Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

Chapter 418 Forsi's Fantastic Thoughts (Subscribe)

Why?

Why did things become like this?

Forsi, who was eating dessert and singing just now, even thinking about whether to add clothes to herself when it was cold, and using this as an excuse to force Hugh to come into the kitchen to make her a cup of hot coffee, now At this moment, he was standing next to the sofa with a guilty conscience, with his head down, quietly like a quail.

Sitting on the sofa opposite her was a person Fors was already extremely familiar with, and that person was slowly reading the first draft of her new book that had just drafted a beginning.

On the surface, of course, there was nothing wrong with this scene, but Fors only felt like she was taking pills.

There is no other reason, the main reason is that the manuscript Roldi is reading is not her previous one, but another new book that she couldn't resist opening recently.

If I had known that Roldi would come, I would not have put this manuscript on the table... Forsi secretly regretted it, and for a moment regretted it so much that she wished she could turn back time.

When she was so scared that she wanted to bury her head with soil, Lin Ruo also finished reading the manuscript in her hand. He raised his head, looked at Forsi with a gentle and bright smile, and said:

"It's well written, the evil god and the girl redeemed by him, very interesting story."

Hearing this, Forsi couldn't help but raised her head and secretly glanced at Lin Ruo, and couldn't help being stunned when she saw the gentle smile on the other side.

Don't you see it?

Just thinking about it like this, before Forsi breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Ruo went on to say:

"So my story inspired you?"

Ahhh, he really saw it!

Die, die, die!

Forsi was so frightened that his body froze in an instant. With an unprecedented desire to survive, he quickly stammered and explained: "Although, although your experience gave me inspiration, the prototype of the characters is not you and Mr. Fool, I A completely fictional character..."

Listening to Forsi's explanation, Lin Ruo couldn't deny it, of course he could see that although the story may be inspired by him, the prototype of the characters is not him and the Fool.

To be honest, Lin Ruo was not angry about this matter, not to mention that this article is useless as a character prototype, not even a person, but it is used, as a senior author who was once attracted by enthusiastic readers in Wenye, Lin Ruo also said that the same people are like me and Fuyun.

Fans, as if no one has written it.

Before he crossed over, he wrote the fanfiction of Salted Fish and 1.5 meters, would he say it?

Oh, and World and Justice, Sharon and Maric.

So in fact, Lin Ruo, who was not angry at all, was just intentionally scary, then put the manuscript in his hand on the table, looked at Forsi, who had obviously started to imagine his own 108 ways to die, and said: "This kind of subject matter For novels, the publishing house should not let you submit the manuscript."

After all, this is a world where true gods exist. Although the religious environment is not so strict, such novels that openly arrange gods, even if they are only fictional gods, are difficult to be accepted by the public.

"Uh, I know, I don't want to publish, I just write for fun, maybe I won't be able to write a few chapters..."

Forsi obviously didn't adapt to Lin Ruo's leaping thinking at all, but she still replied honestly, while carefully observing Lin Ruo's expression.

Doesn't seem to be angry?

Although she suspected that she had observed a loneliness, Fors could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Have you considered changing the evil god into another Avenger?" Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.

Well, he admitted that although the story was inspired by him making people complain, this story that has nothing to do with him is still good, which made him interested in reading it.

And as long as the evil god's character is changed, Lin Ruo can declare that this story has nothing to do with him at all.

"Another Avenger?" Fors froze for a moment, the writer's desire prevailed at this moment, making her ask: "What kind of Avenger?"

"You should have read the Earl's Return. You can refer to the Count of Monte Cristo." Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.

"The Count of Monte Cristo, the returned avenger, the count who appears to be an aristocrat secretly has another identity and the girl who lost everything. The count rescued the girl. At first, he was just in a sympathy and wanted a suitable knife. He didn't expect to fall in love later. Young girl, but although the young girl regards the earl as a god, at first this feeling was not love..." The more Fors said, the brighter her eyes became, as if she had already had inspiration.

Very good, it's bloody enough, following this trend, licking sugar with a knife, deep sadomasochistic love, and heart-piercing will be indispensable.

"You can write these down. Inspiration is a very precious thing." Lin Ruo reminded, picking up the black tea that Forsi the salted fish had brewed for him when he was trembling on the table.

After hearing this, Forsi the salted fish lost all scruples and immediately began to write. Lin Ruoze waited for her while drinking tea patiently. When Forsi recorded her inspiration completely, and her excited face turned red, Lin Ruo said abruptly:

"I hope to see your new book before the year is over."

Forsi froze for an instant, her face turned pale, she looked at Lin Ruo in disbelief, and lost her voice:

"But, but now there are only two months left before the New Year."

"I believe in your potential." Lin Ruo said unhurriedly, her smile was still warm and bright, but it looked like a devil in Forsi's eyes, "You also have to believe in yourself."

But I don't believe in myself, who can finish a book in two months!

Forsi was still screaming in her heart, but she still had to force a smile on her bright face, and said, "Can I write a short story?"

"No less than 100,000 characters." Lin Ruo took another sip of black tea as she spoke. Although Roselle has been tormenting her, the world has not yet entered the era of online literature, and the number of words required for novels is relatively small.

"One hundred thousand..." Forsi swayed and almost fell down. Her smile was uglier than crying and said:

"If I haven't finished writing..."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. At most, I will let you experience social death." Lin Ruo said with a smile. Because of Russell's relationship, this world has the word sociological death.

You might as well beat me up!

Forsi has closed herself.

After she shut herself up for a while, Lin Ruocai said, "Okay, we're done talking about nonsense, let's talk about business."

"About your meeting with the future teacher tomorrow, I have some small tasks for you. If you can complete them, I will not only give you a corresponding reward, but also give you a grace period of several months for the new book."

"Really?" Forsi's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she got out of the autistic state.

"Of course..." Lin Ruo took a sip of black tea and said, "Your task is very simple. If the new teacher you are going to meet tomorrow is named Dorian, I hope you can calmly mention the matter in front of him. The subject of the judgment angel."

"You should know the relationship between the Angel of Judgment and the Abraham family."