Zhongli

After listening to Zhong Li's words, Zhong Li's interest was aroused: "Novel world? Novelist?

"If you want to break through the world of this novel, do you want to sacrifice the lives of eleven executives to open a time-space channel?"

Zhong Li put down the teacup and responded, "At the moment, I am not sure whether to sacrifice the lives of eleven executive officers to open the passage, but I am sure that there is more than this way to break through the world of fiction.

"Then it's up to you, today wait for me to restore my strength to the peak first, and tomorrow I will hand over the control of my body to me, Xiaoying you can first hand over to Rosalind to take care of."

After Zhong Li finished speaking, he turned into red light and returned to Zhong Li's body.

It has now been confirmed that in this novel world, he is the protagonist of the novel.

All the events in the world revolve around itself, and the invasion of the ruins guards a few days ago was probably also planned by the novelist.

According to the characteristics of novelists' writing, it is very likely that in the future, fifty, sixty, or even thousands of ruins guards will be written.

If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the book collapses.

After planning the next trip, Zhongli took out his mobile phone and turned on Genshin, who had not played yesterday.

As soon as it was loaded into the game, the voice of the Tianli maintainer came from the speaker: "Zhongli, you want to ask me what dimension you are in now, right?"

"You already know, why bother asking me."

A strange smile appeared on the white face of the Tianli Maintainer: "Hehe, Zhongli, where you are, you should know better than anyone."

"Or, are you sure you're not in a dream right now

........................ What the? Before Zhongli could react, everything around him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The words of the Heavenly Guardian made Zhong Li wonder: not awake, in a dream.

Surrounded by endless white light all around, just when Zhongli was about to be lost.

"Mom, wake up!"

Hearing Xiaoying's voice, the white light around Zhongli scattered and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhongli opened his eyes and glanced at the date on his phone.

On August 1st, 6:34

is the day to take Xiaoying to the comic exhibition.

Putting Xiaoying on her lap to help her comb the hair on her head, combing and combing, everything around her once again turned to ashes under Zhongli's eyes.

Everything he had experienced before was presented one by one in the form of an old-fashioned videotape.

These tapes seem to tell Zhongli.

You are virtual, and everything around you is only virtual.

"Zhongli, are you awake? Or are you not awake yet..."

Zhongli sat up abruptly, panting heavily in his mouth.

After a while, Zhongli eased himself from the impact of the memories of multiple dreams.

Looking around, it was still the same bedroom, and when I turned my head, I saw a little shadow that was still sleeping.

Pick up the phone on the bedside table and take a look, it is still the same time: August 1, at 6:34 a.m

. to prevent himself from still in multiple dreams, Zhongli slapped himself in the face a few times to see if he was awake.

Syllable...... Syllable...... Snap....

The sound of slapping fills the bedroom, and the sound is crisp and pleasant, without a trace of noise.

Xiaoying was woken up by the sound of Zhong Li's slap, opened his eyes in a daze, and scratched his cheeks: "Mom, what's wrong." Seeing

that Xiaoying was woken up by himself, Zhongli gently kissed Xiaoying on the forehead: "It's okay, if you are sleepy, you can continue to sleep."

Xiaoying rolled over, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Today is the day of the Comic Con massacre, and the physically and mentally exhausted Zhongli has no motivation to save them anymore.

A bustling magic city.

** Close the book in your hand: "Didn't you notice that the characters in the novel you wrote began to behave a little abnormally?"

Holding his cheek, he muttered, "I have a little feeling, but I don't feel that the possibility is great, after all, it is impossible for us to exist in this world of novels."

The answer made ** silent for a few seconds, not that they couldn't understand the meaning of ****, but that they themselves were also supporting characters created in a novel.

"In other words, what do you mean in writing the novel "Zhongli", in order to break through the world that imprisons you like Zhongli in the novel..."

Shaking his head, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and his eyes flashed: "No, I don't have that idea, at least now."

"I only hope that one day, like I wrote Zhongli, I can see with my own eyes the true face of this false world."

"But it's difficult, a supporting role in a novel like us, even if he dies this cheap life, he will never be able to compare with the protagonist, let alone see the world clearly."

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