No jokes here

"Yeah, I heard that some time ago, the doctor said that he would not live for three months, but his own will is quite strong, and he survived abruptly." Xu Xin said with some emotion.

"Really?" Xu Zhan looked at the void with deep meaning in his eyes.

After the meal, Xu Zhan and Xu Xin went through the discharge procedures, went to the fruit market to buy some fruit, and then returned to the community, ready to visit Lin Qian'an.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Lin Qian'an, who was typing, was still a little puzzled, thinking that someone from the Long Group had come to the door.

When he opened the door and found that it was Xu Zhan's two brothers and sisters, Lin Qian'an couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said, "A rare guest, Brother Xu!"

"Aren't you welcome?" Xu Zhan said with a smile.

"Where is it, come in quickly, I live alone, and I haven't cleaned it up much, forgive me!"

Lin Qian'an said, while welcoming them into the house, he went to make a cup of tea for the two of them.

The tea was ready, Lin Qian'an asked, "Brother Xu, what are you doing here?"

"Before I stayed at home and didn't know about you. I heard that you seem to have some health problems in the past two days, so I plan to come and see if you need help or something?"

As he said that, Xu Zhan put a stack of banknotes on the table and said: "A little heart, but limited ability, please don't mind too much."

This stack of banknotes was at least 5 yuan, Lin Qianan frowned, and quickly pushed the money back in front of Xu Zhan, saying, "No, no, how can I accept your money? Brother Xu, you helped me so much back then. How dare I still take your money now!"

"We met by fate and we are friends again. We can help a little bit. Don't think too little." Xu Zhan pushed the money back to Lin Qian'an and said.

His money is not only to help Lin Qianan treat cancer, but in fact, it is mainly to thank Lin Qianan for saving him and his sister.

But Lin Qian'an didn't say it to his face, and he couldn't directly point it out, so he made such an excuse.

"Brother Xu, to be honest, my illness has been brought under control for the time being. I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not short of money at the moment, so let's forget it!" Lin Qian'an said.

When Xu Xin heard the words, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

She knew that Lin Qian'an had terminal cancer, and this disease was absolutely incurable.

However, Lin Qian'an was still able to refuse the financial help they gave her. This kind of integrity, she would definitely not be able to do it herself.

To put it bluntly, Lin Qian'an finally even revealed last month's manuscript fee income before Xu Zhan got his money back. Even so, Xu Zhan promised with a very solemn attitude that he would find a way to help him treat cancer.

After Xu Zhan brothers and sisters left, Lin Qian'an still seemed a little emotional.

He really didn't expect that after Xu Zhan knew about him, he would directly send him money to help him.

But having said that, he always felt that there was something in Xu Zhan's words, and the meaning expressed was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Shaking his head, Lin Qian'an didn't think too much. After locking the door, he went back to the bedroom and continued to code.

It will be July soon, and he has to finish the book "Tongzun" within the last time.

At that time, he will be able to serialize new novels on Chaofan. Otherwise, if he drags two books, he will really be in a hurry.

It is worth mentioning that.

As Lin Qian'an's writing progressed to the later stage, after the protagonist in the novel showed the three-headed and eight-armed King Kong, quite a few book friends said that he borrowed and copied the previous Xinxiang Town's Fumo King Kong the warmth of others.

This has aroused the disgust of many people, and even said some bad words.

Lin Qianan was quite speechless about this.

I tried to explain one or two things, but finally gave up.

Saying it may not be believed by anyone, and it is not necessary, but it is easy to cause unnecessary trouble for yourself.

As for changing the text, Lin Qian'an didn't have such an idea.

He has written everything, he is not afraid of the shadow slanting, if there is a misunderstanding, go to the misunderstanding!

Chapter 43 Anger

At nine o'clock in the morning on June 26, Lin Qian'an received a call from the Qing'an City Longzu Bureau.

The other party first expressed his gratitude to Lin Qian'an for saving people in the Fox Fairy Theme Park, and then said that he applied for a bonus or something like that, asking him to provide a bank card account number so that it will be transferred to his account when the time comes.

If the other party hadn't mentioned this matter, he really didn't expect that he would have follow-up rewards.

But if you think about it, there are awards for being brave and good citizens. He saved so many people this time and solved an abnormal incident. Isn't it normal to have some bonuses?

After explaining the bank card account number, Lin Qianan hung up the phone.

If he is an official member of the dragon group, he probably will have credits and the like in addition to bonuses.

But unfortunately, he is only a non-staff member.

Strictly speaking, it is like a temporary worker, and there is no formal establishment.

So it doesn't make sense to take credit, after all, he can't be promoted to an official or something.

Of course, Lin Qianan has no intention of becoming a full member.

He is very satisfied with his life now.

It's good enough to write books, practice skills, play games, and slowly move forward on the road of transcendence.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Lin Qian'an finished writing the novel and took out the "Children's Advent Card of Sushan Temple" from the space ring.

The last time he used it was around nine o'clock in the morning on May 27th. Logically speaking, the CD should have been finished by now.

Sure enough, when Lin Qianan took it out, he found that the characters on it had changed from gray to color again.

In this way, he has one more hole card, so he doesn't have to worry about being unable to protect himself when encountering abnormalities.

Thinking of Tong Zun, he thought of his own "Vajra Subduing Demon Art".

After fighting with Xue Zhi before, his "Vajra Subduing Demon Art" has continuously increased two levels, and now it should be regarded as the fifth level of "Vajra Subduing Demon Art".

Driven by his innate true energy, it is roughly equivalent to the "Golden Bell Cover" on the tenth floor.

Waiting for idle swordsmen can't break through the defense at all.

Now if he gets another paw from Xuezhi, he will definitely not be as embarrassed as before.

It's a pity that the day when the King Kong Dharma can be summoned is still far away.

One hundred layers of "Vajra Subduing Demon Art" can initially condense the Vajra Dharma, and with that kind of exaggerated consumption, it is only possible to use it in the condensed state.

Lin Qian'an can only think about it, for the time being, he doesn't have too much desire at all.

But since he broke through the innate, he felt that the speed of hitting the acupoints has become much faster.

The second acupoint he had been attacking since he broke through has become very weak now, and it is estimated that he will be able to successfully attack it in two days.

At that time, with two acupoints absorbing the energy of the heaven and the earth at the same time, coupled with the true qi refined by his "automatic breathing internal skill", his true essence recovery speed will be even faster.

Lin Qian'an was quite satisfied with such a rapid increase in strength.

The only pity is that the time bomb in his lungs is uncontrollable, and it is not easy to get rid of it. Although it has brought a lot of benefits, the cough and pain it brings from time to time also makes him a little worried. It will suddenly "explode".

This feeling, like the death sickle on the neck and the sword of Damocles hanging above the head, made it difficult for Lin Qianan to relax completely.

June 28.

Lin Qian'an's novel "Tong Zun" ended at 120 million words.

In the past few days, he has been relying on the witch medicine refined from energy drinks to refresh himself and write books. There is no one with less than [-] words in the daily update.

The readers were so happy that they handed in recommendation tickets and monthly tickets one after another, and there were many bigwigs who gave rewards.

Because of this, Lin Qianan's book rushed to several lists in a short period of time.

Although the number of words in this book is not many compared to those masterpieces, the plot is refined, the plot is exciting, and the characters are vividly portrayed, so it can be considered an excellent work.

After writing this book, Lin Qian'an can be considered to have made a big breakthrough, leaping from the bottom to the middle and low level.

At 11:30 in the evening, Lin Qianan went out on time, and wanted to buy some skewers from Zaphant, and told him about the end of his book by the way.

After getting along for so long, Lin Qianan and Zaphant can be regarded as friends.

The friendship between each other is pure and simple, without too many interests involved.

This kind of friendship can be said to be quite rare.

Therefore, the first person Lin Qianan thought of for the celebration was Zaphant.

Arriving at the night market, Lin Qianjun quietly waited for Zaphant's arrival.

As time passed bit by bit, Lin Qianan's expression changed from anticipation to boredom and numbness.

When the time slowly passed by three o'clock, Lin Qian'an finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Zaphant told him that he only sells barbecue between twelve and three, and after that time, he will not come again.

But that being said, except at the beginning, whenever Lin Qianan came to the night market, he would always wait for Zaphant.

Zavente never missed a single day.

In his words, if you finally meet someone who knows how to appreciate his music, you will naturally not let him down.

Goooooooo~!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a wheel turning in the alley.

Lin Qian'an's face brightened, he knew that this was the sound of the piano skewer cart.

However, when Lin Qianan looked up, his expression froze on his face.

Because the piano kebab cart is still there, but the person sitting on it has disappeared.

The piano skewer truck rolled out of the alley and stopped in front of Lin Qianan. The skewers on it had been burnt because no one was playing the piano, and the smell was a bit pungent.

However, what Lin Qian'an cared about was not this, but a man in a black windbreaker who appeared following the piano barbecue car.

"If you die, you will send things here. I thought why? It turns out that there is a customer waiting here. Is this a stalk? It only acts according to the logic of the stalk. It's so stupid!"

Lin Qian'an clenched his fists tightly and looked at the man opposite him with cold eyes.

This man was wearing a large black windbreaker, about 1.7 meters tall, holding a weapon similar to a Tang knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of arrogance that could not be concealed.

"Where's Zaphant?" Lin Qianan asked.

"Who?" Qin Shao asked back.

"The person who sells barbecue sitting on the piano skewer cart." Lin Qian'an forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked aloud.

"People? You mean that stalker?" Qin Shao smiled and said, "I've already chopped him down with a knife. That guy was still playing the piano before he died. He's so stupid."

"Why?" Lin Qian'an glared at Qin Shao and asked, "He didn't do anything bad, nor did he hurt others, and even his piano sound didn't disturb the people!!"

The last sentence Lin Qianan almost yelled out with a suppressed voice.

"Where is the reason?" Qin Shao looked at Lin Qian'an like a madman, and said in a cold voice: "Do you need a reason to kill the stalk? I think you are also a superhuman? I advise you not to get involved with the stalk." In terms of relationships, stalks disrupt the order of reality, things that shouldn’t exist, if you get too involved with them, be careful not to involve yourself in it!”

After finishing speaking, Qin Shao planned to turn around and walk away.

Lin Qian'an smelled the burnt smell from the skewers, and his body trembled slightly.

He doesn't agree with the other party's ideas!

Quite disagree!

But the stalk itself is indeed not protected by law, and the actions of the other party can even be called a good thing for human society to a certain extent.

Even if Lin Qian'an was angry, it seemed that he couldn't find a reason to vent it.

"But, he is my friend, so what reason is there for that alone?" Lin Qian'an murmured.

The moment the sound fell, the Dishan stick appeared in Lin Qian'an's right hand.

Qin Shao's footsteps stopped and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Dang bang bang bang~!

The sound of the Dishan stick being dragged on the ground became faster and faster.

Bang~!

A stick fell suddenly, and countless cement blocks were splashed on the ground, and a crater about the size of a basketball appeared on the spot.

Qin Shao appeared not far from Lin Qian'an, looked at Lin Qian'an solemnly and said, "You're crazy! That's just a stalk!"

"It's not just a stalker, he's still my friend!" Lin Qian'an gripped the stick again, looked at Qin Shao seriously and said.

"Being friends with a stalk? Should I say you're stupid? I warn you, you'd better stop being mad at me, or even if you're human, I won't be polite to you," Qin Shao said.

"Then don't be polite to me!!!"

Lin Qian'an let out a loud roar, and his true essence was condensed on the stick, which leaped up to a height of six or seven meters, and then smashed down in the air.