A few days later.
In the saint's bedroom, the beaded curtains are gently swaying.
Bibi Dong After finishing the day's government affairs, he rubbed his sore eyebrows.
The maid gently placed a stack of newly delivered manuscripts on the desk and said, "Your Highness, Dragon Rising City has sent a new manuscript from over there."
"Leave it alone."
Bibi Dong said casually.
At first, she just wanted to read them randomly to pass the time and soothe her tired mind.
After all, Heaven-Equal's previous novels were all exciting novels with high emotions and decisive killings...
However, as the pages of the book turned over, the atmosphere in the Saintess Hall quietly became depressing.
Bibi Dong couldn't help but sit up straight, frowning slightly, his eyes fixed on the page of the book.
When Yang Jian personally imprisoned his sister in Mount Hua and endured the ridicule of gods and Buddhas and the curses of relatives, Bibi Dong's heart suddenly tightened.
She recalled her despair when she was imprisoned in Secret Chamber by Qian Xunji, and the loneliness that no one in the world could understand.
The suffocating feeling of being surrounded by the whole world and being alone and helpless instantly hit the softest and most fragile line of defense in her heart.
The pages of the book are turning faster and faster.
When he saw Yang Jian having been deprived of his cultivation, curling up like a dead dog on a dirty and muddy street corner begging, with even wild dogs snatching away the moldy buns in his hand, Bibi Dong's breathing suddenly became heavy.
"Why... why is this happening?"
She whispered to herself, and a hazy mist appeared in her usually cold eyes.
When the plot advanced to Fuxi Water Mirror in broad daylight, and the family members were regretful and crying, and when they were about to reunite, Bibi Dong breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
She thought that after all the hardships there would be happiness, and the right path would eventually have its echo.
But then.
Asura God King That ruthless judgment fell from the sky.
On Investiture Platform, the body is burned by the fire, and True Spirit are all destroyed!
Snap!
A drop of hot tears slipped uncontrollably from the corner of Bibi Dong's eyes and hit the yellowed rice paper, turning the four ink characters "Yang Jian died" into a blur of ink stains.
"That's not the case..."
Bibi Dong clutched the stack of manuscripts tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.
"That was clearly not what was written in the previous outline!"
"Chenxiang cut down the mountain to save his mother, reunited mother and son, reunited the whole family... How could it be like this!"
"Adaptation is not nonsense! Heaven-Equal... How dare you write like this!"
The extremely suppressed grief and anger exploded in his chest. Bibi Dong stood up suddenly and slapped his hand on the jade table in front of him.
Boom!
The fine white jade case almost cracked with several cracks on the spot.
Bibi Dong closed his eyes, tears rolling down again.
Heartache.
The empty pain, as if a piece of flesh and blood had been dug out of her chest, kept her awake all night.
Early next morning.
Even though Bibi Dong resisted in every possible way, the reason as the person in power still prevailed.
Although this book is depressing, there is nothing in it that goes against the teachings of the Spirit Hall.
Besides, Wukong is still one of our own, so Bibi Dong still follows the agreement, approves the printing and distribution, and sells it throughout the mainland!
In addition, Bibi Dong does not want to bear this pain alone, and also wants to let the world feel the same pain as her.
Just a few days later, all Spirit Hall branches of the Spirit Hall and all Publishing House of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect launched their efforts at the same time.
"God Realm Legend: Precious Lotus Lamp" swept the streets of major cities instantly with the momentum of a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves!
Heaven Dou City, Moonlight Pavilion.
In the quiet and elegant attic, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Tang Yuehua was sitting by the window, holding the book that had been turned to the last page in his hand, and his whole body was as dull as a clay sculpture.
Two lines of clear tears silently wet the skirt of his clothes.
"In this world... there are people who value love and righteousness so much and have such a miserable life..."
She covered her face and cried, feeling that her whole heart was being torn and painful, and she could no longer even play a complete melody.
Spirit City, the young master's bedroom.
Qian Renxue hugged the new book that had just been delivered to her and huddled in the corner of the bed, crying until her eyes were red and swollen.
"Woooooooo..."
"How could this happen..."
"Yang Jian is obviously a great hero, why would Asura God treat him like this!"
The little girl wiped away her tears and choked with grievance and discomfort. "Monkey Bro is too ruthless in writing, and to be able to write such a miserable story, how much pain is he pretending to have in his heart..."
"When he wrote this book, he must have felt very uncomfortable. He must have felt more uncomfortable than me..."
"No, I have to comfort him and let Monkey Bro know that I am still by his side!"
She thought of the handsome young man who patiently chatted with her in the Library Pavilion, and the sorrow and protective desire in her heart were wildly intertwined. She just wished she could fly to Dragon Rising City immediately, hold that "Monkey Bro" who seemed to have been wronged so much, hold him in her arms, and love her deeply.
The idea of the love brain is so outrageous.
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
In the backyard of the sect master's hall, Ning Fengzhi sat on a stone bench and did not move for a long time.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin is also holding a book, with his two white eyebrows tightly knitted together.
"This kid... writes like a knife, one fast and one slow, which hurts people's hearts."
Chen Xin said with a complicated tone, "I never thought that I have lived for most of my life and am used to seeing separation between life and death. Today, I would be disturbed by a page of mortal stories."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a wry smile and put down the cool tea, "Heaven-Equal may be young, but in the field of literature, he is already a Grandmaster. He really understands people's hearts."
"As soon as this book comes out, readers all over the world will go crazy."
Ning Fengzhi is correct.
In less than three days, the entire continent was completely plunged into a huge wave of sadness!
In major restaurants and teahouses, the "Divine Realm fans" who usually talk loudly are now sitting together one by one, looking depressed and with red eyes.
"Asura God! I'll fuck you!"
"Why should Yang Jian die on Investiture Platform! Why!"
"True Lord Erlang is so miserable, he has never lived for himself for a day in his life..."
"Where does Heaven-Equal live? I want to send him specialties! Send specialties to him!"
Dragon Rising City, Siheyuan.
Wukong's clone is lying on the rocking chair, fanning the cattail leaf leisurely.
In the void, a vast and majestic torrent of emotions that was almost terrifying was crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, converging crazily towards his body!
Sadness, unwillingness, reverence, regret...
Countless readers' Mental Power was detonated by extreme emotions and turned into the pure power of faith!
All readers are mourning for Yang Jian, and they are all longing for that unruly pride that would rather break than bend!
And the source of that pride is none other than Chaos Demon Ape!
The golden Fortune light beam soared into the sky, and was cloned into Jieyin. Then, following the mysterious connection deep in the soul, it continuously crossed the barrier between the two realms and poured into Dragon Valley far away in the depths of Far North!
Dragon Valley Space.
On the desolate and silent plains, neat stone tombs stand for miles.
At this moment, Wukong is carrying a huge tombstone and firmly inserting it in front of a real Dragon Tomb that has just been buried.
Boom!
Suddenly, an indescribable majestic golden light crashed down from nothingness and poured directly into Wukong's eyebrows!
Wukong's figure suddenly shook.
At Upper Dantian.
That Spiritual Soul Core was spinning like crazy after a long drought.
Divine Sense in the sea of consciousness began to expand and solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Bloodline Soul Core and Lower Dantian were also resonated, and the sound of dragon roars and roars exploded one after another in his body.
The oppressive feeling of three hundred times the gravity was actually diluted by half of the surging power in the body at this moment!