Ma Shilong's writing is OK, but overall it is not a frustration, but it is somewhat congenital to become a great god. In short, life is more than inferior than the top. With this income that is quite affordable, I am living a leisurely life now.

He lives in a suburb with green mountains and clear waters. Because he is a freelancer, he doesn't have to go from 9 to 5. The traffic problem has little impact on him. As long as the express delivery can arrive, there will always be people who can deliver daily necessities to his doorstep, not to mention that there are various errand running platforms that can find people to help him with these and other trivial matters of life.

This day is pretty good... I have been reluctant recently, except for the fact that I was forced to escape by playing games and being punished by the Scythe of the Prison, and ordering radish soup takeout and eating ginseng, there is only one in front of me. A man who claims to be his reader came to him and asked him to complete a novel he had written before, "My Wife is the Queen of Zhou".

In fact, Ma Shilong was not even written in this novel under the current pseudonym. Almost no readers knew that he had such an unfinished work. Eunuch is not a glorious thing. Although Ma Shilong had countless eunuchs, at least he knew right or wrong, he would not be ashamed but proud, and talked about his eunuch history everywhere.

I don’t know where the person in front of me knew that Ma Shilong was the author of this book, and even found his home to ask him to finish the book.

"Comrade author, I have only one purpose here, which is to hope that you can complete "My Wife is the Queen of Zhou". Have you ever thought that your novel will have an impact on whom besides readers?" The young man sitting opposite Ma Shilong said in a gentle tone.

Ma Shilong looked at the young man with ordinary appearance, ordinary height, ordinary clothes, and no special temperament, quiet, distant, clean, and elegant.

If the young man in front of him appears in the novel, there are only two possibilities... either the protagonist or the passerby who doesn't even have a name.

After all, in order to impress readers and demonstrate their ability to portray characters, the author will give the supporting characters some personality characteristics or appearance labels to improve the recognition of the characters. These characteristics and labels can even be used as foreshadowing to facilitate the plot to be unfolded later.

The protagonist is different... The protagonist can have a distinct personality, so ugly that he is chopped up or handsome that he is chopped up.

The protagonist can also be ordinary... He is the "protagonist", he only needs this label, and everything else is not that important.

"Who else will it have an impact?" Ma Shilong came to his senses. He had already formed a professional habit. Many times, when looking at people and things, it is easy to get distracted by a writing mind. The young man in front of him is Qin Luming. Ma Shilong remembers that Qin Luming also mentioned it when he introduced himself. Qin Luming was also writing online novels.

He is a newbie, always very enthusiastic, has many ideas, is emotional and active in thinking, but it is often difficult to express exactly what is thinking in his mind.

"The characters in the book."

"The characters in the book?" Ma Shilong laughed. This statement was a bit too pretentious... Ma Shilong remembered many extreme fans in the book circle, but the books pursued by those extreme fans are all very popular works. Like a novel by his eunuchs many years ago, it actually had extreme fans, which was simply incredible.

"Have you ever thought... in the world you created, those characters are also flesh and blood. They have their own thoughts, their own pursuits, and their own joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness... But when you interrupt your creation, their world will stagnate or collapse... permanently closed in a world where time solidifies." Qin Luming snapped his fingers, "Just like our world, after a snap of his fingers, it will stagnate forever. What will it feel like?"

Ma Shilong's chubby fingers began to press the TV remote control again. If he had known that the other party was such a lunatic, he would have denied his identity when the other party came to him.

"I never thought that our world would not stagnate forever after a snap of my fingers, and the world I created did not have flesh and blood characters at all. That was just a fiction..."

Ma Shilong's voice came to an abrupt end, and a black hammer flew in from outside the window, hitting Ma Shilong in the head.
Chapter completed!