Calculate the general ledger with the flood

Only the lackluster old acquaintances left.It is not surprising that eight of the ten prehistoric novels have villains as quasi-mentions.Hehe, to be honest, I'm sure I've already mentioned so much that I'm about to vomit. "

At the end, the author raised his eyebrows: "You have experienced so many stories, it's hard for you. I guess in your heart, you are full of resentment towards Honghuangwen."

"Resentment? No," I shook my head. "After all, I'm just a character. The story of the wild and the wild is where I was born and raised. Yes, I do have a lot of complaints about it. Even in my body, the part that belongs to the protagonist That part did hope that Honghuangliu would end. But it’s different now, I think about it carefully, whether it’s making complaints or breaking Raven’s cliché, I hope it will get better, not the other way around.”

"Today's Honghuangliu is lifeless, and it can't be saved without major surgery. Elementalize Honghuangliu, abandon the cumbersome history of Honghuangliu, and only keep some characters or settings as the core, so as to open up a new world. Like Zhenlong It’s the same as a chess game, to advance by retreating, to gain by giving up, and to win. This is my point of view.”

"So, your answer to my question is: Honghuangliu, as a novel genre, has completed its historical mission, and there is no room for expansion. In contrast, breaking Honghuangliu into some elements, throwing away It’s cumbersome. Use this as the core to create a new novel.” After listening to my words, the author took a long breath: “Not bad, very good. This conversation made me very satisfied, and it was better than I expected.”

"Is that what you're after? Toss me out just for this chat?" I asked.

"Yes, you can disappear." The author stood up suddenly, and returned to his condescending look, "I forgot to tell you something just now: the characters are not real people after all. After you die, there will be no corpse left— —Except for the last one, all your predecessors disappeared like this.”

As he spoke, he stabbed the fruit knife in my chest violently, and I looked at him incredulously, without even finding a wave in his eyes—"Your predecessors have given you many suggestions, but yours is the most important one. OK, thank you."

"So that's how it is." I suddenly smiled slightly, "So that's how you killed them? Yes, in the real world there are no spells and skills in the stories, and there is no spiritual warning. We are used to facing the stories in the stories. A strong man like you can't even think of guarding against an ordinary person like you."

The author took a step back in surprise, too scared to speak clearly: "You, you, why are you alright?"

"You said yourself that what supports us is not the body in the real world, but the belief. This is the biggest difference between us virtual creatures and the real natives. So what if I believe 'I will not be killed by the author'? Of course you I can’t kill me.” I took a step forward, snatched the fruit knife in his hand, and knocked him to the ground with a punch, “What if I believe that ‘I am a master of martial arts’ again? Subduing you is just a flip of the palm. "

"You, you?! This is impossible?!" The author's face was pale, and he completely lost the sense of superiority, sitting on the ground and backing away.

puff!

The fruit knife stabbed his heart, and I watched the author's pupils dilate and lose his last look.

"That's ridiculous," I murmured over his dead body. "Is this really the real world? Do you really believe you can control everything? You're just someone else's pawn."

The author's body did not bleed, nor did I have a drop of blood on my knife or my hand.

"Let me save the prehistoric world." I didn't look at the author anymore, instead I sat down at the computer desk and opened a blank document.

Write what?

Thinking about my experience, I suddenly had an idea:

Why don't you write a story of 'the chess piece breaks away from the saint chess player and finally grows into a chess player by himself'?To use the prehistoric elements as the foundation, but we must discard many burdens, delete the limit on the number of saints, dilute the long-winded prehistoric history, and then add some other popular elements of online literature, um, infinite streams, cities, complaints, anti-time travel, online games , martial arts, science fiction, suspense...

"What's a good name for this novel?"

"Don't ask about the past, don't ask for the afterlife. Jump out of control, get rid of cause and effect. Don't be a puppet, don't be a puppet. In this life, I am the only one"

"With it, it will be called I..."

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