Online Games: This Poison Doctor Is 100 Million Points Strong

On The Shelves Of The Small Theater!

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(A wonderful little story, it is recommended to read it.)

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Lin Hao was having a sweet dream when he was suddenly woken up by a voice.

He sat up suddenly.

I saw a stalwart... No, it was a wretched figure that appeared in front of me.

"who are you?"

Lin Hao looked wary.

His eyes were fixed on the figure.

He was even ready to release the diagnosis of good and evil at any time, to have a limit output, and then to detonate his big move to kill the opponent into scum.

But the figure smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you. Because, you are a fictional character created by me."

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

What's the meaning?

Does this guy who appeared suddenly have a hole in his head?

Also fictional characters!

He is a true transmigrator.

did you create?

Could this wretched guy just come out of a mental hospital and forgot to take his medicine today?

"Why, you don't believe it?"

"Hehe, I believe, I must believe, you are the author of the Feilu Novel Network, I know, I heard that you are a very arrogant big... rushing to the street, right?"

Author Jun: "Bah, bah, what's the big hit on the street?"

"I am the future god!"

"God, do you understand?"

Lin Hao smiled and said, "I understand, the first order is less than ten and the monthly income is one or two hundred, of course I understand."

The author almost choked to death.

"Lin Hao!"

"Don't laugh at me, I'm your creator!"

"It's the author of "Online Games: This Poison Doctor is Billion Dian Strong"!"

"You are the protagonist of my writing!"

"I'll let you die! You have to die!"

"I let you give birth! You can give birth!"

"Do you understand?"

The author is about to explode.

He was actually despised by his protagonist as such a bear.

Is this worth it?

He must be cleaned up.

Let him know who is the creator god of this novel world.

Lin Hao held back his smile.

"Well, since you said I was the protagonist you wrote, please tell me where you wrote it? When will it be on the shelves? How many people subscribed after it was on the shelves."

"Have you ordered ten for the first time?"

"Bah!" The author swears directly, "What's the first ten orders?"

"My future great god, the first order has to be over 100... Bah, bah, bah, without 3,000 orders, can I be the future great god?"

Lin Hao just stared at the author, and smiled lightly.

Not a word was said.

Just look at it.

The author is a little guilty: "Xing Xing Xing, there is no three thousand in the first order, then the thousand will be done?"

Lin Hao continued to smile at the author, but still didn't speak.

The author frowned.

"Okay! Even if there is not one thousand, there are eight hundred!"

"Is there?" Lin Hao wanted to laugh.

"...there...there...six hundred!"

"Really?"

"No, Lin Hao, you are the protagonist in my novel, don't you have no confidence in your own story?"

The author can't take it anymore.

"Six hundred songs to order!"

"It can't be any lower, no matter how low, do you want me to drink the northwest wind?"

"Then... how about five hundred?"

Hearing this, Lin Hao snorted.

"waste!"

"You are too embarrassed to say it for five hundred songs? How dare you say that the protagonist you wrote is me, and I, Lin Hao, are so handsome and so good that they are only worth five hundred songs?"

"Where did you come from!"

"Walk slowly without sending."

The author Jun smiled bitterly: "Well, Lin Hao, look, after midnight, the book will be on the shelves. As the protagonist of this book, you go and ask the readers to give them the first order. chant."

"Should I beg?"

Lin Hao smiled dismissively.

"Do you really think I believed your nonsense and regarded myself as the protagonist in your novel?"

"Please, ask for it yourself, I don't have time to accompany you to a crazy nonsense."

The author's face sank.

"Lin Hao! You really don't ask for it?"

"Do not seek!"

"You really don't ask for it?"

"Do not seek!"

"If you have the ability, say it again!"

"I don't ask, I don't ask, I just don't ask, it's not a problem to say it a hundred times."

The author is very angry.

But the next second immediately changed to a weak expression.

"Brother Lin Hao, you look so handsome. The readers must be selling your face. Do me a favor and ask the readers for a first order."

"I promise, I will write you more imposing, more handsome, and more awesome in the future!"

"How about it?"

Lin Hao shook his head speechlessly.

"Brother, please, go where it came from, I still have to sleep, you are already breaking into the house without permission, do you know?"

The author can only sigh.

"Hey...I didn't want to say it, but you forced me."

"You're going to play against a genius who wants a place in the airborne elite training camp, and the reason you want to get this place is because you have the key to the Dragonbone Secret Realm in your hand."

"You, you want to travel to the Dragon Soul Base City to investigate at a public expense and find out the secret realm of the keel."

"And then become the master of the Dragonbone Mystery."

"What I said is not wrong, right?"

"Since you don't help me ask the readers for a first order, then I can only write you as a monk. I can't find a daughter-in-law in my life, I get hit by a car when I go out, I choke on drinking water, and I eat instant noodles without seasoning packets..."

Lin Hao was stunned!

The Dragonbone Rift key thing.

is his secret.

How could this lunatic know that?

Is it!

Is he really a novelist?

Lin Hao panicked immediately.

"Wait a moment!"

"I... I believe it, don't curse me, can't I beg?"

"Dear readers, you've all seen this, just give this poor author a first order, for my sake, okay?"

"Please everyone!"

"Even if everyone dislikes too few chapters, after twelve o'clock tonight, give him a first order, and then slowly raise the book."