People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

To be honest, I was quite shocked when I received this news.

I am a pure newcomer, the kind who has only written an [-]-character composition before writing this novel.The reason for writing a novel is that I found a group of novel writers in the reader group of the big bosses. They chatted super hilariously, and I was the only one who couldn't get in the way. The whole chat group was filled with the atmosphere that only I couldn't do it.

Then there is this book (Wang Tian).

I am writing an infinite flow story. Originally, I just wanted to write a story about adventures in various worlds of Xingyue, but when I was searching for sand sculpture pictures, I accidentally found a lot of beautiful paper figurines.

To be honest, I am quite surprised to have the current results. After all, I just started writing the outline yesterday, and the content so far is completely my brain hole and intermittent inspiration (cover my face).

Because of the sudden brain hole, I wrote a lot of problems, such as the part where Shining and Uncle B are fighting. The original plot is that Uncle B has not been strengthened. The lock locks Uncle B, and when he is about to win, the protagonist casts twelve consecutive command spells to turn Uncle B into a Qiu Hai configuration, and then violently beats Shining who is about to strike the final blow.

Is this much more reasonable, but then a brain hole suddenly popped up, Uncle B who had strengthened in advance fought a tough battle, and then the writing collapsed.

I am very grateful that you have not abandoned the book after seeing that I wrote this fragment of Shi Lezhi.

In order to prevent the same mistakes from appearing, I will honestly write according to the outline next, so as not to make jokes.

There are many worlds I want to write about, after all, I am a lowly person.There are also many brain holes, such as going to the world of reo to have a big fight, holding the Magic Holy Grail to launch fate Campione, sending the sleeping Great Qin Empire to the game life to see which one is closer to the truth, the power of God or the Daqin rail gun... ...

It's a pity that my ability to shape characters and control the whole day is insufficient, otherwise I would definitely write these out.

Well, I won’t talk about nb anymore, after all, I still have to code words, after all, I can’t expect words and ink to become masters when writing novels.

Tell me about your next plan.Many book friends asked me to explode the update. I checked and found that the average standard of book users is Wu Geng, and some nbs are Shi Geng.

The author is a salted fish and has not saved the manuscript. It is better to kill me if I count on me one day.

All my plan is to explode the Liver code five changes from tonight to tomorrow night, and the next five changes will appear in the form of additional changes. Simply put, there will be five days in the next week after the five changes are completed. , it's an installment payment...

How can writing a novel be like buying a house...

As for the bounty (Wangtian), it's a matter of chance. Maybe I'll finish the stone code and swell into a puffer fish, so I'll open a bounty.

Well, the next step is to ask for rewards, subscriptions, and tickets.

Anyway, I'm on the shelf.Those who have money and votes can reward a few, and those who have no money or votes can just say "Come on" or the author is really handsome, and make a show (personally recommend the latter).

Next I went to code words. After all, I only wrote 24 in the 200-hour [-] indicator.

Chapter 24 Hayashi Susano's life (first change)

Kusanagi Godou was in an unknown forest.

After being swallowed by suspicious darkness, he found himself in this place as soon as he regained his senses.

His head hurts, he feels dizzy, like motion sickness, strong vomiting, chills and headaches, making him worry about whether he has a cold.

"Boy, you're awake." A rather rough voice came from somewhere.

Kusanagi Godou reluctantly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. There was a simple wooden hut that appeared in a costume drama. After a quick look, it was clear that this house was absolutely insulated from household electricity and the like.

And the owner of the hut sat cross-legged in front of the old-fashioned fireplace, and greeted Kusanagi Godou, "Kusanagi Godou, come in, I'm sorry to have called you here all of a sudden."

Without any introduction, Kusanagi Godou had obtained the most basic information about the old man in front of him.

Muscles tense, blood boils, and the mantra works spontaneously.

The change in body has made Kusanagi Godou understand one thing, the other party is a god.

Behind the Official History Compilation Committee is not some big figure in the magic world, but an out-and-out god.

"What kind of god are you?" Kusanagi Godou saw a slab of stone emerge from the depths of his eyes. Gods and godslayers are natural enemies. This is an unchanging truth since ancient times.

"What an irritable kid." The old man, over 180 cm tall, wearing only a rough kimono, with muscles that the kimono couldn't hide, chuckled.

Although he looked very stern on the outside, Kusanagi Godou unexpectedly felt a hint of kindness and intimacy.

"I'm the god who is called Hayashi Sato, it doesn't matter if you want to call me Suzhan Wuzun or Jiangmatouzhu." The old man said with a smile, "Of course it's okay, Mr. Yu, I don't like this title very much. "

"As for identity, it should be regarded as the former disobedient god," Susanoo exhaled, as if remembering something "I wandered on the ground for more than 1000 years, and finally got tired of it, so I decided to live in seclusion. I used to be considered Very rough and rude, but as he got older, his personality became smoother."

The god of inconsistency?Kusanagi Godou was dumbfounded. He had been studying the knowledge of spells in the past few days. He had seen in various magic books about the introduction of primitive gods, earth mother gods, hero gods, disobedient gods, etc. Just never heard of the former disobedient god.

"Is it strange?" The old Hero God laughed out loud, "Humans can retire, but can't the God of Disobedience? Who made the rules."

Kusanagi Godou was speechless for a moment.

Susanoo took out a tea bowl from the fireplace and poured a bowl of hot tea for Kusanagi Godou, his movements were not very skilled, and he was far behind the old bug.

"Come in and have a drink," Susanoo greeted, "isn't it uncomfortable to be exposed to the wind in the rain?"

After hesitating for a moment, Kusanagi Godou walked into the hut, sat in front of Susanoo, and started drinking hot tea.

The weather outside was really not good. It was raining heavily, and the heavy raindrops slapped on the body, which was very uncomfortable.

"Do you know why I asked you to come?" Susanoo looked at Kusanagi Godou who was drinking tea and said.

Kusanagi Godou shook his head, he was notified by the members of the Official History Compilation Committee, those people were too low in rank and didn't know much information at all.

"It's because of the Rakshasa King from a foreign country." Susanoo said.

Holding the tea bowl in his palm, Kusanagi Godou said after a while of silence, "I will try to stop them."

After he was severely beaten by Woban, he carefully studied the knowledge about mythology. If a few people could remind him, it would be no problem to motivate the warriors to face the enemy.

"No, your strength is not enough." Susanoo said, "Your authority is already very limited, and the newborn king took away the goat incarnation. You have no way to fight against other Rakshasa with incomplete authority. King's."

"Then what should I do." Kusanagi Godou was in a manic mood. The pressure from the outside world had almost crushed him these days. Everyone called him a great king and expected him to save the extreme east, but Kusanagi Godou would know that his abilities were not enough.