Quest of Ancient Tombs: The perfect start to play the cold-faced unicorn

Jiang Lingling managed to get rid of those piranhas, but so many corpses appeared again, more than ten minutes passed, and the expedition team has not yet appeared!

Isn't this a scam?

"Snapped!"

Zhao Da slapped to death several corpse weeters climbing up the coffin with a shovel, but more corpse weeters had already rushed over.

Seeing so many corpses, they were all desperate.

"Made, why haven't the people from the rescue team come!"

Zhao Da cursed, feeling desperate.

But at this moment, the program team contacted Jiang Lingling.

"Expedition team, please hold on for a while longer. I don't know why the gate of the underground palace has been closed again. The archaeological team is trying their best to open the gate of the underground palace."

The voice from the program group came over.

As soon as these words sounded.

Everyone is desperate.

The gate of the underground palace is closed!

The rescue team can't come in right now!

Who can open the gate of the underground palace!

Only Zhou You can open it.

Doesn't that mean that they are bound to die!

At this moment, Jiang Lingling and the four of them fell into infinite despair.

It would be great if Zhou You was here, Zhou You must have a way to deal with these corpses, right?

It's a pity... Zhou You hasn't shown up for so long, I'm afraid it really has...

Is that the end?

Looking at the corpse weeters rushing towards them, Jiang Lingling gritted her teeth, picked up the engineering shovel, and slapped every corpse weeter that approached them hard.

But everyone knows that this is a futile struggle!

Testimonials on the shelf, handsome pen must see

It's been a long time since I opened a single chapter, and this is the last time to open a single chapter.

After stumbling and stumbling, it finally reached 12 words, and it's time to put it on the shelves.

10 days, in terms of Feilu, it is quite satisfactory.

Some people say that my writing is not good and I have more requirements.

In fact, there is a reason for this.

I was born in a single-parent family. My parents divorced when I was nine years old. I grew up with my grandfather and never met my parents. My personality is very introverted, which has created a hypocritical personality.

In other words, the kind that is very insecure.

Seeing all the rubbish data in my new book makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I don’t want to write it down.

Now that I've stumbled, it's finally time to put it on the shelves, and I've seen the truth.

I don’t want to cry anymore. After seven years of writing, I haven’t really written a good book. I got some manuscript fees here and there, but it’s not enough for half a pack of cigarettes.

In fact, my heart is somewhat uncomfortable.

I also tried to give up.

My family also looked down on me for writing novels.

Anyway, in the eyes of adults, those who write novels are all rubbish and hanging silk.

My family kept asking me to take the civil service exam, but I didn't want to.

Later, my uncle found me a job carrying water pipes in the water company. It cost 1500 yuan a month without food and lodging.

I felt very uncomfortable.

But there is no way to refute it. After all, I haven’t written any novels that will last forever, and I haven’t made any money. I have no qualifications to refute. I can only secretly grit my teeth and finish the writing.

Later, I heard that Fei Lu can make money as long as he explodes his liver and krypton life.

So I came to Filo.

It's a pity that I really don't seem to have the talent for writing novels.

I came here in December 19, and it has been a year and a half now. I have been writing books until two or three in the middle of the night. After working so hard for so long, my body broke down, and I failed to achieve any results. Sometimes I think, maybe I really don’t Good for writing novels.

But every time I don’t want to write anymore, I still grit my teeth and keep going.

If I don't persevere, won't I be looked down upon by others, and it will be confirmed that people who write novels are rubbish?

Perhaps, some people are wondering why I can’t write twenty to thirty thousand a day like others when I write so late every day.

Actually, it's because I have tenosynovitis.

This is an incurable disease. The cause is that if the fingers or wrists maintain a movement for a long time, the joint membrane will be worn away, and inflammation will form over time.

Once the tenosynovitis occurs, the finger joints will hurt, and you have to take a rest and rub your fingers when typing a certain word, otherwise it will be unbearable.

So I am not fast at coding, and I can only use time to spell out more than 1 words every day.

Alas, it's no use saying that.

I hope you all can give me a subscription.

A subscription is not much for anyone, it is only a dime, and it is still impossible to buy a cigarette.

But for me, it is a great encouragement, I really need your subscription!

I hope everyone can support it!

Even if you are a free prostitute, you don’t want to read this book anymore, but you also hope that you can send me a flower and an evaluation ticket, which can be regarded as an encouragement to me, thank you.

………………

At twelve o'clock tonight, the bosses who haven't slept yet, and the bosses who are free tomorrow morning, please give me a first order, please!

Also!

It's just an update issue.

Tonight, 2 words will be updated at once, which is equivalent to the usual 10 chapters!I haven't saved any manuscripts, and I will code from now on, even if I don't eat, and I endure tenosynovitis to send it out, I still have to code it!

Then tomorrow during the day, update at least 2 words!

It must be fun for everyone to see!

Then there is the issue of future updates.

If the first order exceeds 500, at least 16000 words will be updated every day after it is put on the shelves!

The first order exceeds 1000, 2 words per day!

If it exceeds 1500, you will be desperate, guaranteeing a minimum of 2 words a day, and then add updates crazily, reaching about 3 words!

I hope you guys will support me a lot!

I want to fight!

This time, it's all over!

In addition, if you have any comments, flowers, monthly tickets, etc., you can give me, thank you!

In addition, you can give me an automatic subscription, thank you!

See you at twelve o'clock in the evening!

Rush!

Chapter 64 The Qilin Bloodline, the Last Straw (Subscription required)

"Fuck! Rescue can't come?"

"Nimma! There are so many bugs, how can they escape, Miss Sister!"

"The program group definitely wants to harm people. There are so many bugs, how can they persist!"

"It's over! The gate of the underground palace is closed again. No one can open the underground palace except Brother Zhou."

"That's right, Brother Zhou is gone now, and no one can open the gate of the underground palace at all."

"Didn't there be a recorded video before? Try it with Brother Zhou's video."

"That's right, act quickly, otherwise the young lady and the others will really be eaten by bugs."

"I'm a staff member of the program team. At present, the archaeological team workers have tried many methods, including turning on the mechanism according to the method of traveling around and turning the stone platform, but it didn't work. The underground palace can't be opened!"

"It's over, it must be that the mechanism of the underground palace has changed again.~"

"Use explosives."

"Use shitty dynamite, if you can use dynamite, it's already-used."

After the water friends in the live broadcast room heard that the program team said that they could not support for the time being, the whole live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

They have accused the program group of not doing anything, and even the most basic security cannot be guaranteed.

But at the same time, they also felt the horror of this exquisite queen's underground palace.

Tricks are changing anytime and anywhere, even if Zhou You has opened the underground palace before, now after such a long time, the entrance of the underground palace has been restored as before, even the traps have changed.

The archaeological team was unable to open the entrance to the underground palace again.

And in this world, there is no second wandering around!

Jiang Lingling shot many dead turtles again, and looked up at the live broadcast equipment.

At the last moment of her life, Jiang Lingling was not so afraid anymore.

She glanced at the live broadcast, and then said with a smile: "Everyone, don't blame the show organizer, there is no way around this."

"Besides, we signed a life-and-death agreement before we came."

"The program team is obliged to save us, but if we have any accidents, we can't blame the program team."

"After all, it's our own participation."

Jiang Lingling's words directly made many water friends burst into tears.

She was able to say such tolerant words even when she was about to die, which directly made her countless fans in an instant.

So kind.

"Young lady is too kind."

"Woooooo!"

"Cry for me!"

"Miss Sister, if you can survive, I will be your die-hard fan!"

"It's a pity for such a good young lady."

"Oh, it would be great if Brother Zhou was here. Brother Zhou must have a solution. His tattoo seems to scare those army ants. I don't know if it will be useful for these corpse stings."

"So what if it's useful, brother Zhou is gone."

"No matter what, Brother Zhou will always be in our hearts."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, but they were still not satisfied with Zhou You.

After all, there are countless people here who are fans of Zhou You.

And because Jiang Lingling is pretty, she was fired to form a cp with Zhou You, so many people love the house and black, and they are also very kind to Jiang Lingling.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Lingling shoveled another shovel and killed several turtles.

But there were more and more corpses, and the four of them couldn't take pictures anymore, and many corpses had already fallen into the coffin.

"Ow~!!!"