The national god of online games is a girl

Chapter 218

"No way, you can't even look down on this, do you want to have such a high vision! If your vision is so high, I think it is impossible for you to form a team." An Yiyang said.

"You don't need to worry about this."

Now Qian Qiuhan will stop doing it, he thinks about her all the time, but now Feng Xiaoxiao actually says that he doesn't need him to worry about her.

"Then you can do whatever you like, I can't control you anymore." Qian Qiuhan said angrily.

"The food is ready, let's get ready to eat!" An Yiyang said as he put the dishes in his hand on the table and looked at them.

"Hey, Qiu Han, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"Don't pay attention to him, he just has that temper, he likes to eat or not, anyway, it's not me who is hungry." Feng Xiaoxiao said while turning off the optical brain.

Finally, Qian Qiuhan ate.

Even if you are angry, you have to eat!
But the premise is that the meal is still delicious.

"Yiyang, you are a novelist, so would you mind telling me how much your monthly manuscript fee is?"

For those who write novels, and they are still part-time writers, there will definitely be royalties every month.

However, for some writers, the manuscript fee is absolutely unacceptable.

Of course, Feng Xiaoxiao also knew about this.

An Yiyang laughed a few times, and said: "I am an old street writer, and the monthly manuscript fee is just enough to pay the utility bills, and other expenses that are needed in daily life. I save all the money now. Put it in the card, just in case."

"Then have you been writing alone all this time?" Feng Xiaoxiao continued to ask.

"No, there were still many people who wrote with me at the beginning, and some people couldn't keep going after writing, and some people became gods directly after writing a book. It's just that I am an old street, writing One by one on the street."

An Yiyang was so depressed that he died.

My own writing style sounds good, and the plot is also quite good.

He just couldn't figure out why he wrote a book like this!

Although he has published a book now, it may not mean that he has become a god.

Besides, the sales volume of this book is not very good.

"Then have you ever thought about becoming a god?" Feng Xiaoxiao said.

How could it not be?
Every writer who writes novels basically has a dream of a great god.

Looking forward to my own book, suddenly one day it will become popular.

"Becoming a god? It's impossible to become a god in this life. If you write a book, what kind of god will you become?" An Yiyang said with a sigh.

"Then, if I help you become a god, what do you think?"

"Really?!" An Yiyang was so excited that he was about to go forward and hold her hands, but then he thought of something and sat down disappointed.

"I don't think there is any hope of becoming a god, so I'd better be my old Pujie!"

"I have an [-]% chance of helping you become a god, but before that, you have to do one thing for me."

Now Qian Qiuhan understood why she asked such a question.

It seems that there are some things that cannot be said directly.

An Yiyang happily grabbed Feng Xiaoxiao's hands, and was so excited that he couldn't help himself, "Say it! As long as I can do it, I will definitely help you! After the matter is over, you must help me become a god!"

Eighty percent chance!
Although he said such a high probability, he would not believe it.

Looking at their attire and temperament, it can be seen that opening the door can accomplish this matter.

(End of this chapter)