The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 274 Brand-new Wen Dao (2)

Xunxing pondered for a while.

This is not right.

Logically speaking, with his "scheming" speech, shouldn't Song Lanyi be more optimistic about himself?
Xunxing shook his head, human beings are really complicated.

After Song Lanyi appeared, the huge house came alive almost immediately.

It is like a rumbling machine, every part starts to rotate with precise logic.

But for a moment, the whole house was filled with a kind of human fireworks.

Song Lanyi sat on the soft cushion in the study, thought for a moment, took advantage of his free time, lightly pressed the center of his eyebrows, and took out the big bronzing book.

But after a while, Cao Gong's figure jumped out of the big book.

As soon as he appeared, he still had a little temper.

"Usually you don't come to look for me, but now that you need me, you only think of calling me."

Song Lanyi was a little guilty, and took out a jug of wine with a fawning face, "Cao Gong, look, how about this jug of wine?"

Mr. Cao's nose twitched slightly, as if he was moving, but he still only gave a cold snort.

He's not that easy to coax!
Song Lanyi lifted the jug with a smile, and slowly poured a jug of wine into the wine cup.

While pouring the wine, she discussed it like coaxing a child, "Mr. Cao, just take a sip. If it doesn't taste good, you can spit it out. That's not impossible!"

When Cao Gong heard this, he became anxious, "That's not going to happen! You little girl, don't patronize me to make me happy. This wine is all brewed from grain, and it is the most precious thing."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again, "Where did the food come from? It came from the people's plowing day after day, in the wind and sun. The sentence' when we hoe the grain at noon, the sweat dripped down the grain Dirt. Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work. This is not just talking...'"

Song Lanyi nodded, "Mr. Cao is right, so this wine...you can only drink it."

It was only at this time that Duke Cao realized that Song Lanyi was sure of himself.

He shook his head and smiled. He didn't have any complaints in his heart. After taking a sip of the wine, he felt a sense of comfort and ecstasy in his whole body.

After taking a sip of the wine, he immediately felt better.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do again?"

Song Lanyi smiled, spread out a piece of paper, and stood aside to grind for Cao Gong, "Cao Gong, I haven't finished reading the last Dream of the Red Chamber."

"What's so difficult about this?"

Mr. Cao swiped his pen. I don't know if it was because he was drinking because he swiped the ink and the pen very fast. In a short while, a few lines of writing fell down.

Song Lanyi also took advantage of this time to open the drift bottle.

Sure enough, there were several questions from pen pals on it.

She was very anxious at first, throwing dozens of drifting bottles over a day, but later the number of drifting bottles decreased.

Song Lanyi guessed that she might have realized that she was participating in the Ten Thousand Clans Competition.

According to what Mr. Cao wrote, she unhurriedly transferred it to the floating bottle word by word, and marked Mr. Cao's signature at the end.

The drift bottle was thrown out again.

There was no immediate response.

Song Lanyi was not in a hurry, and stood aside, slowly reminiscing about this classic passed down in later generations.

Above the Nine Heavens.

Bai Hua's face was slightly tired.

Seeing Mo Sheng approaching, she rubbed the center of her brows, "Where did you solve it?"

Mo Sheng nodded slightly, and then looked at the Hundred Flowers Saint with some worry: "Your state... are you sure you can get better?"

Bai Hua waved her hand, "It's just a slight injury, it's inevitable, don't worry about it."

As she spoke, she suddenly felt a little hot.

At this time... who else could come to her?
Bai Hua was puzzled at first, then, as if she had thought of something, a look of joy appeared on her face.

Could it be... that little friend is here?

Surprised, she ignored Mo Sheng and turned on the screen directly.

Mo Sheng also watched in amazement.

What kind of fairy character is this, who actually provokes Bai Hua, who has always been careless, to become so... anxious.

Mo Sheng could only come up with the word "monkey anxious".

The Saint of Hundred Flowers looked at the writing on the screen fascinatedly, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes clapping his hands and laughing.

This made Mo Sheng also curious.

What the hell is it that can attract a saint with joy and anger.

Unexpectedly, this look... Mo Sheng himself fell into it.

He didn't know the first half of the plot, let alone the general idea of ​​the book, but it happened to be like this, and he read it with great interest.

Even the more he watched, the more frightened he became.

He sees deeper than Baihua.

Because through this book, he thought of a person - Pu Song.

He no longer quite understands Pu Song's path.

But the only thing that is certain is that he is preparing to create a brand new way of writing.

This essay... seems to be called a novel.

From the present point of view, this so-called style of writing is exactly similar to the style of writing that Baihua Saint saw.

Thinking of this, Mo Sheng couldn't help getting excited.

"Where did you read this article?"

The Hundred Flowers Saint was still thinking about today's update.

I just feel that the dog author has become a human today.

It's rare to write a big fat chapter.

But when she heard Mo Sheng's words, she was stunned: "What? Could it be that this article...is there another mystery?"

(End of this chapter)