Chat Group: People in Douluo Continent wreak havoc across the heavens

Chapter 7 We are all the protagonists of our own novels

Lu Xian spoke with such confidence, meticulously unraveling the mystery.

Xiao Yan's mind began to shift, and he immediately started complaining in the chat group.

[Xiao Yan: @Master Tang, who can predict the future, Master, can I have my ring back?]

The group was silent for a long time without any response.

[Xiao Yan: Great Immortal?]

[Xiao Yan: Great Immortal, say something!]

Xiao Yan: ...

[Xiao Yan: You dare to lie to my ring? Don't be so cowardly!]

[Xiao Yan: Where the hell are they?]

[Xiao Yan: Playing dead, huh?!]

[Xiao Yan: Fuck your mother's leg, give me back my ring!]

[Xiao Yan: Damn it, don't let me run into you, you dog!]

Xiao Yan was so angry he almost lost his temper.

Now that things have progressed this far, how could he not realize that he had really been fooled?

They handed over their own opportunity without even realizing it, and then proceeded to praise it lavishly in the group chat.

Looking back now, Xiao Yan wanted to slap himself twice. He had really lost face!

[Ye Fan: The case is solved. It seems I guessed right.]

Lu Xueqi: ...

[Yan Ling Ji: Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, what a show!]

[Xiao Yan: I feel like crying...]

[Lu Xian: Pat the dog's head, it'll be alright.]

[Lu Xian: @Master Tang, you tricked Huo Huo out of her ring, but you don't dare to take it out and use it. You didn't gain anything and just offended people for no reason. Why bother?]

[Lu Xian: Seeing how heartbroken the young man is, I might as well return the ring to him. Maybe I'll avoid getting beaten up again if we meet again.]

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: Get the hell out of here! I'll remember you, just you wait!]

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: I'm not paying you back, so what can you do about it? If you've got the guts, come and beat me up with your internet connection!]

[Ye Fan: So you're just not going to pretend anymore, huh!]

[Lu Xian: Tsk tsk, he's getting anxious, look how anxious he is!]

[Xiao Yan: @Tang Daxian who can predict the future, I'll fuck your mother!]

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: My mother's already buried; go dig up some grass.]

[Lu Xian: 6!]

Ye Fan: What bad luck! Don't pay any more attention to this kind of person!

[Ye Fan: @Lu Xian, Brother Lu Xian, it seems you also know something about the world of the rest of us in this group? How did you do that? You can't possibly be a fortune teller, can you?]

[Lu Xian: I do have some understanding. As for how it was done, you should all know about novels, or plays, right? Some of you might not know what a novel is, but if I describe it as a play, you should all understand.]

[Lu Xueqi: What do you mean?]

[Xiao Yan: No way, Brother Lu Xian, do you mean we're characters from a novel or play? And you've read our script?]

Xiao Yan's words stunned the rest of the group, sending a chill down their spines.

[Lu Xian: That's how it was, but I read that script several years ago. I only remember the general plot; I've forgotten most of the details.]

[Lu Xian: You don't need to worry too much about the novel. After all, you're all living, breathing people now, chatting with me in a group, aren't you?]

How could I not care?! You bastard!

[Lu Xueqi: Do you have any evidence to prove what you're saying?]

[Lu Xian: I don't see any need for me to lie to you. If you absolutely need evidence, you should be able to see it when you have the chance to travel to the world of that conman Tang Daxian, or perhaps you could have him send you a copy of your novel right now?]

[Lu Xian: But that bastard's probably mentally broken now, he won't care about you guys.]

[Lu Xian: Tsk tsk, the novels, anime, stage plays, etc., based on you guys, you guys actually going to see them in person, just thinking about that scene is quite interesting, hahaha, I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing how it goes!]

Lu Xian's words were so detailed and convincing that everyone in the group fell silent.

Much later.

[Ye Fan: I feel like crying now too, I can't accept this...]

[Xiao Yan: +1, pats the dog's head, let's stick together for warmth.]

They were just characters in plays and novels, and this answer had a significant impact on them.

[Lu Xian: Cheer up! Don't let this affect your Dao hearts! I'd be in grave danger if that happened!]

[Lu Xian: Humanity is too insignificant, the world too mysterious, countless parallel worlds overlap. Perhaps, I am just a character in a novel. Who can say for sure?]

[Lu Xian: Perhaps everyone lives in their own novel.]

[Lu Xian: We are all the protagonists of our own novels!]

This sentence silenced the chat group for a moment.

More than an hour later.

Heavenly Dou Empire.

A large border city in the Kingdom of Barak.

The original text can be found at 6#9@book/bar!

Two figures stood in front of the magnificent hotel counter.

"Luxury Room!"

"Standard room!"

"Luxury Room!"

"Standard room!"

"Luxury Room!"

"Standard room!"

"Hey, are you two going to book a room or not? If you can't afford it, go to some other small hotel!"

A middle-aged man at the hotel reception yawned, resting his chin on his hand. "What are you two doing, putting on an opera so late at night?"

It's affecting people's sleep!

"Why does it have to be a deluxe room? You're a Soul Master too, you don't need much sleep. You can fully replenish your energy by meditating at night. A deluxe room and a regular room are the same..."

Zhu Zhuqing frowned, and with the help of Lu Xueqi's pills and Xiao Yan's ointment, she was recovering quite well.

However, they survived, but now they are in trouble because of money. Zhu Zhuqing had just escaped, so how could she have any money on her?

The only gold soul coin she had was a bracelet she made when she was bored. It was just enough to tide her over. As far as Zhu Zhuqing knew, Lu Xian should have no money on him. His pockets were empty, and he didn't have any storage soul tools on him...

The two of them will likely need this gold soul coin to get through some time.

If Lu Xian hadn't carried her into this obviously expensive hotel, she wouldn't have chosen to come in.

"Because the beds in the deluxe rooms are soft!" Lu Xian said matter-of-factly. Now that he's transmigrated, he can enjoy himself however he wants.

Meditation practice?

Cultivation my ass!

They're just floundering because they're using cheats!

This is my motto in life.

I want to sleep!

Zhu Zhuqing whispered, "But it's more expensive too. We still have a long way to go, we can't waste food like this, otherwise what will we eat later..."

As she spoke, she took out the gold soul coin and placed it on the counter. A bracelet could be seen attached to the coin; it was the only gold soul coin she possessed. "Trouble, please book a standard room..."

They actually paid with a bracelet made of gold soul coins?

"You don't have this little bit of money, do you?" Lu Xian looked at her in surprise. How could a princess from a big family be penniless?

Zhu Zhuqing felt a little embarrassed. In a way, Lu Xian was her savior, yet he couldn't even fulfill this small request.

The middle-aged man at the hotel reception yawned, and seeing that the two had made their agreement, he reached for the money.

"Bang!"

Lu Xian flipped his hand and pulled out something golden from somewhere, smashing it onto the back of the man's outstretched hand. The middle-aged man immediately winced in pain, his mouth agape and his eyes squinting. He opened his mouth wide and let out a series of "oh oh oh" sounds, like a monkey.

Lu Xian just happened to release his grip at that moment, and golden light shot out.

On the back of his hand was a piece of gold the size of a fist!

heavy.

Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly, the middle-aged man who wanted to curse suddenly had his mask of pain disappear and be replaced by a mask of surprise. His mouth was agape and his eyes were fixed on the fist-sized piece of gold.

"Two deluxe rooms, plus a mid-range banquet!"

Lu Xian walked away without looking back, his head held high.

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The contract will be signed next Monday. Brothers who want to get some coins can invest. Also, this is a novel that uses memes, so the protagonist's personality may be a bit silly and a little crazy. I personally feel that the mental state of contemporary netizens is okay. If I were to time travel, I feel that I would be like this. Of course, you can also give me your suggestions.

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