The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Ansier wrote the title of the book "Breaking the Sky" on the cover of the parchment.

That's right, after thinking about it, he finally decided to write this book, the originator of Xiaobaiwen in the online literary world.

In fact, Ansier originally wanted to write Western fantasy novels, after all, it was more in line with this world.

But there is a huge problem with this, and that is that it doesn't match up in many details.

Ansier did not write novels in his previous life. Although he said he was a copywriter, he actually wrote the general plot. If he revised the details, it would be beyond his ability.

From this point of view, Valk's idea is not wrong. If Ansair is really allowed to write a novel by his own ability, he can probably only write his own autobiography of Longsheng.

However, Ans Air is not completely without any of his own creations. He made a far-reaching change, which is to change all the "people" in it to "kobolds".

Earning gold coins, it's not shabby!

This kind of representative work of an era at the Internet level, Anse Er has not watched too much in his previous life, so the plot is still relatively clear, and the writing is also handy, the plot is like a stream of water.

Well, very watery.

Ansier uses the common language of the continent, and the pen in his hand is not a simple pen, but a magic tool, so his writing speed is not slow.

Even so, it took Anseir two hours to finish Chapter 7.

"Hoo~"

Anse Er let out a long breath and showed a satisfied smile.

He always felt that the entertainment facilities in this world were very backward. It seemed that apart from fighting and cultivating, the only entertainment was eating and sleeping.

Although he wrote it himself this time, Ansier was once again delighted by revisiting the online novel from his previous life.

As far as this novel is concerned, it is definitely a dimensionality reduction blow in this world.

Ansier flicked the parchment in his hand and handed it to Valk, who had been sitting quietly beside him watching "The God of Law and His One Hundred and Eight Female Apprentices".

"I'll just say you can't do it. You only wrote for two hours. Even if you use a magic pen, you can only write tens of thousands of words."

Valk took Anseir's manuscript and looked at it with contempt.

[The power of fighting, the third stage! 】

"The power of fighting? Is there such a division of fighting qi?"

Valk looked at Ans El with a puzzled expression. Could it be that in the past thousand years, humans outside the world have conducted new research on vindictiveness?

Ans El turned the parchment in Valk's hand to the cover with his fat dragon claws, and pointed to the introduction under the title of the book.

"The background of my novel is not in our current world. This is a story that happened in the world I imagined. Do you understand the alternate world? I don't know how many versions of these books are ahead of you."

Ansel's plausible words made Valk stunned for a moment.

Only then did he realize that there was a brief introduction under the title of the book. He thought that Ansair would write the title and introduction directly on two pages because he wanted to mix up gold coins so much.

Unexpectedly, Ansi Er was not such a greedy dragon, and Valk's score for An Si Er was better.

However, Ans El has regarded all of Valk's treasures as his own, and he doesn't care about this petty profit at all.

"The writing and atmosphere are not bad. Although the rhetoric is not very flashy, I didn't expect that you, as Jinlong, actually have some creative talent."

Valk commented, pretending to be an expert.

However, with the development of the plot, Valck gradually became immersed in the plot. He took off the single-rimmed glasses on his right eye and put his face on the parchment.

Ansel curiously picked up Valk's glasses and looked at them, and found that the glasses were not polished at all, they were just flat lenses.

This kobold looks like he does something else.

That's right, he's a demigod anyway, or he's short-sighted.

"It's a good sentence for three hundred years of Hedong and three hundred years of Hexi, don't bully the poor puppy!"

Valk's eyes narrowed together, as if enjoying it.

Although the kobold races are inferior to humans in the talent of magic creation, their lifespan is still much longer than that of humans, especially after being promoted to legendary and demigods, so Valk has no sense of disobedience.

"It's well written, but I feel like I didn't say anything in 10,000 or 20,000 words."

Valk shook his head and said, in other words, he felt that Ansier's writing was too watery.

"That's not much to talk about? In chapter seven, I not only introduced the background identity of the protagonist, the relationship between the characters, but also explained the basic situation and occupation of the world, and the most important thing is to raise a sense of expectation for his future rise."

Ansier shook his head and explained.

"A sense of anticipation?"

Valck held up glasses that did not exist. There has never been a reference book on how to write on the mainland, so he was very unfamiliar with this term.

"Looking at Xiao Yan's transformation from a genius to a useless person, and being divorced so tragically, after making a three-year contract, he must work hard to become stronger and regain his face, and slap other kobolds who look down on him."

Ans El gave Valk a little spoiler, which aroused his interest in reading even more.

But Valk said something strange.

"But is it just a waste of money and a divorce? I think it's alright~www.novelmt.com~ At least no family is ruined, and then childhood sweethearts get married as a wife, and when they finally get married and have children in the future, only to find out that the son is the child of his enemy. …”

Valk didn't mind sharing the routines he had read with Ans El.

If this was put in the previous life of Blue Star, it would be a Shennong clan who had tried hundreds of poisons.

Readers in this world don't seem to have any requirements for poisonous spots. If they change to past lives...

Ans Aier once also learned about the creation of online texts, but he gave up after learning about it.

He felt that if his transmigrated Longsheng was adapted into a novel, there would definitely be a bunch of readers who would criticize him for being a dignified dragon and still be unable to beat humans. The skills in the alliance could not make him stronger than the God of Creation in an instant. abuser.

Although Ansier believes that he can stay invincible until he is invincible, he does not know how long it will take.

Thinking of this, Ansel couldn't help patting Valk on the shoulder.

This is a local tyrant reader with less requirements and more rewards.

Ansier stretched out, the sky was getting dark outside, and the missing corner of the moon was slowly rising.

The moon is orange, not so bright red. Ans El did not feel any discomfort. This is indeed a more suitable place for the strong to live.

He pulled Sandro, who had been quietly watching "Introduction to Magic", and walked out.

"Hey, Your Excellency Ansair, where are you going? Your novel isn't finished yet!"

Seeing that Ansel wanted to leave, Valk clenched the parchment in his hand and stood up, shouting to Ansel.

"I'm sleepy, I'll update tomorrow!"