Star Trace Gate

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Ren Ye's face turned sallow and his eyes were bloodshot: "Dad, did you and this editor discuss the story behind it?"

"No, right now we're stuck with the death of the old Taoist priest's clone. He is an important layout character. Without him, the plot will not be easy to unfold." The father held his chin, looking like a thinker.

"How can a living person be choked to death by urinating? Didn't this article not be published? I can just write for him again and be done with it." Ren Ye asked tentatively.

"No, the editor I worked with said that the Party A who wrote the article demanded that he die." The father spread his hands helplessly: "You know, the Party A who creates the content halfway is basically a second-rate person. force."

"...!" Ren was speechless, feeling strange in his heart, but he couldn't communicate with his father in depth.

He can't say that I just traveled back from ancient times and experienced similar things to what you wrote, and you also got an extra daughter-in-law inexplicably, right?

After thinking for a long time, Ren Ye suddenly said: "You and the editor must discuss this plot later, right?"

"Yes." Dad nodded.

"Then after you two have finished discussing it, tell me the story behind it. I think this subject is interesting..." Ren Ye said with a smile.

"Okay." Dad's posture relaxed and he replied smoothly, his eyes a little worried: "Son, are you sure you didn't get beaten in prison? Why do you look so bad?"

Ren also turned around and looked at the mirror next to the computer, and saw that he looked like he was "overindulging": "I have been staying up late these days with the case..."

"Then you should rest for a while." Dad stood up quickly and said, "I'm going to buy vegetables and make you some soup first. Isn't Qingning coming back tonight? Let's have a meal together."

"Haha, okay." Ren Ye was very excited when he thought about the food cooked by his father.

There is no chef in the world who will accommodate your taste. If there is, it must be your parents.

Dad learned to cook just so that his two children could eat well and be full.

He stepped out of the bedroom, picked up the small vegetable basket from the kitchen, and carrying a bunch of keys in his hand, he left the house wearing big pants, a hurdle vest, and wearing slippers.

"Hoo~!"

Ren also breathed a long sigh of relief and walked into his bedroom with a very relaxed attitude. He fell down on the bed with a bang, took out the mobile phone that Huang Wei had retrieved for him from the prison, and dialed his sister's number directly.

"Hello?" The call was quickly connected, and Ren Qingning's clear voice came out: "Are you home?"

"Well, I'm home." Ren didn't bother to talk nonsense with her and went straight to the point: "Lend me two thousand yuan. I've been out working on cases these days and I don't have any money in my hand. I can't just buy water." Does the case handler want it?"

"If you don't borrow it, you have no money."

"Dear Qingning, hasn't your brother entered a low point in his life in recent years...!"

"Dudu."

He was still talking, but his sister had already hung up the phone.

Ren was stunned for a moment, looked at his phone and cursed angrily: "You little heartless boy, wait until I get a big house, and I won't leave you a single room!"

After saying that, he quickly took off his clothes, pulled the quilt and went to sleep.

"Drip~!"

When a beep sounded, Ren Ye frowned and picked up his phone, opened the social software and saw that his sister named "Shanghai's No. 1 Female Anchor" had sent a donation of two thousand yuan.

"Drip~!"

A voice message was sent, and Ren also clicked it to listen.

"Save some money! It's not easy to do live broadcasts now. It's all about showing thighs and yoga pants. The competition is very fierce. It's hard to beat. For two thousand yuan, you know how many times this anchor has to call me good brother." My sister reminded through gritted teeth.

"Don't say anything anymore, blood is thicker than water, brother." Ren Ye replied happily: "What time will you be back in the evening?"

"How many days can you stay out?"

"Six or seven days, what's wrong?"

"Then I won't go back tonight. I have something urgent." Ren Qingning replied quickly: "I will call you when I finish handling it. You tell daddy."

"You don't know how to fall in love, do you?"

"What the hell, singles are invincible." Ren Qingning made an arrogant expression.

The two chatted for a few words, and Ren fell asleep again.

……

In Suhang City, next to a road, Little War Wolf took a bunch of black mobile phone cards from the runner's hand and walked around in a familiar way before returning to his residence.

The house is apartment-style, with only one master bedroom and one living room. Most of the furniture is covered with white cloth and covered with dust. There was also a thick layer on the ground, which made it sticky and uncomfortable to step on.

On the decorative table next to the sofa, there is a perpetual calendar with a slightly artistic shape. The date and time are still more than four years ago.

Little War Wolf looked at the familiar environment, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started to tidy up.

After working on it for more than three hours, the room looked more comfortable.

After Xiao Zhanlang took a stinking poop in the bathroom, he looked at the toilet and commented lightly: "I ate well during my lifetime...!"

After taking a shower and returning to the living room, Little Warrior sat cross-legged on the sofa, turned on his phone, changed a new card, and then registered a new account on a social software used across the country.

After registering, Xiao Zhanlang picked up his old phone again, called up a group chat called "Big Smart Gathering Place", and clicked on the QR code to join the group.

I scanned the registered account on my new phone and filled in my name and password in the application information column. After a while, I successfully joined the group.

"Dip~!"

"Drip~"

"Newcomer? Which profession?"

"Do you know the rules of this group?"

"Hand out red envelopes, give out red envelopes!"

"...!"

A series of messages flashed by, and with a smile on his face, Little War Wolf politely entered the message and replied: "I'll send you a message!"

"?What's your temper?"

"How do you curse?"

"No quality, no quality..."

"...!"

People in Shuiqun started to frantically refresh their screens.

This is a dedicated communication group for Stargate players. There are more than 400 people in total. They usually exchange information with each other, and not all of them are members of the official organization. At least half of them are independent members.

Little War Wolf ignored everyone and only thought for a moment before starting to write the message.

“The predecessor of the Daqian Dynasty was the Dajing Empire.

After Emperor Wu of Daqian revolted, it took ten years to destroy Dajing.

According to legend, Princess Jing was buried in Qingliang Mountain in Qingliang Mansion. The tomb is quite strange, and there are many different versions of the legend. But what is certain is that this star gate has now formed a rare inheritance. I have information here that describes the tomb of the eldest princess in detail...! "

"Stargate information is sold. Anyone interested can chat privately."

After editing, click Send.

Little War Wolf yawned and stood up, preparing to pour a glass of water and order takeout.

"Ancient star gate? I can't use it!"

"Hey, that brother with extremely poor qualities, I've added you as a friend. Please pass."