"Okay, Gollum has set up all the information, Your Highness can now start uploading the content of the novel, and I will help Your Highness observe the movement of the website."

It's much more convenient to upload content.,Jun Porcelain can come up with the content directly in your head.,And then Gollum will directly set the typesetting.。

At such a speed, it is almost impossible to destroy all tentacle monsters.

So Jun Porcelain picked up the bowl and wrote the plot while eating.

This time, she wrote a novel about the future empire, using the background of the empire.

In order to reduce the use of jargon that was unique to the imperial period, she wanted to simplify.

The plot content of the novel is probably the story of a general's illegitimate son who counterattacks in the interstellar world.

For most of the chapters, Jun Ci adopted his own imagination, and then adapted it with some of his former friends' Su Shuang's deeds, or adapted with his own deeds.

Such a cool read, and very professional interstellar novel, is hot and baked.

Half an hour after eating, Jun Ci wrote 10,000 words.

The title of the book, Jun Ci thought of a name that was more in line with this era, "History of Interstellar Empires. Glory.

Sounds like a cheat, doesn't it?

But it's because Jun Ci wants to make a sequel, just a novel, how can a magnificent interstellar empire be narrated.

Besides, isn't the current movie also a fire and a second one?

Junci has a lot of confidence in himself.

The introduction also randomly picked a sentence as a content introduction, although this will lack the favor of many readers who like to determine life and death with the title and introduction, but as long as someone reads it, Jun Porcelain is definitely not worried about not being able to spread.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Jun Ci turned over and jumped out of bed directly, with a rare chic and neat posture: "Gollum, you upload these 10,000 words directly to me first, and I will continue to write later." ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Jun Ci pushed open the door and walked out directly.

Holding an empty bowl in his hand.

Zhang Changming was drinking, and the family was eating.

Seeing Jun Porcelain coming out, he glanced at Jun Porcelain with slanted eyes.

"Bunny ......"

Zhang Changming scolded.

This is almost equivalent to the mantra he said Jun porcelain.

Jun Porcelain didn't hear it.

The dishes and chopsticks were put into the kitchen, and as soon as they came out, they saw Zhang Nian beside the table with a willow eyebrow: "You don't wash the dishes?" You've got a broken hand! ”

It's a terrible tone.

Zhang Nian looks average, after all, Zhang Changming and Fu Cuihua are the kind of ordinary people, how good can Zhang Nian's daughter be.

The appearance is not outstanding at all, but he has to make a mean appearance, which is disgusting.

Jun Ci just glanced at Zhang Nian with condensed eyes.

Zhang Nian suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

After so many years, Jun Ci's face has barely gotten used to it.

But now, her eyes are like sharp weapons with a blade in their mouths, and they reveal great oppression when looking at people.

There was an inexplicable deterrence, coupled with that terrifying face like a ghost, Zhang Nian instantly felt a tremor in his heart.

A cold sweat ran down his forehead.

This garbage, garbage thing, when did the eyes become so scary?

Zhang Nian wanted to scold screaming, but she found that her throat seemed to be pinched, and she couldn't make a sound, and she didn't dare to look into Jun Ci's eyes!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Zhang Changming threw a bowl over.

"You bastard, what kind of eyes do you have, huh? What's the matter, you still want to beat your sister? You brute! ”

He scolded angrily, got up at the same time, and walked towards Jun Ci with a menacing attitude.