The protagonists in the book all resent me for breaking

Watching Hades exit the stage, Qingmian stretched out his pale skeleton claws to touch the air, and then the air where his fingers touched began to spread layer by layer like water waves, and a small door appeared in an instant.

Qingmian pushed open the small door and signaled Jiang Xian to follow: "I'll take you to the shuttle."

The door was a bit short, and Jiang Xian had to bow his body to get in.

Inside the door is a long stone corridor, a bit like the corridor of a medieval castle. There is a blue ghost lamp every one meter on both sides, emitting a faint cold light.

The air was strangely quiet.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, at the end of the corridor, Jiang Xian was surprised to find a very familiar object, with a streamlined body and perfect curvature, exuding the warm luster of white porcelain in the dim light.

Isn't this TMD a flush toilet! ! !

"Go in." Qing Mian pointed at the toilet with no expression on his face.

The corner of Jiang Xian's mouth twitched: "No!"

What a joke!This is a toilet!Even if you kill yourself, you will never drill into the toilet, never!

Qingmian shook the dog's head, and said earnestly: "I know what you are worried about. Let me tell you, people in the underworld don't need to eat, so they don't need to excrete, so this toilet is brand new, don't worry about drilling it."

"Don't!" The brand-new toilet can't disturb Jiang Xian's determination not to drill. Regardless of whether it is new or old, a toilet is a toilet. The point is why the so-called shuttle opportunity is a flush toilet!Are people in the underworld not only abnormal in aesthetics, but also abnormal in their brains? !

"Alas..." Qingmian let out a kind old man sighing helplessly in the face of a bear child, shook his head and paced behind Jiang Xian, raised his pale skeleton legs that were the same color as the surface of the toilet, and pointed towards Jiang Xian's buttocks Up is a kick.

Seeing Jiang Xian howling like a pig and disappearing into the vortex of the toilet water, he sighed again: "If you tell you to drill, you can do it, why bother to make me rough?"

"Ah——" Jiang Xian screamed and fell into the toilet after being kicked, and instantly felt that he was stuffed into the Invincible Hot Wheels, dizzy and dizzy from being swished, and his soul was about to fall apart.

Just when Jiang Xian felt that his soul was about to fly away, he was suddenly thrown out with great force as if he had lost centrifugal force, and then he seemed to crash into some soft object, and finally calmed down.

"So, what's your first novel about?" Qingmian who was following behind him asked faintly.

"What?" Jiang Xian was still immersed in the dizziness he experienced just now in the flush toilet. The feeling was more exciting than playing on a roller coaster, which caused his brain to short-circuit temporarily. Yan Qingyu's manager lied to a cute new artist named Wei Qiyang, causing Wei Qiyang's sister to die of illness, and even told him to continue to write songs for his talented concubine as a gunman. In the end, Wei Qiyang, who had a crush on Yan Qingyu, knew about it. It was a tragic story of killing Yan Qingyu and then committing suicide after being hit hard after the truth."

After hearing what he said, Qingmian rolled her eyes and quickly read through the content of the novel, and said with emotion: "You are really a scum and a bitch!"

Jiang Xian rubbed his dizzy head, and said helplessly, "That's a character in the novel, not me."

Qingmian squinted at him: "Aren't you Yan Qingyu now?"

……Eh?

Jiang Xian turned her head silently, a baby face with big eyes and fair skin was reflected on the glass behind her, Jiang Xian twitched the corners of her mouth, and the reflection on the glass also twitched her mouth.

Eh! ! !She actually transmigrated into that scumbag in the novel!

Jiang Xian suddenly felt speechless.

"Brother Yan?"

A young and energetic voice came from the opposite side. Jiang Xian came back to his senses and saw a long-haired young man on the opposite side holding a contract in both hands and handing it to him. The young man's eyes half covered by bangs looked at himself, sparkling with excitement.

Jiang Xian recalled the plot, and found that now was the time when Wei Qiyang, after believing that Yan Qingyu was willing to pay for his sister Wei Qiyue's leukemia treatment, signed the deed of prostitution and was extremely grateful to Yan Qingyu.

Thinking down the plot, Jiang Xian was horrified to find that he didn't remember any details!

I went through it again from the beginning to the end, except for the outline I told Qingmian just now, I really don't remember any details!

WTF? !I don't even remember the details, how can I see the tricks? Hey!

"Qingmian." Jiang Xian asked with a bitter face, "What kind of ending are you talking about to be considered HE?"

Qingmian shook the dog's head: "I don't know either, but as long as you reach the HE ending, you can end this book and move on to the next book."

Jiang Xian thought for a while, and then asked: "Then if I terminate the contract now, will the ending be changed, and the task be considered complete?"

Qingmian rolled her eyes for the first time today: "How is this possible? If you terminate the contract, Wei Qiyang will have no money to treat his sister, and his sister will die, so what will happen to him? "

Jiang Xian sighed: "He will be in so much pain...then it can't be counted as HE."

Wei Qiyang looked suspiciously at the sudden change of expression on his new boss's face. He had held up his contract for a long time but still didn't see him answering, so he sank into his dantian and raised his voice, calling out, "Brother Yan!"

"Ah?" Jiang Xian, who was wandering in the sky, was finally awakened, reluctantly retracted his thoughts, took the contract in a hurry, glanced at it casually, and suddenly a small light bulb lit up on his head, if this is the case, then he should just use this contract , use Yan Qingyu's Qingyu Studio to act as Wei Qiyang's manager himself, make him popular, and take good care of his sister's condition according to the agreement. When Wei Qiyang becomes popular and her sister's illness is cured, Then he won't kill Yan Qingyu, and he won't commit suicide, everyone is happy, it's HE.

So Jiang Xian, who made up his mind, comforted him a few more words, and finally arranged a dormitory for him under Wei Qiyang's grateful eyes.

Even if he forgot some details, Jiang Xian still remembers the surprise and throbbing when he heard Wei Qiyang singing for the first time in the bar. Wei Qiyang studied music before. Within a month after finishing the funeral for his parents, misfortunes never come singly. Wei Qiyue, who was only 15 years old, was diagnosed with leukemia. The inheritance left by her parents was not enough to support the bottomless expenses of the hospital. For the sake of her sister, he had to drop out of school. Start working around.

Jiang Xian believes that music is not a problem for him, but to debut as an artist, it is not enough just to sing well, so Jiang Xian arranged teachers for him to do body, physical fitness, dance and other training before his debut. Of course, the most important thing is to need a stylist——Wei Qiyang, whom I saw just now, has long hair on his forehead that almost covers his eyes. Large plush rabbit.

"So, you plan to support him?" Qing Mian asked with his arms crossed after listening to Jiang Xian's plan.

Jiang Xian watched his movements, afraid that he would break his two thin and brittle arms with a snap.

"Well, I want to praise him, and I want to release an album for him!" Jiang Xian said.

Qingmian sighed, "Why did you sign a contract with Wei Qiyang in the original book?"

Jiang Xian: "In order for him to be the shooter for my best-of-breed concubine, She Yiming."

Qingmian nodded and continued: "So with all due respect, if you do this, your concubine may fight you desperately. You two have been together for so long, and he must have a lot of things against you. If you shake it out when you get angry, you will lose both. How do you get there? With such a low IQ, I really don’t know how you write novels.”

Jiang Xian pursed his lips: "Writing novels is based on random imagination, and I don't know what the real entertainment industry is like."

The green face hated the iron but said: "This is not real reality. As the author of the novel, as long as there is no major problem with the logic, everything will go according to your ideas."

"Really!" Jiang Xian exclaimed: "I thought I only had debuffs, but now that I'm like this, does it count as giving me a thin golden finger?"

The author has something to say: I heard that there are cuties who would skip the wedge to read. In fact, this article is quite important, so I suggest not to skip it.

This is an atypical entertainment circle, don't take it seriously.

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Wei Longhair Rabbit Qiyang: The new boss is kind, cute, and misses the sun...

Jiang Xian, who was drawing up a big plan to win people, sneezed suddenly, and suddenly felt his chrysanthemum tighten.