What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

Panda could never figure out why he was beaten for not waiting for the author's update, which was already irritating enough.

Was there something wrong with this bet from the beginning...

But when he saw Sanwa who was hitting someone turn around to hit the sandbag, Panda began to feel lucky that the punch on the face just now was so light.

The guy didn't wear any bandages or gloves on his hands. He just punched him and the fifty-kilogram plastic sandbag floated high, like a weightless cowhide bag.

After the beating, he even shouted: "It's too light."

Over there, Zhong Yi's face looked like Chi Xiang.

Panda weighed it, and it seemed that he was not much heavier than the sandbag, probably less than twice as much... If he really received such a punch, how much higher would he be able to float?

The sandbag was thrown back, and the third child didn't seem to have any experience, so he punched him straight and straight, but the punch missed the center point, and the sandbag whirled and hit his face with a "dong".

Panda couldn't help but tremble subconsciously after seeing it.

As a result, Sanwa was hit hard, and there seemed to be a faint golden light flashing, so she covered her nose and rubbed it, and continued to grunt and step forward to punch, and continued to say: "It's a little gentle, but I'll practice like this for the time being." …”

Panda cautiously went back to playing World of Warcraft.

No wonder the superpower is invulnerable. I feel that even the real three children may not be as ferocious as this one. Please don't offend this man in the future.

Moreover, this man not only boxed, but also did all the other muscle-training items such as barbells and so on. After that, he had to go to the rooftop to practice piles, which meant that he did not do any mental exercise... Of course, what kind of mental training can such a muscular man do? Ah, in short, that attitude of diligent training can put the entire black room to shame.

It doesn't matter, it's not like I haven't worked so hard before. Wan Zijun was more enthusiastic at first, and within a few days everyone was lying down. It's normal...

Chu Ge didn't know how many days his energy would last. It seemed that it was similar to the days when he practiced at home. Apart from the fact that he had to ride a small electric donkey over, there wasn't much difference.

It's not that he doesn't practice spiritually, it's that after a round of inspection, he felt that the spiritual training methods here were not of much use to him, and the soul-forging method taught by Qiu Wuji was something that truly suited him.

Although it seems to be very slow to take effect, just be slow, as long as it works.

The stake facilities on the rooftop are really good. They are electric stakes and are movable. You can step on the stakes to practice footwork, and you can also practice dodging the stakes below.

Zhong Yi said that evasion and running away are topics that people with supernatural powers must study first, but Chu Ge is the only one in the entire black room who can practice this way.

"It's a subject that must be studied, so why don't you practice it?" Chu Ge asked Zhong Yi.

"Because I won't feel any pain."

"Then he will die too."

"I also want to try to see if I will die if I fail to get out of the way."

Chugo was speechless.

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The following days became very regular. Chu Ge would come to the black room to practice when he was free every day after coding, and would go back to tease Qiu Wuji when he had nothing to do.

It feels similar to office workers who work nine to five and go to the gym at night.

When taking a shower, Chu Ge would sometimes feel a little dazed when looking at himself in the mirror.

These muscles have begun to form lines... Logically speaking, this time is not long, and the exercise is not so fast. Is this related to the combination of golden bell running?

Can exercises help regulate muscles to optimal condition?

The person in the mirror is so handsome and energetic...

Is this really me?

Yes, this is me after Qiu Wuji.

Qiu Wuji rarely came to the black room. Occasionally he would accompany him, but when he did, he would stand aside and watch without practicing anything. She spends most of her time hiding in her room, reading books and watching TV shows, chatting in groups, reviewing books, and studying various recipes to cook.

Looking at that little figure lazily leaning on the sofa watching TV, and holding a piggy pillow, there is no trace of the early meaning of "I want to know the world" at all. It looks like a pig living a comfortable and leisure life. The edges are smoothed, and the useless cat is lying down and being masturbated.

But Chu Ge knew better than anyone else that her real body in another world was moving around, and the sword was stained with blood under the autumn water.

"Is this your work-rest balance?" Chu Ge came out of the shower and wiped his hair and asked.

Qiu Wujian watched the man and woman kissing on TV with a flat face, and said lazily: "Half and half, I'm studying how to write a book, and reading books and watching TV shows are all for this."

This means I start practicing Qigong and you start writing a book. Our roles have been reversed? Chu Ge found it very interesting and said with a smile:

"There's something there. Are you really going to take over my gun and write your own story?"

"Can't I write a new book myself? I already understand it very well!" Qiu Wuji said: "I also want to try the feeling of creation, and can I make money?"

Seeing the way she almost had her hands on her hips, Chu Ge was silent for a moment: "Do you know how many writers there are in the world?"

Qiu Wuji casually picked up his phone and searched it, and said, "Tens of thousands, maybe. I am very confident in picking one out of ten thousand. Even if I am a novice... uh, eh???"

The search results clearly showed: "As of now, the number of online writers nationwide has reached more than 17.5 million..."

Qiu Wuji: "..."

Chu Ge: "..."

This is actually similar to when I watched the anti-Japanese drama. In fact, no one was trying to kill the Japanese, and there were not so many writers... But this is what you searched for yourself, I am not lying to you...

Chu Ge coughed twice and said leisurely: "Writing novels is a dead end. If you want to experience the feeling of creation, you can give it a try. Don't expect to make money yet."

"But I am still using your money in vain..." Qiu Wuji said: "I think the 10,000 yuan I robbed at that time is almost enough... I will open a book after I have established my identity. I have to give it a try."

Chu Ge's cheek twitched twice. Not only is it about the same, but don't you know how many clothes, shoes and bags you bought during this period?

Alas, the season is about to change, there is no way...

Chu Ge sat down next to Qiu Wuji and watched the men and women on TV with her: "Whoever follows the other, don't mention money..."

Qiu Wuji turned to look at him: "To exist independently in this world, you need to make your own efforts. You also said so."

"It's all work. Working for the capitalists is worse than working for me. It's not the same."

"I've searched, and this is called a housewife." Qiu Wuji said with a straight face: "Don't try to fool me, we are not related to that."

Chu Ge was heartbroken: "The labor and management will go and kill the mother-in-law tomorrow."

Qiu Wuji hugged the piggy pillow and thought in a trance: "The black room said they would take orders and make money. Why haven't they been there these days? This money can be made."

"They only have a few orders in a few years, and they still have their own jobs." Chu Ge said: "Anyway, if you want to write a book, just write it. We will discuss it after you decide."

Qiu Wuji reached out and grabbed his waist: "You're just going to curse me like this!"

"Hey..." Chu Ge quickly defended and grabbed her hand: "I just said if, if~"

"You didn't say the word "if"! Even if you did, it would be a curse. You..."

The dialogue was coming from the TV: "You are ruthless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable!"

"Then you are not heartless? Not cruel? Not unreasonable?"

Half of Qiu Wuji's words were cut off in his throat, and he became silent.

The hand was still in his, and both of them seemed to have forgotten this.

Her little hands were not hot in this summer, they were cool and soft, as comfortable as jade, and she didn't want to let go.

"You even touched my hand." She said suddenly.

Chu Ge woke up from his dream: "Ah...ah?"

Qiu Wuji watched the TV with wandering eyes: "Teach me how to write a book. I see that your outline is layer by layer. There are so many skills..."

Chu Ge looked strange.

So this relationship adds a new layer of BUFF?

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