Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

"what!!"

"This Western Empire is simply too arrogant!"

"Where did he get the courage, how dare he do this!"

There are geniuses in the East!

The first book was "Tianlong", which attracted the signing of Tiandao certification, becoming the first Tiandao certified signing writer after 90 years in the East!

It is also the first Tiandao certified contract writer in the world in 30 years!

In order to curb the growth of the East, especially China, many Western empires dispatched assassins immediately!

Overnight, it directly caused the fall of nearly a hundred Eastern genius cultivators and writers!

no doubt!

This directly caused the anger of the Eastern countries!

Especially China and Chu!

The two countries have always had the same spirit, and "Dragon" is clearly a Chinese style of writing.

The defenseless two countries directly killed dozens of young geniuses!

Extremely miserable!

Of course, China and Chu didn't endure it like that, and immediately attacked with thunder, brazenly destroying several Western assassin dens!

Overnight, kill hundreds of Western assassins!

But no matter what, those young geniuses who have passed away will never come back.  …

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"Have you heard that our talented cultivator of Chu State, the eldest young master of the Lu family who dominates Jiangcheng, Lu Ti, was assassinated last night!"

"What? Lu Ti? That's from the Lu family! How could it be..."

"Who knows! It's so miserable. I heard that Lu Ti seemed to be going to visit his younger brother, but he was halfway there and was attacked in the most troubled world!"

"First the sniper rifle, then the incendiary bomb. I heard that the place where the battle was fought was directly blasted, and no one survived within a radius of tens of meters!"

Outside the imperial city, Ye Xuan was walking on the road, listening to the surrounding speeches, his face was a little gloomy.

When I woke up in the morning, Ye Xuan wrote another chapter of Tianlong, and then opened his eyes and it was overwhelming news!

In order to assassinate the author of the Eastern "Dragon", many Western imperial assassins came out!

In one night, he shamelessly assassinated Dongfang for nearly a hundred talents!

This incident has almost aroused too much public anger, and this kind of remarks are everywhere on the streets!

"I don't know if it's Jiangcheng, we also have assassins in Chu Kingdom!"

"Did you know that our Chu royal family, Chu Yue, was also assassinated, but it didn't seem to cause too many casualties. He survived, but he was seriously injured!"

"This is still the imperial city, and other places are miserable, it is simply too unscrupulous!"

"It's just doing some shit like this!"

"It doesn't matter, they don't feel well. At least hundreds of assassins were killed by Jagged Blood last night..."

"Well, what's the use of that? Those rats in the stinky gutters!"

Come out of the bun shop.

Ye Xuan's face was a little gloomy.

Although he didn't have a favorable impression of Chu State, it was only for Chu Yan'er and the others.

After all, inheriting this body and being divorced is somewhat disgusting.

But for the common people, Ye Xuan did not have the slightest disgust.

The same blood is flowing all over them.

Whether in the previous world or this time around, Ye Xuan has never felt that he is superior to others.

"These Western empires..." Ye Xuan looked uncertain as he watched the news.

That's a list of geniuses who have died in a string of deaths.

To be honest, their fall is more or less related to Ye Xuan.

Although he couldn't blame him at all, the life of nearly a hundred geniuses made Ye Xuan unhappy after all.

"After all, the strength is still a little low..."

Muttering in a low voice, Ye Xuan gradually began to yearn for strength. Writing a book was just fun, but now, Ye Xuan has found a little bit of purpose.

If you have the strength, can you pull these bed bugs out of the sewers one by one?

even.......

Call back directly?

Taking a deep breath and throwing away these thoughts, Ye Xuan walked back quickly.

Write a book, practice.

Speechless for a day.

Even today, the comments under his book are a lot less, but most of them are words of comfort.

"@天地 Fortunately, the author has updated, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine."

"Be careful! Western empires are all bastards for their ends!"

Even in the back, there are many official existence messages!

"Author, you can continue to write books, this time, their Western Empire is destined to have no good results!"

"They need to pay!"

"Don't reveal your identity!"

"Leave it to us!"

"It's all right!"

Looking at these comments, Ye Xuan took a deep breath and felt warm in his heart, but his eyes became more and more gloomy.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze blows.

Ye Xuan's mind was a little confused. He researched ink and spread paper by himself, but raised his brush and didn't write a single word for a long time.

Finally, he sighed softly and came to the palace gate alone and sat down.

The spring breeze is mild, and in the distant Dachu Palace, hundreds of lamps are bright, and people are so numerous that they illuminate it like day.

And here in Ye Xuan, the breeze was blowing, it was desolate, overgrown with weeds, and not even a single oil lamp was lit.

He lay down slowly, hanging a weed that covered his body.

And just when Ye Xuan looked at the sky and nebulae in a trance...  

'Swish swish...'

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously looked over.

A figure.

I do not know when he appeared at the foot of the glorious imperial city in the distance, hunched over his waist, dressed in night clothes, and moved forward silently like a cat.

Um?

Ye Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of the tip of a pin.

That is......

Western Assassin? ! *