He was driving a plane frying fritters

Chapter 28

Zhu Gaoxin looked at the words that seemed to go crazy, but calmed down instead.

"That is to say, the plot you arranged didn't actually kill the pig, he insisted on doing it himself? Can't you stop it? Wouldn't forcibly changing the original work of the opponent cause a severe headache and a nervous breakdown?"

Book: "That's right." It paused, "So he's crazy, you didn't feel it? Then your heart is really big."

Zhu Xing was expressionless, and asked the question that he had been curious about all this time, "Can you tell me, why do I wear books? Why can I change the plot, but not the ending? Also, since he is the protagonist now , Then can I donate you to him? From now on, I will be free, and I can do whatever I want, and if I take an active role in maintaining my health, it is possible to live to be two hundred years old."

Book: "People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. You have a golden finger, which is your greatest luck. It is simply unreasonable to want to escape God's control."

Zhu Happy: "Who is God?"

Book: "Author."

Zhu Xing raised his eyebrows, "Oh? So as long as it is a character written by the author, the future can only be decided by the author? What happens depends on his mood?"

Book: "That's right."

Zhu Gaoxing snorted coldly, "Why are you afraid of being torn apart when you're so awesome? I don't believe it."

He was about to throw the book away when he saw that the content had increased again.

"I don't know where Gu Bushang came back from. He was covered in dust and carried a big bag on his shoulder. He entered the door, put his things on the floor and went straight to the bathroom.

But the people inside are gone.

He turned around and went out again, only to find that the things were gone.

He stood there and muttered in a low voice, "I still ran away, I still ran away..."

The bag fell to the ground, and the mouth of the bag was loosened by the contents inside, revealing a few rusty iron chains. "

Zhu Gaoxing: "..This chain is not used to deal with me."

Book: "Then who knows."

Zhu Xing frowned, thinking that this book was rubbish and useless, "I don't think you are writing novels at all, but a pervert who loves to peep."

Shu was also forced by Gu Bushang to have the courage not to fear death, "I have been scolded for four years, what am I afraid of, you can scold me whatever you want, and you can report if you have any opinions."

I wish you happy: "==."

The book suddenly wrote a series of ellipsis, as if the middle plot was hidden.

Zhu Xing frowned, "What is he doing in the house, you dare not write?"

Book: "The male protagonist rejects the gloomy and cruel character design that is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, rejects violence and crime, and rejects all the domineering, cool, and boss jobs I arrange, and prefers to be an ordinary, poor and down-to-earth waiter. This kind of unsuspecting I usually skip the emotional plot content.”

I wish you happy: ".."

In a cool room.

Gu Bushang casually threw the bag aside, sat on the edge of the bed and was stunned for a while, as if in a daze.

"Drip-drip-"

The phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone, it was the foreman calling.

When I got connected, there was an anxious shout, "Why haven't you come to work yet? It's noon soon! There are already so many people here that I can't be too busy! Hurry up!"

Gu Bushang said slowly, "Can I ask for leave?"

"No! If you don't come today! Five hundred wages will be deducted!"

Gu Bu Shang frowned, "That's a lot."

The foreman became even more impatient, "I didn't bother with you when I left early yesterday, and want to ask for leave today? Hurry up!"

Gu Bu Shang sighed, "Okay."

To survive, he has to make money, but he doesn't want to make dirty money. He wants to earn the right to live by working hard and honestly.

If this job is also lost, it will be really hard to find.

He wants to work in the North District, so that he can be closer to Zhu Xingxing.

Thinking of him, Gu Bushang's mood became even lower, and he murmured, "I hope you don't hide, I'm really, really bad at finding people."

He got up, put his bag in the corner, changed into his overalls and went downstairs.

However, just halfway there, someone blocked the way.

"The light and shadow outside the window fell on the railing, as if a soft mark was drawn on his body. He took off the sunglasses and mask on his face, revealing an extremely delicate face. His pupils were like stars, and his lips were like pink flowers. , he is like a child of light, a born star..."

Zhu Gaoxin: "Is this the student who was locked in the toilet before?"

Yes, that Xiluo.

Zhu Xingxin remembers it very clearly. The book describes him with a sentence "Because he is too perfect, the god of death only arranged for him to suffer from being bullied, and he is not willing to hurt him and take his life."

This made Zhu Gao jealous for several days.

"He walked out of the mud, with scars all over his body, until he met the person who healed and saved him. However, it was a wisp of smoke that could not be caught. Even if he walked to such a high place, he was still beyond reach."

"The two looked at each other. They haven't seen each other since that bloody side, and this time, what kind of story will happen?"

The book paused: "This has made thousands of readers look forward to it."

Zhu Gaoxin: "...they didn't meet again because you didn't write after the pig slaughter?"

Book: "Yes. A star, a gangster in the East End, unless it is deliberately arranged, it is impossible for different classes to meet."

Zhu Xingxing was full of curiosity, "That is to say, as long as the author does not write, he is free during this blank time. As long as he writes, he has to follow the plot. If he resists, he will suffer a certain degree of backlash. Is that what you mean?"

Book: "Yes."

Zhu Gaoxing: "What about me? I probably won't appear in this book in the future, why did you start writing again when I came out?"

Book: "It was the protagonist of the new article who insisted on pulling you in. Your appearance revived this book. Many people want to see you play viciously and provoke reverse assists, so that the two protagonists will finally get married, so , the author intends to resume daily updates."

Zhu Gaoxin: "..I still have to participate in co-authoring? Didn't you fucking let me run away before? Because of this, I provoked a lunatic, and now let me insert it?" His eyes darkened, "Look I'm so bullying, right?"

Book: "Do you want to know why you became a vegetable? Do you want to know why you wear books? Do you want to know who is the person who often reads to you? Do you want to know whether you will really have the chance of rebirth and live a healthy life? ? Then you have to cooperate well."

Zhu Gaoxing twitched the corners of his mouth, "Guess what, I don't want to at all, kill me, let me go back to be a vegetative person, it's good, and there are people telling that dick story in my ear every day, it's okay if I get used to it , it's all a lullaby."

Book: "At this moment, you are no longer the protagonist. As a cannon fodder, if you resist the plot, you will also be punished to a certain extent. Please be careful. And, don't try to burn books and tear them up again. The consequences are serious, so be careful." act."

Zhu Gaoxin: "Let's say, if I don't go out these few days, do nothing, only order takeaway for meals, and I don't meet or communicate with friends, and I don't even know how to read your book, I will sleep and sleep in the dark .The author must have nothing to write while I'm sleeping, so I'm sure I won't be in the next chapter, right?"

The book thought for a while, "...that's true."

Zhu Xingxing threw the book away, and didn't read the following plot after the two met. No matter who is curious, he is not curious at all anyway.

Then I took out my mobile phone and sent a message, indicating my decision to disconnect from the Internet and take a rest, which took up all the useless vacations for four years.

Then fall asleep.

Takeaway arrives.

He got up, went to the door and took the meal in through the gap, refusing everyone's visits.

He sat on the bed and ate, and went back to sleep after eating.

After sleeping until night, he couldn't fall asleep, and his neck still hurt a little. He wanted to turn on the TV and watch for a while, but he was smart enough to predict in advance that the author of the dog would definitely let him see Xi Luo on TV, and would definitely take the opportunity to draw out that The story of the two.

Zhu Gaoxin doesn't want to have the possibility of being used as a tool to push the plot forward.

He hesitated for two seconds, and put the remote control back to its original position.

Then start staring at the ceiling.

His mind was blank and he didn't think about anything.

The author of the dog can't even make up some psychological activities if he wants to.

There is no outline, and the author can only rely on the actions of the characters to add fuel, rewrite and update the dog. Seeing this situation, the author is helpless and can only stop writing in embarrassment.

All night.

Only [-] words were choked out.

The author says:

I admit, the dog author is me.