You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

Seeing that Chen Keming had been thinking hard for a long time, and he had pulled off several hairs, he couldn't help but ask on Saturday: "Is it really so difficult to get round? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Chen Ke shook his head: "It's okay, I can do it."

after an hour.

Chen Ke still frowned, with a painful expression on his face. If he jumped up and hit the wall with his head the next moment, it would not be surprising on Saturday.

On Saturday, I always thought that people who write novels have a wild mind, write wherever they think, and there are plots and pictures gushing out every day. Otherwise, how could they update so many.However, seeing Chen Ke who seems to be constipated now, Saturday began to doubt whether his inherent ideas were wrong.

Maybe Chen Ke wasn't in such pain in the first place, and it was all his fault that he ruined the history, so that Chen Ke couldn't make it, that's why he was so uncomfortable.

Saturday felt that he was quite responsible for this matter, and he had to be responsible.

Saturday really doesn't know anything about novels, has read very little, and has no writing experience, but he feels that what Chen Ke needs to straighten out is nothing more than a "logic", how to screw back the broken logical chain.If the story is simply viewed as causal logic, then Saturday may be able to help.

"Assuming that the history is the cause, and the text is the effect." Saturday said to himself, "then the effect is fixed, but the cause is still changing. What we need to do now is to lead from the effect to the cause."

Chen Ke raised his head and looked at Saturday in surprise: "Yes, you are right."

"There are two contradictions between the main text and the pre-history: First, in the main text, Zhuo Liu died after Yan Xueyue started the war with Zhengzheng. Before that, he was alive and well, but in the pre-history...he died in the next chapter Second, in the text, Feng Zixuan was kicked out of the academy because he was too useless, but in the history, he has already cultivated fire and wood dual spiritual roots to build a foundation, and entered Class A, he is an absolute genius."

Chen Ke nodded: "The key contradiction lies in Zhuo Liu and Feng Zixuan."

"Then, we just need to bring Zhuo Liu back to life and make Feng Zixuan useless again." Sat said with confidence.

Chen Ke raised his eyebrows: "You mean—"

"Zhuoliu didn't die, he was rescued by Feng Zixuan, he had a stroke or myocardial infarction, he looked like he was dead, but he could be saved." Rubbing his chin on Saturday, he recalled those old dramas he watched when he was a child. Early dog ​​blood drama, "And Feng Zixuan's collapse is because he... has gone mad."

Chen Ke: "..."

Chen Ke didn't have the heart to say that the reality of the world, such as stroke, and the rotten meme of the last century, such as obsession, will definitely be despised in outer space when written on the Internet in this century.

But on Saturday, I gave him a look at the causal chain, which really made him think a lot more clearly. After all, the author of a novel is always full of various causal chains, large and small, and they are often entangled together to unfold the plot. From time to time, I worry about this and that, which makes it impossible to push forward for a long time.

"I have an idea!" Chen Ke opened his notebook, typing on the keyboard with a stream of thoughts.

And on Saturday, when he completed the task of inspiring the author, he immediately turned his head to look at the PAD. Chen Ke downloaded a whole set of National Geographic architectural art specials for him, which was enough for him to watch for a week.

The day is coming to an end.

"Okay." Chen Ke pushed the notebook in front of Saturday, "Look, this is the 669th anti-theft chapter."

"Ah, so fast, amazing." Saturday opened the anti-theft stamp and read it.

This anti-theft chapter did not directly describe how Zhuo Liu suddenly died suddenly, but when the camera turned, Feng Zixuan hugged Zhuo Liu to find Yan Xueyue, because Yan Xueyue was from the Palace of Hades and could communicate with ghosts and gods, so Feng Zixuan hopes that his mentor can help him.

Yan Xueyue just smiled and didn't say whether to help or not.

Feng Zixuan begged Yan Xueyue and swore to him that no matter what Yan Xueyue sent him in the future, he would try his best to do it - thus laying the groundwork for Feng Zixuan to make Yan Xueyue an enemy of the decent.

"Yeah, amazing." Seeing this on Saturday, I couldn't help but praise.

Yan Xueyue seemed very satisfied with this, and asked Feng Zixuan to keep Zhuo Liu and let him go back to the academy. , then don't come and beg him to heal a dead man.

Feng Zixuan left helplessly. He curled up in the martial arts arena all night. On the second day, he returned to the dormitory with nothing to love. His voice and smile made him heartbroken and painful.

However, walking into the courtyard of the dormitory, Feng Zixuan saw Zhuo Liu walking out intact.

△"A Liu??" Feng Zixuan immediately rushed up, grabbed Zhuo Liu's arms, and looked at him in disbelief. He didn't dare to let go, for fear that if he let go, this dream would wake up.

△"Ah Xuan, where did you go last night?" Zhuo Liu frowned, "I didn't go back to the dormitory all night."

"Yan Xueyue really resurrected Zhuo Liu?" Saturday couldn't help asking, he was completely attracted by this bizarre plot.

Chen Ke smiled: "No."

"No??" Surprised on Saturday, "Who is this Zhuo Liu? It can't be Yan Xueyue, right?"

"You have a big brain," Chen Ke said with a smile, "This Zhuo Liu is a substitute. According to Zhuo Liu's memory, it is impossible for the real Zhuo Liu to be resurrected, because he is here."

Feeling Chen Ke's attention, Saturday felt a little melancholy for some reason.

"Still thinking about Feng Zixuan?" Chen Ke looked away, edited the anti-theft badge, and put it in the manuscript box.

"I'm thinking, can your manuscript change the direction of the anti-theft chapter world?" Saturday did not directly answer Chen Ke's words.

"It should be possible. After all, you are back now." And the real ruler of that world should be the author, Lanke.

What really sealed the deal was the 23th chapter of the anti-theft chapter issued at 59:669 in the middle of the night.

Chen Ke stood in front of the computer, waiting for the result.

The dim light of the screen illuminates Chen Ke's face, his expression is very serious, JJ's page is still stuck as before, and it is slowly swiped out bit by bit.

On the first line, familiar words came into view.

It was written by Chen Ke himself.

Chen Ke didn't relax because of this, he continued to scroll down the page, and for the first time, he was secretly happy that the content of the anti-theft stamp was the same as what he put in the manuscript box.

The plot proceeded as Chen Ke wove, Feng Zixuan held Zhuo Liu to find Yan Xueyue, and the next morning, he met Zhuo Liu who walked out of the dormitory intact, and he was pleasantly surprised, talking with Zhuo Liu.

But he found that Zhuo Liu didn't remember anything after leaving the customs.

That is to say, Zhuo Liu doesn't know that he defeated Tian Chen, he doesn't know that he has been promoted, and he doesn't know his confession, that he turned against Tian Jun because of Zhuo Liu.

Feng Zixuan was stunned and at a loss. He didn't understand why Zhuo Liu lost a piece of memory, but this was nothing compared to Zhuo Liu being able to come back alive. After thinking about this, Feng Zixuan decided to take the promotion Act as if it never happened.

In order to make Zhuo Liu unsuspecting, he even proposed to Dean Hong Shen that he wanted to return to Class Ding.

If Zhuo Liu likes him to be a good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing who always looks up to and relies on Zhuo Liu, then he is willing to pay the price of leaving Class A.

Dean Hong Chen didn't agree at first, thinking that Feng Zixuan was just messing around.

But Feng Zixuan insisted on this, and did not go to Class A at all, and was usually lazy, without the high spirits of the beginning.

Those sycophants around Feng Zixuan who flattered and flattered "Brother Feng" gradually dispersed, and Feng Zixuan seemed to have turned back to the good-for-nothing good-for-nothing. It needs to be explained, the rumors among the colleges have already made up a reason for him-they said that Feng Zixuan practiced some kind of evil secret technique to improve his cultivation level in a short period of time, creating the illusion of dual spiritual root foundation, otherwise a How could it be possible for a waste wood with five spiritual roots to build a foundation with two spiritual roots in just three years?It is difficult for a genius with a single Lingen to reach this level.When the evil secret technique started to eat back at his body, Feng Zixuan lost his powerful spiritual power. Not only that, but his state also became lazy, and he no longer mentioned such lofty ambitions as "to become a warrior".

If there is anyone who is more miserable than waste wood, it is a genius who once had great glory, but due to some reasons, once fell into the mud and became waste wood. Those who have envied and envied him at this time can't wait to come up and step on it. Step on him, step him deep into the mud, and make him never turn over.

Chen Ke looked at the chapter that determined Feng Zixuan's fate on the screen, expressionless.

He has no sympathy for Feng Zixuan, in fact, he has long wanted to do this.

The readers, little angels, were different from Chen Ke. They were looking forward to the latest chapter in the middle of the night, thinking that they could see Feng Zixuan and Tianjun's Shura field, but in the end——

The Little Fairy of Love scored 2:

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_(:з)∠)_

Big fish and small shrimp score 2:

[Sickness] Zhuo Liu says he will die when he says he will die, and he will live when he says he will live.

⊙x⊙Score 0:

what the hell...

Hearse Drift Score 0:

Great, you can [turn the table]

After Chen Ke sent out the latest chapter, he opened the hospital's re-examination appointment and checked the time.

I have to get up early tomorrow, so let's get here first tonight.

Chen Ke cleaned up the table and walked past the master bedroom lightly. The people in the master bedroom had already fallen asleep, and the room was quiet.

I was sleepy early on Saturday.

But after he fell into a deep sleep, after an unknown period of time, he heard a voice talking to him in distress. When he listened carefully, it wasn't talking to him, it seemed to be talking to himself.

"Aliu, are you really back?"

"Aliu, why, I feel farther and farther away from you..."

"I have become a good-for-nothing again, why are you still unwilling to approach me?"

It was Feng Zixuan's voice, he muttered in a low voice at a certain frequency, chattering endlessly.

"Aliu, Aliu..."

"Aliu, I miss you so much, you still talk to me like you did in Mu Huan Pavilion, okay?"

Saturday knew he was dreaming, but he was still vigilant. Although he felt sympathy for Feng Zixuan, it didn't mean he was willing to return to the world of anti-theft chapters.

He pretended he didn't hear anything, intending to forcibly cut out a dream, so he tried hard to recall what Chen Ke told him during the day, about buying a house in the eastern suburbs.

The structure of the houses in Oufeng Town was clearly presented in front of Saturday. He took a detailed inventory of the area, architectural style and even the orientation of the windows of each house.

Feng Zixuan's voice disappeared.

He heard another voice, a strange, evil middle-aged male voice:

"Paper puppets are easy to break. Before Feng Zixuan finds out, replace them with new ones."

Another sweet and greasy female voice replied: "Master Yan, please rest assured that there will never be any mistakes."

"It's best not to make mistakes." The middle-aged man said slowly, but there was a gloomy sense of threat in his words, "In this calamity, I'm afraid there will be no body that suits me like Feng Zixuan."

After listening to their conversation, Saturday was startled.

In connection with the surname "Yan", he had already guessed on Saturday that what he heard should be the conversation between the villain Yan Xueyue and his subordinates in "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood Counterattack".

Feng Zixuan's body is suitable for Yan Xueyue?No matter how you hear it, you don't think it's a good thing.

Yan Xueyue was not a philanthropist in the first place, so naturally she would not teach Feng Zixuan how to cultivate the Five Spirit Roots for no reason.

...that's just a novel.

Warn yourself Sat., don’t meddle in your own business.

The next morning, Chen Ke pushed Saturday to go to the hospital for reexamination.

Seeing Saturday's energetic appearance, the doctor told Chen Ke that the patient has regained consciousness, which is not easy, and as long as he persists in rehabilitation and retrains the atrophied muscles, he can walk on the ground.

"But don't be too hasty." The doctor warned, opened a pharmacy for Saturday, asked Chen Ke to get the medicine, and then brought the patient over for rehabilitation at regular intervals.

"Okay." Chen Ke showed joy, and pushed Saturday to the corridor.

I was also very happy on Saturday. According to the doctor, he will not have any sequelae. As long as he survives this period of rehabilitation, he will be alive and kicking like before.

"What do you want to eat today? Arhat powder? Seafood porridge?" Chen Ke asked with a smile, "We can eat whatever you want, it's up to you."

"I want to eat... mapo tofu, boiled bullfrog." I reported the name of the dish on Saturday, and I ate porridge every day recently, and my mouth almost faded out.

"Your stomach hasn't recovered yet, so you can't eat too spicy food." Chen Ke said.

"Then Cantonese cuisine." Said Saturday, "Hey, you don't know how much I want to eat spicy hot pot, and I dreamed last night——"

Halfway through, Saturday hesitated.

He originally wanted to say how exciting the spicy hot pot was last night, but what echoed in his ears were the voices of Feng Zixuan and Yan Xueyue.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ke sensed something was wrong on Saturday.

On Saturday, I felt that I should tell Chen Ke about the dream I had last night.

"What??" Chen Ke stood up, "Did you hear Feng Zixuan talking? Are you still calling?"

"Yes, it should be a dream, don't get excited."

"...It should be a dream." Chen Ke repeated, but instead of sitting down, he paced around in a circle, looking very anxious.

"Is Yan Xueyue the biggest villain?" Saturday couldn't help asking.

"Did you hear Yan Xueyue talking?" Chen Ke's expression was already very serious at this time.

"...Yes, he said, Feng Zixuan is the most suitable body he can find."

Chen Ke held down the twitching veins on his forehead, he felt the pressure, and it sank like a boulder, pressing down from the top of his head.He originally thought that everything was over, but who would have thought that Feng Zixuan's world was still entangled with Saturday, and what was even more frightening was that Saturday actually heard Yan Xueyue speak.

Yan Xueyue is not the ultimate BOSS of "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood Counterattack". The real ultimate BOSS is "evil thoughts", which do not have a substance. The body recovered, and gradually controlled his body and replaced it. If Saturday really heard the original words of Yan Xueyue wanting to get Feng Zixuan's body, then Yan Xueyue no longer exists now, and he has been swallowed by "evil thoughts" .

As a cool text, there is no need to have too complicated internal logic. Justice and evil are also black and white. The ultimate boss "evil thoughts" is a collection of all evil thoughts, which is about the same as the dark world, dark force, and dark dimension in American manga , although I don't know how many tricks they have broken, but in short, it can be seen from the name that they are bad guys.

On the side of justice, there are the Cultivation Academy, the Three Great Worlds, and some traditional sects. Although there will be various scum among them, generally speaking, they are "average good people".

Feng Zixuan is the third force that wanders between justice and evil. In essence, he is also righteous. In this era, no one sees purely righteous high-level characters. Even Superman wants to do it. The dark side, so Feng Zixuan established his third force. On the one hand, he realized his neutrality and justice, and on the other hand, he used his own method to protect the traditional cultivation world.

And he really gained the power of "War God" after he abandoned all hope.Not only was his old best friend cutting off his righteousness with him, which made him feel lost, but also his teacher Yan Xueyue showed his ugly face, which made Feng Zixuan completely awake.Not to be swayed by feelings and hopes, Feng Zixuan suddenly realized and became a god, gained the power of "War God", defeated "evil thoughts", guarded the peace of the three realms, and has been admired by thousands of people since then.

"That's it, this is my original causal chain." Chen Ke explained it to Saturday.

"Now you have changed this chain of cause and effect, and Zhuo Liu has become a paper puppet made by Yan Xueyue? Something like... cloning?" Saturday grabbed a closer analogy.

"It's a doll without a heart." Chen Ke said, "Clones can still have emotions, but paper dolls can't. He can only act according to old memories."

"Then how does the original chain of cause and effect still stand?" Sat wondered.

"It's still established. In the final battle, Feng Zixuan will find that Zhuo Liu has already died. He will find the real body that Yan Xueyue sealed in the Palace of King Yan, and then understand that Yan Xueyue has been monitoring him all the time. Control him, in this way, the turnaround will be smooth."

What a bloody plot.I don't really understand the routines of the 21st century on Saturday.

"Life or death are almost the same. Both can make Feng Zixuan despair." Chen Ke said, "I slightly adjusted the causal chain and replaced Zhuo Liu's distrust with other methods, and the final result is the same. of."

Indeed, under Chen Ke's strict logic, even though the plot is abusive, it has to be said that it is reasonable.

And I couldn't think of a better solution on Saturday.

"To become a god...you have to abandon everything." Saturday felt that becoming a god could be regarded as a tragedy.

"That's right, or the heights are unbearably cold, and there is always a price to pay for breaking the void." Chen Ke described this fact indifferently.

Looking at Chen Ke on Saturday, sometimes, he felt that Chen Ke would make him feel at ease. Chen Ke was so gentle, considerate, and had a tacit understanding with him.

But sometimes, he felt that Chen Ke was like a dummy. Although he looked good on the outside, he seemed to be hollowed out inside. Apart from things about himself on Saturday, Chen Ke seemed to have no special feelings for anything. including his novels.

This kind of thought made Saturday startled, and he quickly shook his head to drive it away.

"Let's eat." Chen Ke's tone became gentle again, and he pushed the crab rice dumpling in front of Saturday.

"Okay, you can eat too."

The two ate the food silently, but they didn't know what to eat. Chen Ke thought that he would quickly finish the history when he went back today. Suck it in.

But on Saturday, he thought, maybe he should go back to pick up some work, and do what he can do first, at least he can't nibble on Chen Ke like he is now. By the way, he has to take out the money and return it to Chen Ke.

On Saturday afternoon, he proposed to withdraw the money, but Chen Ke didn't agree, so he drove him home, carried him to bed, and settled down.

I couldn't do it on Saturday, so I could only find a note, take a pen tremblingly, write down my bank account and password, and put it on the bedside.

After a day of tossing, he was also a little sleepy.

"Zhuo Liu, since you are not here anymore, there is no need for me to stay any longer." Feng Zixuan's voice came from a distance.

He couldn't hear it clearly on Saturday, but felt a gust of cold wind blowing his cheeks.

Obviously this is summer!

"I hope that when we meet again next time, you and I can still be like we were back then..." Feng Zixuan chuckled, as if mocking himself, "I'm afraid you've forgotten it long ago, but I will always remember what happened in the library. you."

Eyes opened suddenly on Saturday.

He saw a tall figure in the haze, the north wind was blowing through the wilderness, and the tumbling dark clouds were hanging down low, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.

"Ah Liu, let's go." Feng Zixuan said without turning his head, and then he turned into a green light and disappeared with a "swoosh".

"???" Saturday looked up, confused, did you tell him that sentence just now?

Standing in place on Saturday, not sure if I'm dreaming or wearing it again.

"Whoosh"——

After getting the green light, he flew back, landed in front of Saturday with a "wow", and turned into a handsome and mature man——it seemed that Feng Zixuan had grown up by more than one and a half years.

Feng Zixuan frowned: "Ah Liu, why are you so dazed?"

"Ah Liu?" Saturday pointed to the tip of his nose.

"Old Huang gave you his golden fish pill again?" Feng Zixuan was displeased. It was too late, but the group of idiots from the three aristocratic families took the lead."

After all, without waiting for Saturday's reaction, he grabbed his arm and swept it into the air.

On Saturday, I had the terrifying feeling of wormhole transition again. Fortunately, I arrived at the place soon, and when my feet touched the solid ground, I felt a sense of peace on Saturday.

However, the next moment, his feet began to sink.

It's the dunes!

The sand dunes are still moving. On the steep side, the golden sand falls like a waterfall, while on the gentle side, the sand is flying upside down. In this way, the whole sand dune is like a monster with legs stretched, flying at high speed. move up.

On Saturday, it was discovered that the nearby sand dunes were also moving, but not in the direction of the wind, but—driven by every cultivator standing on the top of the sand dunes, marching towards a vast desert.

In order to stabilize his balance, Saturday could only grab Feng Zixuan's arm.

Feng Zixuan turned his head and looked at Saturday suspiciously: "Ah Liu, something is wrong with you today? Where's your soil spirit root?"

It was only on Saturday that he remembered that Tu Linggen could control the sand. He concentrated on the sand under his feet and stabilized the piece on the bottom of his feet. It followed the movement of the entire sand dune without sinking. In this way, Saturday can be regarded as a firm foothold.

"As soon as the Wind Spirit Illusion opens, we'll go in." Feng Zixuan no longer paid attention to Saturday, but looked forward intently. The side face with tense muscles because of concentration, from the angle of Saturday, looked like In the costume blockbusters, tens of millions of dollars were spent on the male lead, which was repaired in the later stage, and the HD, 3D, 120-frame close-ups are average.