The fear in Guan Tianlong's chest was not enough to describe, as if no matter how strong a mouse was, he would tremble when he heard the small cat's cry. He stood in front of this fat man and felt naked all over his body----Well, he was originally naked: "Hahahaha, the Creator God? Can you not make me happy? You are really the Creator God, turn into shit and show me!" The man forced a smile.

Meng Bulao crossed his legs and snapped his fingers, and the next second Guan Tianlong turned into a piece of shit: "How do you feel? Do you believe it now?"

Shit has no eyes, ears, mouth, nose, facial features, and seven orifices, but Guan Tianlong has thoughts. He kept saying to himself: All this is an illusion! Concentrate all your energy and want to open the eye of the painting and break the illusion, but everything is useless. Work hard for a day and a night, and this piece of shit is still a piece of shit.

February 13, 2010 at 17:13:46, Meng Bulao sneezed, and Mr. Shi became Guan Tianlong again: "Do you feel good? Do you want to have another day? I know you have pictures, but that thing is nothing to me!"

Guan Tianlong's hair was blown up, but he still couldn't believe that all this was true. Meng Bulao waved his hand again, and Guan Tianlong's two eyeballs flew into the air. In less than a second journey from his eye socket to the fat man's hand, he seemed to have witnessed the entire universe from the explosion of one point, gradually expanding until it was infinity and compressing into a point of death again. Seeing it rising a tall building, seeing it entertaining guests, and seeing its building collapse, everyone that Guan Tianlong had known in his short life flashed in his mind one by one. When his eyes were held in Meng Bulao's hand, a fat man's weak tone came to his ears: "I'm too lazy to explain to you. If I ask you to believe it, you have to believe it or not. Now do you believe it or not?"

Guan Tianlong's two eyeballs were rumbling straight, but his eyes were not bleeding. He stared at the wall calendar and opened his mouth and said, "I believe it!"

Meng Bulao touched Guan Tianlong's head with a dejected head and said, "Brother Xin has eternal life, and he will be resurrected on the spot after death! A skill for you to solidify! The rebirth of the phoenix is ​​called Nirvana, and the rebirth of the pheasant is called corpse transformation. Whether you are Nirvana or corpse transformation depends entirely on yourself!" The Nine Heavens Snake's Snake rushed down a ray of spiritual light and poured into Guan Tianlong's head, and the passive skill is reborn and solidified forever.

Guan Tianlong felt the full power deep in his heart and said, "God of Creation, do you seem to be in high interest?"

Meng Bulao shrugged his eyebrows and said, "If anyone wants to eat noodles at home on New Year's Eve, he will only earn less than a thousand words from 5:00 to 8:00. I don't think he is very interested, let alone lose weight, and I feel very cold when I don't eat. This house needs some popularity, and this is exactly what I call you out."

Guan Tianlong sat on the sofa, looking at the clock on the wall showing the time. At 19:45:3 on February 13, 2010, 19:45:3, "You can go to drink when you are cold. The slow font is because you are not enlightened, nonsense does not need to be stressed, and the wild thoughts are the selling point of online novels. The lyrics sung by Zhou Da Tongue are so good. The screen should cover the frost, the eaves should block the moonlight, the rivers and lakes should open windows, and the plain operas should play flower guns. You should know what others want to read your novels. Do you understand happiness? I guess you don't understand, don't show off. Be shallower or shallow, where are there so many bitterness and deep revenge? No matter how many foreshadowings of the novel, others can't see it, isn't it in vain!"

Meng Bulao yawned and said, "I don't like drinking, boy, don't be too arrogant. All your thoughts are given by me. I understand what you understand, and I understand what you don't understand. Do you understand this?"

Guan Tianlong curled his lips and said, "People who don't like to drink will definitely not have a complete life. For example, if you want friends but no friends, you have no friends, and even your parents think that their son is smearing them. When you were in high school, a female classmate saw Annie's baby at the age of 17. She was obsessed with it and thought that Beijing was good. She bought train tickets from Harbin to Beijing, and went out of the platform to eat a bowl of wontons. Looking at the rushing crowd, she suddenly felt that Beijing was quite scary. So this girl bought train tickets and returned to Harbin from Beijing - her childishness was ridiculed by you for five years, and what about you? She bought air tickets from Harbin to Sanya in her twenties, and then lie in a business hotel every day to chat with the Internet in Taiyuan, Shanxi. I think you are not mentally retarded, why is this happening?"

Meng Bulao said, "There are many things that work the same as wine, such as marijuana, cigarettes, heroin, and the lips between girls' legs, etc. I came to Sanya because it is warmer than Harbin. It is like a different life after 020 degrees and 020 degrees below 020 degrees. Do you know, people are not unhappy. The reason why they are troubled is because their IQ is too high. Seeing through is sometimes equal to weakness. Because the rules of the game are formulated by everyone, even if you see through, you must abide by it. So you still have a hope. Seeing through yourself will cause trouble for yourself and you will never have any other advantages. Now the network in Taiyuan, Shanxi is gone, so you call you out to chat. You should follow me and say, "Don't poke my pain. Every Creator God is a pervert, and you can't afford to offend you!"

Guan Tianlong walked down the sofa and opened the window. The crackling sound of firecrackers rang out throughout the night sky: "Those things cannot be contaminated. You have no money for drugs, you have no chance, girl, I can guarantee that no one will appreciate your vicious thoughts. Reading you is a waste of time and life, low-level and dirty, and the funny points are extremely vulgar. However, it is not easy to stick to 100 subscriptions until now. Meng Bulao, the great god of Qihuang, I am very curious about what it feels like to have 60 yuan a month!"

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Meng Bulao punched Guan Tianlong in the head: "This is just your opinion, a very one-sided view. Even if my thoughts are like drugs, even worse than drugs, there will definitely be addicts who like them, because stupid public will not favor one or the other. Do you think the master of Qihuang is a joke? I tell you very seriously, it is absolutely not. On the one hand, it is called to ask someone to chat on New Year's Eve, and on the other hand, it is to inform you that the story has been revised. I originally told my editor to change the name and classification, and Master Snake induces readers. In fact, I am a pure and reliable person. But the editor told me to fill out the form for the post contract. This and that bunch of tedious things cost about 50 yuan. Think about it, I earn 60 yuan a month and spend 50 yuan, and the consumption is too high, so even if it is, Master Snake is Master Snake, which is better than this god and that god, and the one who is weak."

Guan Tianlong took Meng Bulao's punch and his whole body was broken into a bloody and fuzzy sky mosaic. But the next second, the sky mosaic was played backwards by the camera and slowly gathered into a human skin, followed by skeletal muscles, and finally revealed Guan Tianlong's rough outline. The man waved his hands to Meng Bulao and said, "Stop making trouble, gentlemen don't do anything. Are you not like drinking because you are afraid of getting drunk? This god and that god, they are really amazing. Didn't you publish a youth confession in the related work, saying you are not jealous? And the Yang God is really good. You spent 2 yuan a few days ago to subscribe. You can't use map cannons at any time. This problem needs to be changed!"

Meng Bulao hummed and said, "I am not afraid of getting drunk if I don't drink, but because the ending of drinking makes me uncomfortable. Why do I choose a way to vent my vent with only happiness in the process and the ending is doomed to be painful? Just like Zhang Siwen and Liu Meiyang, these two characters actually have many, many foreshadowings, but because of the real problems, I feel very disgusting when I think of their names, and even feel less immersive than Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Mazi. At that time, I thought it very clearly and wrote down those words with a notebook, but I may not be able to say it. Just like the four lectures and five beauties of harmonious society, family planning, everyone is equal to the law of equality, Xinjiang bricks resist strictness and go home for the New Year... Go home for the New Year, where is my home, the beauty in the east, the Yellow River in the west, give me a glass of wine, don't stop until I get drunk, I forgot the following words."

Guan Tianlong looked at the wall clock and showed that on February 13, 2010, 20:19:55, the annual Spring Festival Gala had begun. He advised Meng Bulao, "There is never a happy process in this life, and the result is a happy way to vent. If you want to make money, you have to endure hardships. If you want to lose weight, you have to go hungry. If you want to be a girl, you have to become handsome and rich. What a simple truth. It is easy to know how difficult it is, don't treat yourself as a human being. When you encounter suffering, you will grit your teeth and pass. Think about it. You are squeezed at the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. At the peak of the Spring Festival travel rush, you will pay for a train ticket to go home for the New Year. If you meet your father for five minutes, you will be in vain and you will be in vain for more than 20 years. You are stupid and buy tickets to return to the city you call home. Take two slutty money and fly to Hainan and Sanya. Why bother? You said that a person doesn't even like his parents, so how can you lose your compost meat?"

Meng Bulao was a little crazy: "I am accumulating motivation. Fighting requires reasons. This is not a process of venting. I believe my future is bright. If I can earn 3,000 yuan a month, I will not sell fake cigarettes and wine again. I can proudly tell them whenever I meet everyone, I am a writer! That's right, there are writers sitting at home every day! I don't have any pressure, I don't have any burden. I can do 500 words per hour, and I can do 2,500 words per hour. It's a big deal. A man can't say no, hahahaha..."

Guan Tianlong looked at him coldly: "Aren't you venting now? Survival of the fittest, and it is better to blame yourself than to blame the world. It is inevitable to vent, just like when you are anxious, you will find special services. This is a natural conditioning reflex in your heart, and this is the instinct of living creatures to survive. You harmed that girl Fan Yueqiao at the age of sixteen. She blatantly did things with her in class. People resisted and cleaved your claws and you still ignored it. Think about how many harmful things you have done in more than 20 years. Now the time for retribution has come, one life, two fortunes, three Feng Shui, four accumulations of good deeds and five readings. How can you accomplish if you don't accumulate good deeds? Money is not a problem. With your ability to steal and earn 30,000 in two days, you will either die or make a fortune.

, Death will only be killed by others and not starve to death. Do you think it is awesome to write novels? Do you think it is awesome to know martial arts? Do you think it is awesome to write 300,000 words in two months? Do you think it is awesome to beat three people? You are awesome to pee and look at yourself. You are a false man at all, and you are hypocritical to anyone, even yourself! I have been cheating myself for a long time and even believe it yourself. In fact, what are you? You are nothing. Wake up, as of New Year's Eve, as of 20:34, others eat dumplings, meat, this and that, and you only eat a bowl of noodles, which is enough to show the problem. Poor people must have something hateful. Are there two sluts and money that are awesome? The New Year makes you unable to spend money even if you have money! It's so refreshing!"

Meng Huo Meng Bulao looked at the flashing neon lights and fireworks in the night sky outside the window for a long time and sighed for a long time and said, "In fact, many searches are self-inflicted. Humans are also animals. Animals should not leave their territory at all. Tigers can't even beat jackals when they enter the grassland. Do you understand this?"

Guan Tianlong sneered and said, "I understand, you wrote this sentence on your blog many years ago, and it was widely reprinted by others. For the sake of the girl named Yang Weiran, oh, what is her real name? Yang Yannan? Hahahaha, in this era, everyone is more than kidney deficiency, and the name has changed. Isn't it good to say that your name is Guan Xinyu? Your father hopes that you will open up a new universe, and you have done it. You are all the god of creation, and you are not dissatisfied with it? Why is Guan Yiran? Register a vest to give yourself a reward, do you think you have a water in your head? "

Meng Bulao had no expression on his face: "I wrote it myself, but I can't do it now. Everyone wears various masks and lies for different reasons. Only with vests on the Internet can there be real things, so it seems valuable. If a person doesn't even have a vest on the Internet, then he is either a fool or a big fool."

Guan Tianlong shrugged and said, "I am also against myself almost every day. People seem to be like this. Many of our behaviors are not controlled by ourselves. I find you are quite strange. Sometimes your thoughts are too far-fetched, you are very radical, and sometimes your thoughts are too far-fetched, and you are very destined."

Meng Bulao laughed wildly, and the demon's wings appeared behind him, with a grim expression, saying, "Everyone can be broken down into at least two independent individuals. I am like this, and you are like this. The Seven Wilderness God has seven faces. Which one do you think is true? The reason I found you is because others don't understand me, so I can only play with myself. To put it bluntly, you are also one of my seven faces. I think people who write novels can be divided into three levels, the first level is to incarnate everything, and each character author can integrate his soul into it and put it in the supporting role.

All the supporting roles were written alive, so that while the author was schizophrenia, he became! The so-called "unsuccessful" without being crazy is this truth. The second-class almost, this type of author can only transform into a few fixed characters, the protagonist and supporting role are slightly better. As for supporting roles, they are the same and have no novelty. You can guess the last one when you see the first one. I am in this category now, and the third-class is even worse. I can only integrate into the protagonist and even the protagonist. I can write and write, forget the back after writing, and I don’t know what I wrote at the end."

Guan Tianlong comforted Meng Bulao and said, "I believe that your schizophrenia skills can be done better. Every fat man has a sensitive and fragile heart. Every time you are stimulated, your heart is broken into eight petals. Over time, the schizophrenia method is approaching perfection. Millions of you are you. Whether to the left or right, people and people themselves need each other. Since you can't do this, you can only need yourself. Kill the three corpses to prove Hunyuan, kill all good thoughts, evil thoughts, and obsessions, and they will become your support!"

Meng Bulao poked his head out of the window and acted like he was vomiting: "Rely, I haven't heard it for a long time."

Guan Tianlong stood behind him and said, "But occasionally, even you need such words. We are very conflicted. On the one hand, we open our hearts and on the other hand, we have an obligation to negotiate. For example, you always think that if a girl likes you wholeheartedly when you are down and out, even if she is Luo Yufeng's respect, you will admit it. But this is not realistic and unreliable. Regardless of whether Luo Yufeng's sister will like you, even if they like you, will you really like others? It's wonderful at the beginning every minute, and I always feel that passion will never decrease. In addition to the little tiredness after the circles and crosses, you said that you hope a girl will open your heart to you. It would be better to find a girl to open her body to you. The special service is 800, and Sanya is very expensive. Go back to Harbin tomorrow?"

Meng Bulao sneered: "I wonder if other people in this world will be like me?"

Guan Tianlong said: "You are by no means the loneliest, no one is special. No one fully understands you, just like you will not fully understand anyone!"

Meng Bulao said: "Yes."

Guan Tianlong said: "So we don't need to set standards for ourselves. Just live by. It's useless to think too much. I know you want to reform and arrange it for me to go to another world. Although it's a bit bloody to clear the memory setting, everything else can be accepted."

Meng Bulao said: "You have mentioned the key points. In fact, this chapter in the outline only talks about this. The virtual online game has not developed any more. I can't find any way out for the game in another world. It's good to clear my memory. Otherwise, how can I explain the existence of me, the Creator God? The reason why people are troubled is because of their diligence. I hate the most that God gave me the figure of a pig but not the brain of a pig. If I can be honest, even if I am a farmer, a migrant worker, or a cleaner who sweeps the streets and gets the toilet, I will definitely be happier than now, so I can only feel wronged. The game is going to another world. The road is long and arduous, and I will go down to search."

Guan Tianlong said frustratedly: "Actually, in the end of the chat, it's like nothing. I guess you're just because you are not used to the climate of Hainan Island's 20 degrees winter, and your brain is a little fever and impulsive. When you return to Harbin and calm down, you will probably have new ideas."

Meng Bulao said: "I have no other advantages, that is, keeping my promises, emphasizing friendship, slim fame, and neglecting wealth and profit. Although many things I do seem to have no meaning, I must continue to do it and continue to do it to have a say. For example, I am quite cold now, and finding a girl to warm the bed will not be cold. This is the rule that behavior will inevitably lead to results. I will pay attention to the results first and then adjust the appropriate behavior. As long as the results can be achieved, everything else will be easy to say."

Guan Tianlong's body turned into halos and gradually dissipated. A voice came from the void: "Looking at the Spring Festival Gala, fat man, I'm tired too. Before I leave, I want to say, you are really hopeless!"

Meng Huo Meng smiled nervously and said, "Are you praising me?"
Chapter completed!