For the entire day, Ling Ping'an was writing.
Under the debt crisis, the young web writer wrote diligently with an unprecedented professionalism.
It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that he stretched.
He looked at the document and saw that he had written more than 13,000 words today!
This was simply a miracle!
An unprecedented miracle!
The latest record in his career!
"If the editor knew, he would definitely give me a certificate of merit..." he looked at the number of words on the document and said happily, "However, I'm a very humble person and don't really want to be in the limelight!"
"Unlike the writers in the group... they make a fuss about nothing and come out to show off..."
Hmm...
He crossed his arms and looked at the words on the screen.
These 13,000 words were basically about the protagonist who had obtained the so-called system. According to the technology provided by the system, he dug up a nest of termites in his backyard and began to cultivate them.
He had already written about the first mutation of the queen and began to secrete a thick liquid.
Of course, this was the credit of the system!
This was the benefit of having a system. Many things that Ling Ping'an himself was confused about could be pushed to the system.
Anyway, it was just that.
There was no need to be too serious about entertaining the public.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an only used the termite queen of Blessed Land as material.
The so-called material was to be used for processing.
Just like in the plot that Ling Ping'an was writing now, other than borrowing the relevant data of the termite queen's mutation, everything else had changed beyond recognition!
Because according to the setting, the protagonist was already suffering from a terminal illness.
Therefore, every time the ant colony that was bound to him evolved, it could extend his life and modify his genes.
Therefore, although there were only 13,000 words, the ant colony only underwent one mutation.
However, the protagonist's terminal illness had improved a lot.
More importantly, the protagonist had obtained an ability from the ant colony. He had the same athletic ability as an athlete.
After checking the manuscript, Ling Ping'an stood up and moved his body.
Meow!
The kitten, Bastet, also stood up from the counter and rubbed against him intimately.
"Little darling..." Ling Ping'an stroked its head. "During this period of time, you'll have to suffer like your brother!"
The new book had to be uploaded within a week!
Therefore, during this period of time, he didn't have much time to play games.
He didn't even have time to play with this little guy!
Meow!
The little fellow cried out softly, as if to say that it was fine!
Ling Ping'an happily picked up the teacup and made himself a cup of tea.
He then shared half of it with his pet!
He turned on the television.
It was still the evening news.
"The popular young man, Wang Qiu, released a long article this afternoon, announcing his temporary retirement …"
"In the long essay, Wang Qiu expressed that he had always felt that he was lacking …"
"After a long period of consideration and deliberation, he has entered the Central Academy of Music of the Empire to further his studies …"
"From today onwards, I will devote myself to the research and understanding of music …"
Ling Ping'an looked at it and was stunned.
Wang Qiu?
Was it the traffic that he couldn't stand listening to last night's wailing and howling?
He actually had such determination?!
At this moment, Ling Ping'an deeply felt that the federal music industry could still be saved!
Because if even the traffic flow had already realized that everything they had right now was a rootless tree, built on an illusory pavilion, and could be eliminated at any time.
Thus, he began to concentrate on practicing his basic skills!
Then, there was still hope for the federal music industry to return to the golden age before the mobile Internet era more than ten years ago!
It was even more likely to drive other people, such as those actors who relied on staring and memorizing numbers on the screen, to truly devote themselves to film and television.
Perhaps, the federal entertainment industry would really undergo an earth-shattering change!
An audience like him was blessed!
Thus, Ling Ping'an immediately took out his phone and clicked on his WeChat read.
As expected, the first trending topic was Wang Qiu's long article, and the second was Wang Qiu sobbing goodbye to his fans …
But …
After Ling Ping'an clicked on it, his entire face turned ugly.
Because, the comment section was in a huge battle!
Wang Qiu's fans and other traffic fans were attacking each other!
When he switched to the top trending topic, the first person had already changed.
The title was: Zhang Mingyao.
Ling Ping'an clicked on it and found that it was the traffic called Zhang Mingyao who posted the article. It was thought that he was mocking Wang Qiu for showing off and hyping up...
The entire comment section was in chaos. All kinds of unsightly words and pictures were flying all over the sky.
The fans of both sides were fighting endlessly!
Ling Ping'an put down his phone.
"Looks like I was thinking too much!" The young bookstore owner sighed.
He turned off the television and prepared to close the door to sleep.
He walked to the door and found that the fog in the streets tonight seemed to be thicker than usual. Even the light of the street lamps had been completely engulfed by the thick fog.
"Autumn is here..." The young bookstore owner said, "Looks like the fog in Jiangcheng City will get thicker and thicker in the future..."
And in the depths of the thick fog, there seemed to be a figure slowly walking over.
He immediately looked forward to it.
… …
Sylvanas fell weakly at the city gate.
The ranger general was finally unable to fight anymore.
The catastrophe army rushed over like a tide.
Silvermoon City was finished!
Everything was finished!
But …
Windrunner still stood tenaciously!
Even if she died, she would die standing!
Hatred was walking towards her, and death was close at hand!
But she no longer had any strength.
She panted. Sylvanas panted.
She stubbornly raised her head and looked in front of her!
"Arthas, even if I die, I won't let you off!" Her eyes looked into the distance at the prince riding on the skeleton warhorse.
The prince of Lordaeron.
The current puppet of the Lich King!
The wind was whimpering, as if it was mourning for Sylvanas, and also for the highborne elves!
Suddenly …
A voice whispered in her ear.
"Do you want to change your fate?"
"That sad and sad fate!"
Cirvanas frowned. "Who are you?"
"You only need to answer. Are you willing or not!" The voice said in a low voice.
Sylvanas looked at the minions of the Scourge that were walking towards her, then looked down at her broken body.
The current her, no matter what kind of straw it was, she would grasp it!
"Yes!" So she gave her answer.
"Smart child!" The voice murmured.
The fog appeared beside her at some point.
And it quickly drowned her!
A few catastrophe soldiers immediately rushed up when they saw this situation.
But …
After they walked into the fog, there was no more sound.
Moreover, the fog quickly disappeared.
It was as if it had never appeared before!
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