had always resisted marriage, also showed up!

The young snake people who came over couldn't help but look at Feng Xing.

In fact, for the male youths of the snake tribe, Feng Xing is a strong competitor.

Not to mention his identity, just his hunting ability, few people in the snake tribe can beat him.

The young male snake people looked at Feng Xing, and the desire to win gradually rose in their eyes.

The female snake people were more concerned about the reason why Feng Xing appeared.

Could it be that he already had a favorite snake?

The female snake people rushed up and surrounded Yu Mo.

As for why they didn't surround Feng Xing, just look at his cold face and you will know. The words "reject people from a thousand miles away" are engraved on his face.

Yu Mo is easy to talk to.

However, Yu Mo had already promised to keep Feng Xing's secret. No matter who asked, he would not speak. He only said that Feng Xing had no one he was attracted to at the moment, and anyone who wanted to be his partner could give it a try.

Not only these female snake people, but even the clan leader was curious about his son's transformation.

So, Yu Mo was called directly to the clan leader.

The serious old man sat at the top, with his long green hair gathered up and tied into a small braid. His eyes were narrow and when they were slightly raised, he didn't look like a good person.

Yu Mo faced the clan leader's pressured gaze and spread his hands helplessly: "Clan leader, I really can't say it. I promised Feng Xing to keep it a secret. Otherwise, you can ask your son?"

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to say it."

The old man quickly walked to Yu Mo, smiled at Yu Mo, and quickly grabbed his arm.

Yu Mo was startled and immediately realized what the clan leader was doing.

Their clan leader's lineage has the special ability of perception.

No matter what you touch, you will sense what happened in the past. In front of the patriarch, all secrets are exposed.

Feng Xing had never used his perception ability on him, so Yu Mo neglected it.

Before Yu Mo escaped from the grip of the tribe leader, the old man had already let go of his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

Because of his appearance, this smile was also gloomy.

"I see, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Mating and reproduction have always been a big deal in the tribe," the old man said slowly: "We orcs have never avoided these things. Only those humans will look at these instincts with strange eyes."

Yu Mo pouted. He was not interested in the views of humans. He only cared about one thing.

"Tribe leader, you know this yourself, not me. Feng Xing came to ask, don't frame me." Yu Mo hurriedly clarified.

"I know, don't worry, am I such a person who doesn't know the rules?"

The old man said helplessly.

Yu Mo muttered: "You understand, but you didn't tell me."

"Okay, stop standing there and mumbling, go back, those beautiful girls are waiting for you."

The old man waved his hand to drive him away.

After Yu Mo left, he began to think.

It was just a novel, but it had such a great magic that it could open up his son who had never been enlightened. If he promoted this novel to the entire tribe, would it have a better effect on the reproduction of the tribe?