Tomb Raider: At the beginning, you can arrest spirits and dispatch generals

"Who says you can't do it, look at me, even if you're not doing well, it's time to wait!"

"Who says you can't, you can enter the world you write, and I can also appear in your world to help you!"

boom!

The sky doesn't seem to change, but it hides mysteries, and the collision of mysteries and mysteries has knocked out the largest energy in the world so far, sweeping across the boundless nothingness.

And the creator's computer also flickered at this time, and the text on it had disappeared, leaving only the ending chapter.

The first sentence is: "Ye Ling came to the world of the creator. It was a dark, small and clean hut, but the computer furniture was very old and shabby..."

On Ye Ling's side, Ah Ning and Sanye also followed after explaining some things to the sisters.

They also faintly feel the changes in this world, but as for what has changed, they don't know.

Ye Ling smiled freely, "Okay, I seem to have broken the confinement of the world, making the time here the same as the time outside, and the rest, of course, is to solve the channel."

His eyes were bright, and he was excited like never before.

The next moment, the three of them disappeared in place, and when they appeared, they were already in the small room of the Creator.

But the strange thing is that the Creator is not on the chair. Looking at the door lock, it has been locked.

"Did he go out?"

Just when the three were wondering, there was a sound of stopping and stopping in the corridor, and it seemed that someone was coming back with something like a plastic bag.

When the sound of the key sounded, Ye Ling was full of anticipation, while Ah Ning and the two were full of curiosity.

Squeak.

Some dilapidated and rusty doors opened, and a pale man came in. At the same time, there was also the indiscriminate cold wind of this winter, which made a few people faintly get goosebumps, and they couldn't help but take a long breath. .

"You...Ye Ling, why are you here?"

The man became embarrassed again, the last time was because of illness, but this time, it seemed to be because of shock.

He stood there in a daze, the tattered vegetable leaves in the old red plastic bag were shaking with the bag, rubbing lightly on his thin trousers——

Chapter 642 Where's My Novel?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door came the voice of the old landlord, "Young man, are you picking up vegetable leaves again? I have a few eggplants here. If there is no oil, I have some here."

The man gritted his teeth and turned his head slightly, "No need."

As he spoke, he opened the door, and then gestured to the red bag, "No need, you see, the vegetable leaves on the top are indeed picked up, I think it's a pity those people lost them, but the ones below are enough for me to eat ,besides..."

He opened the dilapidated small refrigerator next to it, but quickly closed it again. He didn't know if the old man had seen it, "Look, there are a lot of them here too."

Then he smiled, "By the way, I have a bottle of wine here, and you always drink it."

After taking out the wine from the red bag and handing it to the bewildered old man, the man closed the door again.

The old man's voice sounded outside the door, "Oh, okay, I'll wait for you tonight, I'm bored by myself, come and have something to eat with me, and drink with me."

The man nodded silently, then realized that there were people present, and quickly shook his head, "Let's talk about it at night...I might have to go out at night, let's see then."

The old man left without speaking.

The man didn't put the contents of the bag in the refrigerator, or even open the bag.

"Sit, sit, sit, I didn't expect you to bring Ah Ning and Sanye along."

The man squeezed out a smile, and then dug out a lot of pots and pans from the large box under the table.

"I knew you might come up, and I can finally use these things."

"To tell you the truth, I don't usually need these things. I used to have many friends, but now they are all gone, but I still keep them. Firstly, I bought them with money, and secondly, they are also for emergencies."

The man is as busy as if his leg wasn't hurt.

Ye Ling wanted to help, but couldn't help at all.

Probably because men often cook by themselves.

He talked a lot, he said, "Usually, I cook corn paste and radish sticks. If it's extravagant, I add some spicy millet. The effect is not bad, and it tastes good."

You sit down first.

He went to the window and opened the curtains, and the sun was outside.

But there seems to be no wind.

He went to the toilet again and opened the side window.

In an instant, the dullness inside was swept away by the wind, leaving only the slight warmth of the sun and his thin body.

"Just sit and play, and treat yourself as your own home, even though it's not like home, haha!"

He pretended to be free and easy.

Soon, the aroma of oil and vegetables came out.

I have to say that the man's cooking skills are pretty good.

It's a pity that the smoke was a bit heavy, but it was much less when blown by the wind. Anyway, it didn't fall on the three of Ye Ling at all.

However, the wind is so strong, I don't know if the stir-fried food can be eaten, and it may be raw.

In addition, the cooking place is next to the broken washing machine, and the water for washing and cooking comes from the toilet pipe.

He even specially boiled it before using it, but the three of Ye Ling looked at each other and always felt that it might not be very edible after frying.

"This is a hard life, please don't mind."

"If it weren't for people being afraid of my tetanus, or falling down on the job, I wouldn't be so tight."

These two sentences, one sentence is free and easy, and one sentence is wronged, and I don't know which sentence is true.

Soon, the tables and chairs were all set up, and the man went to invite the old man himself, but the old man had already gone out.

"Forget it, the old man usually likes to go out for a walk."

The man went back to the house, opened the door, put the table by the door, got three stools from the landlord's house, and turned on the rice cooker.

To be honest, Ye Ling couldn't put his mouth down for a while when he saw a table full of dishes that were not bad in color.

The man didn't hide it, and asked directly, "Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes." Ye Ling thought for a while and said, "If it is possible, I want you to give me your novels. I can give you 20 yuan to buy novels about me. As for the money, I will find a way Your world earns you."

As he spoke, Ye Ling tapped the bowl with his chopsticks, then tapped the back of his hand, and touched the man specifically.

"Although others can't see me, I actually exist in your world, only invisible."

"I think, I should be able to think of a way to make those of us who come out of the world of fiction visible."

After Ye Ling finished speaking, he just looked at the man, hoping for an answer from the man.

Such things as novels cannot be robbed clearly.

The man turned to look at the somewhat dim computer screen, then subconsciously walked over.

What he cares about is not the novel, but his broken computer.

Not because of anything else, but because his broken computer can bring him hope, and he can realize his dream on it.

As for the novel, Ye Ling has read it, and indeed it only costs a few dollars a day.

Regarding this matter, Ye Ling not only lamented that the man's ability to write novels was not good enough, but also lamented his own low price.

This is written about him, not anyone else.

It's him and everything he loves.

So he had to get the book back.

But suddenly, the man was stunned.

Because he found that his novel was missing, as if he had never written it.

On the backstage, it was empty, only the previous works.

Looking through the catalog of works, there is an extra book, a book with Ye Ling's portrait, and the name of the book is Ye Ling.

Open it and look, there is only one chapter inside, and there is a sentence on it, "Ye Ling travels to the author's real world..."

"You moved my novel?" The man turned his head, looking a little flustered, "Let me just say it straight, there are only four days left in this month, and I only need to write four or six thousand words a day, and I'll write the next one." Monthly rent and meals will be settled."

Ye Ling naturally knew what he meant.

I looked at the time on the computer, isn't it the end of the month?

But how could his book have disappeared?

Is it...

Ye Ling remembered that before coming up, he forcibly changed the time coordination between heaven and earth and the world of the Creator based on a feeling in the dark.

Didn't expect to change even the novel?

The meal just started, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ye Ling had no choice but to tell the truth, "I changed my world, so the novel is gone, but please rest assured, before next month, that is, within four days, I will definitely make up your full attendance."

After Ye Ling finished speaking, he sat down in front of the computer, "You guys eat first, I'll be ready soon."

But the man refused.

At this moment, something strange happened.

No matter how the man typed or deleted words in the draft box of this book, it would not help.

"The computer is stuck?" the man said even more flustered.

But Ye Ling could type it casually.

The two of them tried that for a long time.

Ye Ling found that everything else was the same, and both of them could manipulate it.

But in Ye Ling's novel, men can't move, only Ye Ling can move.

Sanye was curious, so she also went up to fiddle with it, but like a man, she couldn't move Ye Ling's book.

"It seems that this book is destined to be yours."

The man sat down on the chair.

But he didn't say "you want to control yourself".

Because he knew that Ye Ling's character was that he didn't want others to limit him.

Chapter 643 Creditors come to the door

"Walk around, eat, this matter is settled for the time being."

I don't know why, but Ye Ling was in a very happy mood, and instead of customers, he brought Ah Ning and Sanye to eat and drink.

A lot of dishes were fried, and a lot of rice was cooked.

Every time the three of them saw the white rice in the rice cooker, they would take a look at the bag of rice that the man had put under the table that had bottomed out.

The food is really delicious.

Everyone forgot about the cooking just now.

The man suddenly smiled and said, "Since the novel is gone, I'll just do self-media and revise papers for my classmates. A little subsidy is a little bit, it's okay."

"You can write the book however you want, you use my notebook, and I use the desktop to do other things."

"Don't tell me, you said just now that you would spend 20 yuan to buy my book. I was moved. My leg injury and illness will be cured by then."

"What the hell!" He swears, "Living in this world, it's okay if you don't encounter accidents, but if you encounter accidents, you really don't want to live because it's too difficult."

boom!

suddenly,

There was a violent sound downstairs, as if someone kicked the door suddenly.

The man suddenly became alert, then stood up and looked down through the patio.