When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

For the sake of the mountain, all achievements fall short.One careless move, and the whole game is lost.

Mu Bai managed to build a prototype of a high-rise building. He didn't notice the importance of the leader, and accidentally pulled out this crucial building block, so the whole building collapsed.

The camel turned into the resentful Mrs. Xianglin, who lingered on the other side of the screen thinking: "Why, why did you let the leader die? My leader..."

Mu Bai was about to cry: "Camel, why didn't I know that so many people like the leader?"

"!!!" Luo Tuo sent three exclamation marks, "There are so many people in your comments who feel sorry for the leader's experience, didn't you notice??"

Mu Bai: "I, I found out, but I also feel that the leader has suffered a pity, so I didn't think much about it."

Luo Tuo was excited again: "Your readers voted a while ago, and the most popular novel in the novel is Nangong Qingyan, who has thrown the protagonist into the sky, don't you know?"

Mu Bai was dumbfounded: "Huh? I really don't know about this." I'm usually very tired at work, and I'm busy coding after get off work. It's good to pay attention to the comments of readers. I really didn't notice any votes.

The camel could feel Mu Bai's stupid look with his mouth wide open through the screen, and he slammed on the water glass in his hand to vent his anger.

Luo Tuo: "Do you know that I called people to vote for the leader!!!" He is a fanatic fan of the leader.

Mu Bai was guilty, afraid that the camel would be chasing after him, so he hurriedly complained: "You didn't tell me about the camel! If I had known that the teacher was so popular, I might have made other arrangements."

Luo Tuo: "Would you do it?" This kid is so stubborn that he hates changing his mind midway after planning something.

Mu Bai faltered again.

Luo Tuo said again: "At that time, I didn't tell you more, because I was afraid that it would affect your thinking. Besides, I think you really like the leader in writing. You always have a little luck, thinking that you might make him fall in love at the last moment. Wake up and turn back to the shore, and from then on, we will fight the world together with the protagonist, calling the wind and rain in the martial arts."

Mu Bai was shocked: "Then what should we do about the mistakes he made? He drank human blood every day, went mad several times and killed countless people, and led the Tianmo Sect to massacre for no reason..."

Camel: "So why did you let him commit so many things! Can't you have some room for turning around?"

Mu Bai couldn't understand the logic of fanaticism: "But he is a villainous boss. If I want to kill him, he must appear to be a heinous criminal. Then the protagonist's crusade against him is the general trend of the people. If the crime is not enough, how can he be a boss?"

Luo Tuo: "I have never understood why you let such a person be the villain boss. He is not bad, but he is a little more arrogant. Because of the bad relationship with the protagonist, he always encounters unlucky things by accident, and finally gets killed by him." Forced to stand on the opposite side of the entire martial arts, it is too cruel."

Mu Bai sighed: "I want to highlight the impermanence of fate."

camel:"?"

Mu Bai: "Don't you think that he and the protagonist are twins of destiny? On the surface, they are completely opposite. One is born in an ordinary family, hidden from the crowd, and the other is born in a noble family. One is smooth in childhood. One is hearty and friendly, and the other is extremely arrogant... However, they have many similarities. They also lost their mother at a young age, and they are also full of confusion about every step, but because of different choices, they have completely different destinies .”

Mu Bai was moved by his explanation, and said impassionedly: "Compared with describing pure bad guys, I think this kind of bad guy who can't help himself is more lamentable. The best means of pathos."

Luo Tuo made up the knife with a gloomy look: "Yes, you gave impermanence to the leader and impermanence to readers, so you have to accept impermanence from readers to you. This is the cycle of karma, and the retribution is not good."

Mu Bai: "..." This knife was too ruthless, it hit the red heart, and it felt like it was hurt by [-] points.

The camel hit Mu Bai enough, let out the anger of the leader's death, and finally started to talk about business: "But Xiaobai, I was worried that it would affect your performance, so I didn't say much. Today, since...cough, let's discuss your book. Let’s set up the characters in it.”

Mu Bai was weak: "Don't think you said ahem, I don't know what you want to say, since it has collapsed." The blood bar is empty, and I feel tired.

The camel said angrily: "Do you still want to listen?!"

Mu Bai: "Listen, listen, listen, brother, I'm sitting upright now, ready to listen to your opinions." Among other things, Luo Tuo still has many unique insights in writing.

Camel said: "The biggest problem with your article is that you don't have enough affection for the protagonist, which makes readers feel less involved. Therefore, when the leader you put the most affection into dies, the reader's reaction will be so strong. Because you don't know In my mind, Nangong Qingyan was replaced as the protagonist, and his sense of tragedy and helplessness of being forced by fate all the way moved many people."

Mu Bai also became serious.Indeed, he has never written an article on this kind of upgrade routine before, and he used the most popular plot when setting it up, but he always had a bad grasp of the protagonist, and naturally he lacked inspiration in writing.

Camel: "You want readers to experience Su Susu's refreshing pleasure of upgrading. In order to attract people's attention, you also wrote a super cool article that integrates abuse of scumbags, family fights, upgrades and slaps, and accepting girls in the harem! Su Susu! So cool! The gold fingers are thick and thick!' The real content is hard to make people feel refreshed. How should I put it, the protagonist An Chenxuan is too utilitarian, and his only purpose is to become stronger. Not like a flesh-and-blood person, or definitely not a likable person in the usual sense."

Luo Tuo carefully analyzed a lot, Mu Bai benefited a lot, took out a small notebook to take notes.

After Luo Tuo finished speaking, he ignited his anger at the death of the leader again, and added viciously: "In short, if you dare to write about scumbags, you must be prepared to be scolded."

Mu Bai wanted to cry without tears: "...Then what should we do? Nangong Qingyan is already dead, I can't bring him back to life, right?"

Camel: "Let him take away the protagonist, so we can save it."

Mu Bai was shocked: "I am writing about martial arts, not comprehension."

Luo Tuo's inscrutable and counselor-like, seriously came up with a bad idea: "Believe me, it's better to turn it into cultivation in the middle, than to let Nangong Qingyan die. Readers will only be overjoyed and happy when they see it, and no one will blame you of."

Mu Bai: "..."

Across the Internet, Mu Bai seemed to see him taking a puff of his pipe, and he looked like a fairy in the curling smoke.

Mu Bai said angrily: "Even if the character design is broken, I will not open my mind on the plot!"

The camel was also angry: "No matter what, you won't let the leader come back to life, will you?!"

Mu Bai went crazy: "This is a martial arts man! He's already dead!"

Camel: "!!! Mu Bai! I decided to ignore you for the next week! Goodbye!"

The camel's head quickly darkened.

Mu Bai: "..."

For the sake of a villain boss, Mu Bai betrayed his relatives, and he regretted it.

Turning grief and anger into strength, Mu Bai coded [-] characters angrily, and decided that even if he was scolded, he must fill in the pits and resolutely not open his mind.When the wall clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock, my stomach growled, and I protested to the master for working overtime late at night.

Mu Bai stretched his waist, rubbed his stomach, and decided to go out to eat some supper first, to reward his five internal organs temple, and then come back to catch up with work.

In the middle of the night, the street was bustling and bustling in the daytime, and it was quite empty and cold.Only occasionally one or two pedestrians walked by, with tired faces and hurried steps.A homeless man sat under a street lamp with a blank expression.A few plastic bags missed by the sanitation workers spun a few times in the breeze and hung on the railing on the side of the road.

It was already late autumn, and it was quite cool in the early hours of the morning.Mu Bai tightened his coat, and inadvertently raised his head to glance at the moon, and found that it was covered by a dark cloud, but faintly showing a little blood red.How could it be blood red?Must be wrong.Mu Bai didn't care too much.

The second before he was hit by a car out of control, he was still thinking in his heart that next time he could portray a protagonist who has gone through ups and downs, struggled between moral conscience and reality, and finally defeated himself while also going to glory.Maybe I have a better grasp of such a character.

Because he is an orphan, he has a much better understanding of human relationships than ordinary people of the same age.Otherwise, it would not be possible to create such a beast-like character as the leader.

Then the dazzling headlights dazzled his eyes, and with a bang, his whole body flew up, drew an arc in the air, and landed hard on the ground again.The piercing sound of brakes and the screams of passers-by gradually faded away, and Mu Bai lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness again, I heard a rough female voice shouting in my ear: "What time is it? Still lying on the bed? I really didn't cultivate in my previous life, I owe you lazy bastards!"

Immediately after his ears hurt, he was twisted and picked up.

Mu Bai opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a dilapidated room with air leaks on all sides, the walls were trembling as if they would collapse at any time, and he was lying on a simple bed made of several wooden boards.A stout middle-aged woman in front of her was staring at her.

There were two skinny little boys squeezed on the inner wall of the bed. Seeing the woman getting angry, he grabbed the tattered clothes thrown at his heels with a playful smile, messed them up, and ran outside Mu Bai like a monkey .In the cradle, an unidentifiable baby was crying loudly.

Looking out through the battered and tattered windows, the sky has just revealed a touch of paleness, and the scenery outside is not yet clear, only a little blurry outline.There were a few cock crows in the distance, and a dog barked once or twice.

Mu Bai looked at his dirty hands that were too small, and thought blankly, what's going on?

The woman's stubby fingers punched his forehead desperately, and said angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and start a fire."