The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

In the small rental house, the girl in front of the computer opened her eyes.

"I am..."

"Come back?" Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at everything familiar around him. The room was quiet, with only the hum of electrical appliances starting.

"Then the ending..."

She saw the novel left on the computer screen.

It's still the same name, "The Lost Immortal", and it's still the same as Millions of Endings, but some things are different.

"Are they all here? Are they all here? Don't tell me this is a dream?" She was used to writing about be knives, which made her think of these subconsciously. Qin Yuan quickly opened the novel catalog and entered from Chapter 1.

Still narrating from Wei Yi's perspective, she quickly skipped a few chapters and found the chapter where Shang Shan appeared.

[The Shangshan Immortal Sect is as good as water and is kind to others. Its teachers are Wen Ling and Wen Qinghuan. They have six disciples, none of whom practice swordsmanship. There is a great treasure in the sword tomb - the pure world has no owner yet. It is really covered in dust. 】

"without me?"

Qin Yuan froze, with countless possibilities flashing through her mind. She jumped to the Immortal Qin Family. The cheap parents who came online and then offline did not give birth to a girl, but died in the Duanyou Thunder.

"Total obliteration...?"

Her fingertips were trembling. If this was the case, then she wasn't even forgotten, she was really clear and clear.

"Then those things I did..." Qin Yuan's eyes were slightly red and he was trying to endure something.

Continuing to look at the books, some of the things she did to the greater good were replaced by Nan Xin, and some suddenly figured out how to heal themselves.

There are no immortals in the world, there are no twin demon kings in the fox clan, there are no blood disasters, there is no lifelessness, and there is no wickedness.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and Qin Yuan turned to the last page of the novel...

The bloody battle was won, Shangshan was only slightly injured, and he recuperated for a few years. Everything was back on track, and everyone got what they wanted.

The next day, Wen Ling was at his desk, not knowing what to write, while Nan Xin leaned against the window and admired the moon.

"I want to create a Kung Fu," Wen Ling suddenly said, and Nan Xin looked back at her with confusion: "What kind of Kung Fu?"

"One who can quickly understand the secrets."

"Emperor Wen Tian, ​​I once heard in rumors..."

"fake."

"I haven't said what it is yet?"

"That's also a lie." Wen Ling's expression remained unchanged, only the toes in her boots curled up again.

"Okay, do you have any inspiration?"

"A little."

"tell me the story?"

Wen Ling frowned and thought for a while, then picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper: "As soon as I think of it, I will go with the wind, and my eyes will be completely cloudless. I will look at the river and the abyss, drinking Liang alone and dreaming of eternal life."

"What? Did you let Lan Suxin fool you? Will you fall asleep?" Nan Xin complained, but when she thought of something, her eyes suddenly rolled:

"It seems good to have a good disciple who likes to sleep. Emperor Wen Tian, ​​when will you accept the seventh disciple?"

"……ill?"

"It's harmful..." Nan Xin shook her head and said nothing.

【End of the book】

The tears finally fell. Qin Yuan squeezed the mouse tightly, sitting there not knowing whether he was crying or laughing.

We all have to see the ultimate... There is no me in this... I can accept it, why should I cry?

Qin Yuan bit his lip, and a little red dot of a reader's comment popped up in the background.

She subconsciously clicked on it and saw a four-star rating.

[Reader: The whole book is very healing and heart-warming. The main character is miserable, but he does not surrender and works hard to redeem himself. He is warmed by the people around him, especially the Supreme Good Immortal Sect. 】

[But... did I miss something? Why is the book called "The Lost Immortal" even though it has a happy ending?Is the author's name useless?How about I help you think of a name, called Wenxian, warm Wen (to cover up the fact that I am warm). 】

"puff…"

Qin Yuan couldn't hold back his smile anymore, and his tears burst uncontrollably.

Huang Liang Yi Meng?No, I don’t exist, but I have witnessed everyone’s happiness.

Whether this process is sweet or bitter, there is no need to worry about it anymore. I just feel it and don't know its taste.

If I had known that I would have been more unrestrained and enthusiastic at that time, I would have been able to live up to the wind and rain of being alone.

Qin Yuan closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. When he opened them again, he was filled with trembling relief and ease: "

Goodbye, everyone……"

She turned off the computer and threw herself into the familiar bed. There was no light source in the room, and it was quiet and silent.

.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed since the completion of "The Immortal". Qin Yuan was particularly dazed for a while. He often went out barefoot and was knocked half to death by stones before he remembered to wear shoes.

I even doubted whether it really happened that I wore a book by myself?This is probably the completion and questioning nature of memory. In order to prevent the owner from having a mental breakdown, the human brain blurs and downplays everything.

Qin Yuan shook his head and went out to buy groceries as usual. Just as she was waiting for the traffic light, a man suddenly rushed out and hugged her.

"Small……"

"Fuck! Gangster!" Qin Yuan was frightened half to death, desperately slapping the man hugging him, and passers-by were also alarmed.

The world is declining and the world is bright!How could someone do such a thing in the street?

The righteous people took action and the hooligan man was subdued in two or three blows.

"Fuck! Let me go! I've released a ghost!"

"What are you talking about? Which mental hospital did you run out of?"

"Call the police, call the police!"

Qin Yuan was protected by the enthusiastic crowd. She tried hard to calm her beating heart and looked at the subdued man.

Very good-looking...

Seem to have seen it somewhere?It’s just this dog-gnawed hairstyle that’s so ugly…

The police arrived shortly after, and the man and Qin Yuan were taken away for questioning and recording.

Inside the police station.

"do you know him?"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "I don't know him."

"He said you were his junior sister?"

"???"

"Is there a mistake..." Qin Yuan suddenly thought of something, but was denied in the next second.

The police asked a few more questions casually. Because there was surveillance and a confession from the righteous people, she left here quickly.

Life must go on. This was just a slightly scary episode. She told her best friend about it, and then she was stuffed with a bottle of anti-wolf spray.

"You can't have bad peach blossoms, especially if the other person is mentally unstable!"

"It's not that exaggerated..."

His best friend's eyes were serious, Qin Yuan raised his hands in surrender: "I'll just take it with me..."

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the end of the year is here. The author's life is boring and dull. The same is true for Qin Yuan, but she has met a new colleague in the author group.

The other party is a fantasy writer, but his writing style is so ancient that even his own mother doesn’t recognize him.

Ling: "You pounced again. Is it really my problem?"

Qin Yuan looked at the message sent by the other party on his mobile phone and laughed uncontrollably, but still replied in a wicked way: "No, the problem is with the world, not you!"

Ling: "I think so too."

"..." Qin Yuan didn't know what to say, did you take it seriously if I just said it casually?If I hadn't heard that cold voice from Sister Yu, I almost thought you were a little brat in the late stages of chuunibyou.

etc!Chuunibyou doesn't seem to conflict with Yu Jie, who hasn't made a contrast?

She was thinking randomly, put her phone away, and went to the milk tea shop she often went to. The beautiful sister, a new employee, saw her eyes light up and her lips smiled softly.

"Do you want more rose green tea?"