Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 505 Your Story
It was already nine o'clock the next morning when Liang De woke up.

Last night he sang from "Glorious Years" to "Goodbye Ideal", and at the same time ate up Li Zhixian's private snacks, cleared the dessert inventory of Yingxuetang Xiangbei Branch, and then danced passionately on the imitation marble coffee table, The untied tie was thrown on the light ball, swinging like Tarzan of the ape.

The atmosphere was so enthusiastic that even Zhao Siyue, the father of the bookstore girl Zhao Yuhan, was so infected when he came to pick up his daughter home, he yelled "Sudden Self" with Mr. Liang before leaving.

Zhao Yuhan, the only high school student who knew the trend of fashion, didn't grab the wheat until he was picked up, so he could only be pitifully weak and helpless holding the rattle to the end.

Yingxuechun K in Xiangbei City was washed away by the atmosphere around the end of the last century all night. At three o'clock in the morning, Liang De and Li Zhixian clapped their hands and said goodbye, and stayed alone in the bookstore.

He doesn't drink and doesn't get tired, but suddenly wants to go to sleep.

There was a rest area for readers in the bookstore. He found a single room, changed into a soft cotton pajamas, stopped the Xiuxian coffee in his body, and fell asleep for a long time.

If it wasn't for the rustling noise outside Yingxuetang Bookstore opened at nine o'clock, maybe he would have slept longer.

Liang De yawned and got up from the quilt on the floor. He didn't bother to tidy up, change his clothes and wash up, so he snapped his fingers and changed into a fresh body in home clothes.

Opening the door of the single room, the morning sun was shining softly. He stood in a piece of warm gold and did two stretches with his hands on his hips.

After finishing his morning exercises, he stretched his neck and walked towards the door of the bookstore, intending to go out and buy some breakfast.

The arrangement in the hall has been restored to its original state.

Those little animal painting spirits living in the screen were industrious and reliable. After he and Li Zhixian left, they started the arduous cleaning work, conscientious and tireless.

Waking up early in the morning, the bookstore has returned to its usual peaceful appearance, without any strange things... Hey, why is there a Li Zhixian here!

Something is wrong!
Liang De rolled on the spot, took out a light blue decorative electric drill from his arms, knelt down on one knee, and pointed the drill at the abnormal creature between the two rows of bookshelves ten meters away.

"Brother Xian can't get up before nine o'clock in the morning, who are you!"

Li Zhixian: "You put so many mortal cultivating immortals coffee in the refrigerator. It's not like I haven't drunk it before. Lao Liang, you really like acting."

Liang De got up and put away the electric drill, "Didn't you say that it's the best thing to wake up naturally after sleeping, and you can only mix wine with the taste of coffee, and you definitely don't need the special effects of cultivating immortals?"

"That's why, Mu Yigui just joined the job, and I need to help with a lot of things. I don't have so much time to sleep until I wake up naturally..."

Li Zhixian unfolded a blank material reel, dragged the automatic writing brush suspended in the air to the paper, and said:
"Let's discuss the materials related to the end of the world's blue star on the other side of No. 37927, and strive to finalize the sacrifice today."

Liang De stroked his stomach and said:

"Brother Xian, today is Friday, Friday should be like Friday, what's the matter..."

Li Zhixian turned the brush and looked up at him:
"Mr. Liang, we are senior Evil God employees who implement a flexible working system. Weekends and weekends are not suitable for us. You told me this before."

Huh!Why do you have two faces, woman, didn't you wish me a happy day off work yesterday!
"I bought you breakfast, let's talk while eating."

Li Zhixian flicked the ice-blue storage hairband on the back of his head, took out a bowl of noodle paste and a bag of triangular cakes and put them on the small table next to the bookshelf.

Liang De walked over to pick up the bowl and slurped two mouthfuls of noodle noodles, "How come there are only small intestines but no pork red, I like to eat pork red, and there is very little vinegar meat, where did you buy it? Pick it out and eat it..."

Li Zhixian clenched the brush tightly, "I want you to talk about the material while eating, not to comment on breakfast while eating!"

Liang De continued to suck and suck:

"There is nothing to say about the material, as long as it can't be handled as before.

"You don't have to tell me what to do, what not to do, how interesting it is, I don't really understand it, and I don't really want to figure it out.

"How about this, you can directly find someone who is more like a protagonist to be the protagonist.

"Old Wang can do it, Mi Xiang can do it, and the savior master and apprentice can do it too, just make up a random one and hand it in, anyway, it's a special task assigned by Teacher Fengxian, at least you can get three stars, that's all.

"I wanted to tell you this yesterday. It's very fast if you do it casually. You can sing K after handing it in. How unwise you want to delay until today's profane Friday... Well, you can fix it first, I Go out and buy some fritters to soak in."

"Old Liang, you are the protagonist. I won't choose someone else to be the protagonist in your story anymore. I won't do what I did before."

Li Zhixian's voice was clear and clear, as if he hadn't had a drink in the morning.

Liang De was a little puzzled, "What are you doing, brother Xian, you want to make a real story project? That set has long been out of fashion, let me tell you..."

"Tell me the story of your eyes."

"what?"

"Old Liang, you also said that no matter what the story is, Taishu will give us three stars, so in fact, we no longer have to figure out the preferences of the above, and pursue what is interesting in Taiju's eyes."

Li Zhixian picked up a brush and wrote Liang De's name on the blank scroll, followed by a colon.

"I used to treat your experience as a story, and editing material as a job task. I complained about you, judged you, said something that didn't matter, and said something that made you more interesting as the protagonist...

"I'm sorry, Old Liang."

Liang De took several steps back with the noodle paste in his hand:

"Brother Xian, why did you suddenly become so emotional? I think you are very abnormal now. Did you not drink today? Why don't you drink two glasses before talking?"

Li Zhixian: "Hehe and Mu Yigui told me something about you, I..."

"Stop it, Tiezi, it's fine, just get here."

Liang De ate the last triangular kueh, put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and said:
"Brother Xian, brother Xian, I really didn't expect that you don't even bother to make up stories, and even push this to me, you really want to get paid for nothing.

"Forget it, who asked me to have a game with your brother, I will write it and I will write it."

Liang De took the material scroll and brush in front of her, and without even thinking about it, tens of thousands of words were pasted on it, and the narration was straightforward, full of journals.

"It's finished, you can sacrifice."

Li Zhixian took the scroll in silence, and put it into the cardboard box-shaped altar of evil gods next to the bookshelf.

After a while, a wisp of green smoke curled up, and Tai Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, first emerged from the cardboard box.

He didn't have a scroll in his hand, only a phantom of a blue star.

"Ade, I have a surprise to tell you."

　Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow ('')

　　
　
(End of this chapter)