Chapter 255 Who's Story

"Master, are you really not afraid of the suzerain's anger when you play tricks on the suzerain?" After changing the login identity three times and wasting 300 days in the wasteland world, she finally changed to a picture of Meng Qian who was satisfied with her "delicate body". Jiao, holding a small fragrant wood fan in his hand, said to Song Qingwen.

  Although it was Master who spoke to him, he had his legs crossed, and the curly hair exposed under the stockings made people tremble with fear.

  Song Qingwen has long been used to it, and said without changing his face: "He will blame me now, but he will thank me later, and after that..."

   "What about after that?" Meng Qianjiao hurriedly asked.

  Song Qingwen looked at Meng Qianjiao, then felt a sting in his eyes, turned his eyes away, and said: "I will want to kill me!"

   "Then why do you, Master?" Meng Qianjiao sighed shallowly, and then covered his thick beard with a small fragrant wood fan.

Song Qingwen turned around, put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, and said, "Why bother? There are often only two results when doing a thing, success or failure. So from the beginning to the end, skip this process, no matter what Whatever it is, it will be boring and insipid. The important thing is how to tell the story in the middle. If a story is well told, an ordinary old man who feeds a blind and lame stupid dog can also become a A good story that everyone likes. If the story is poorly told, even if it is full of gods and Buddhas at the level of words, and everything you know and think is stuffed in, it will be disgusted by everyone."

   "Then what should I do to tell this story well?"

  Song Qingwen was asking Meng Qianjiao, turned his head... and then quickly turned back, as if nothing had happened.

  Meng Qianjiao scratched his forehead full of blond hair. Although the beard was prickly all over his face, the twin ponytails of blond hair on his head looked a bit refreshing.

   "Mobilize people's hearts? Just like the things our Ten Demon Sect disciples do outside?" Meng Qianjiao asked.

  His outfit is very hot.

  The upper body is a low-cut dress, revealing half of the muscular chest muscles, and the lower body is a miniskirt, which is also paired with white fishnet stockings and red high-heeled shoes.

  However, he didn't feel embarrassed at all when this kind of attire was matched with his body, which was a rough and burly man at the moment.

   Fully demonstrated what it means, as long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

"Yes, using vivid language, using vivid and interesting descriptions, using ups and downs and touching plots, to manipulate people's emotions and play with their hearts. This is a good story, even if some people They will be stubborn, but they will never forget it." Song Qingwen seemed to be telling a story, but it was definitely not.

  Meng Qianjiao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "I understand! Master, you want to cut off the suzerain's magic power!"

Song Qingwen said: "Wrong! Your master, I want to cut off the devil's essence of the monks in this world. What's the point of always cutting off ordinary people and low-level little monks? People in the way of demons in my generation should be the ones who are not afraid of all authority." Demon nature, whoever he is... Let's cut him off and talk about it. When I am the most sharp and powerful, in this sect... whoever talks, who is in charge, who is in charge, is the real one. magic?"

  Meng Qianjiao covered her mouth and laughed, but the laughter was rough, which really gave people goosebumps.

   "The master is so domineering, and the disciple likes it so much!" Meng Qianjiao said.

  Song Qingwen turned his face away, not to let his majestic expression collapse.

   Chatting with her master again, Meng Qianjiao twisted her fat buttocks and walked away in high heels that were more than ten centimeters high.

  Song Qingwen walked to the balcony, stood on a high place, and reached out to catch the gray rain falling from the sky.

  The originally not weak corrosiveness hit his palm, but did not cause any damage.

   "A story like mine...you...would you like it?" Song Qingwen withdrew his hand and went back to the laboratory.

  Ke Xiaoliang doesn't like the story Song Qingwen is making up now.

   "Ambitious? Unrestrained? This is not the **** Song Qingwen I know."

   "Is he playing Mo Tingyuan or me?" Ke Xiaoliang had a lot of reasons to suspect that Song Qingwen should have thought of something, but he had no evidence.

  Of course, Ke Xiaoliang is not afraid.

  Ke Xiaoliang uses Huzhongjie to tell stories.

  Song Qingwen used the script written by Ke Xiaoliang to create his own short story.

   These are normal.

   After all, monks are not players who are only good at manifesting themselves on the Internet.

  They are monks who can show up at any time, and then real people will decide life and death.

  So Ke Xiaoliang has harvested leeks until now, there will be some people who plan something behind the scenes, isn't that normal?

   "Since this is the case... then I should write the script of the goddess like this!"

   "Goddess of War? Goddess of Civilization? Goddess of Light? Neither...!"

  Ke Xiaoliang's thoughts moved, and Leo in the wasteland world seemed to have received the apocalypse.

  In his mind, many thoughts that could only be regarded as vague originally appeared.

  Some previously forgotten knowledge suddenly became clear.

  In a small hotel where identity screening is not strict, Leo threw Phoenix on the bed, and then began to organize his notes.

   "The goddess has two sides to her personality."

   "This has created a lot of uncertainty for my follow-up work."

"The indifferent and arrogant goddess lacks affinity, which has both advantages and disadvantages for future missionary work. The foodie goddess is too lively, which makes it difficult for people to see through... This may be a deliberate disguise, which is the awakening of the goddess to adulthood Before, I painted myself with a protective color." Leo took notes in a small language, which was not known by many people in the last era. In this era, there should be no more people who know this language. .

   It is a habit of Leo to record what comes to mind.

  Because this can give him more room for lateral thinking, so as not to sometimes walk into a dead end.

"Currently, the foodie goddess is more worthy of admiration. But she still needs to show a reliable side... If possible, I will stabilize the personality of the goddess, and take the foodie side as the leading role." Leo I don't think the words I'm writing at this moment are so blasphemous.

  How can man... how can he try to manipulate God, or even determine God's character and heart?

   But that's what Leo does.

  He has never been a sunny, positive, and positive character.

  In order to achieve the goal of changing the world, he can give up a lot of integrity.

  Phoenix covered his head and sat up from the bed.

   "Who hit me on the head?"

   "Damn it...can't be more accurate? And it's all over the head..." Phoenix said with a grin.

  Leo added to his notebook: "Phoenix . . . he defies God, he can do it."

   Then he changed the period at the end of the sentence to an ellipsis.

   It's one o'clock, it's already afternoon!

   But count it as morning!

   The third watch is over!

   There will be a lunch break later, and after lunch, there will be two more updates!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)