When the beautiful assistant hung up the sixty bells, Jiu Ye raised his hand gently, and the beautiful assistant quietly retreated, Jiu Ye was engrossed in breathing between his hands, and all the eyes of the audience were staring at Jiu Ye's hands, and Jiu Ye's eyes were staring at the wooden man, with one exception, that was naturally Ye Qing, and his eyes were staring at Mina in front of him.

The ninth master's hands were as crystal as jade, like the hands of a pair of twenty-eight young girls, I really don't know how he maintained it, of course, everyone discussed this matter after the fact, at that time, everyone held their breath to see how this ninth master pickpocketed money from the wooden man of sixty bells.

No one could see how the Ninth Master pickpocketed the banknotes, except for Ye Qing, who threw the stunned Mina into the Aoba world while enjoying the Ninth Master's performance with his spare eyes. Ye Qing's evaluation is that as a mortal, Jiu Ye's pickpocketing skills are still at their peak.

This time there was silence for a full ten seconds, and then there was thunderous applause. A minute later, an alarm sounded in the venue, "Everyone, be quiet, please don't go out, our hostess Mina is missing!"

An hour later, the ninth master announced that he was washing his hands in the golden basin, saying that he was old, this world was young after all, and someone stole the big living person Mina in front of him, and he didn't even realize it, this is the clear proof that he needs to retire when he is old.

On the side of the United States, the state of war readiness was urgently activated, and a bounty was offered to the whole world, and there were those who could provide the whereabouts of Vice President Mina, with a bounty of 100 million, and many secret organizations claimed that they did it, but there was no tangible evidence, it was just a gimmick to sensationalize.

Ye Qing naturally took Mina to the Infernal Hell, Mina turned out to be the fifth generation of the Einz altar, just like Yasheng Mencius is the fourth generation of Confucius, the middle generations could not inherit, until Mina's birth, inherited the time and space transfer theory of the Einz altar.

When Mina learned that her ancestor Einz Altar had died in the real yàn more than two days ago, she was naturally excited and burst into tears, and she also tried her best to cooperate with the operation of the space-time machine, watching Mina quickly input a string of complex instructions one after another, and the space-time machine, which even Eins Altar could not conquer, actually made a pleasant sound: "The space-time machine is ready, and it can make the internal space of the space-time machine return to three days ago!"

When everyone watched the minced meat of the Eins Altar inside the space-time machine disappear, everyone's hearts were in their throats, and Ye Qing also rubbed his hands nervously, if Mina failed, then his task would also be in vain, and it was possible for him to be buried for the Einz Altar, which was really unreasonable.

After a stick of incense, the transparent warehouse of the space-time machine suddenly pitched black, it was real pitch black, all the light would be sucked in, without any diffuse reflection, according to Mina's explanation afterwards, it was a black hole generated by the space-time machine at the moment when it made time go backwards, and a moment later, a naked young man appeared in the transparent warehouse of the space-time machine, and everyone was naturally cheering.

The happiest person was naturally Ye Qing, who successfully completed the task, not only got the title of Little Rag King, but also got a reward of 1,000 fans at once, as well as ten subordinate points. Moreover, the new system also generously gave Ye Qing three days off, and Ye Qing cried happily.

Ye Qing did not hesitate to add all ten subordinate points to the strength of his divine sense, only a smart brain can save his life to complete more tasks.

And then there are a thousand fan values all integrated into the body, ah, ah, ah, cool, in addition to being cool or cool, every sweat pore is cool!

Ye Qingshuang's smirk like a nymphomaniac touched the newly resurrected Einz Altar for a long time. And Mina also hugged Ye Qing like a little girl, and thanked her vigorously, Ye Qing naturally received two more fans and one beautiful fan. Now that the two fans have joined, Ye Qing has no reaction, it can be seen that happiness is still good for a long time.

Ye Qing naturally went back to school, and there will be Teacher Hao's class tomorrow. also has his own novel, although Wu Dalang was instructed to help update a chapter every day, but, God knows how bad it will be.

Three days later, Ye Qing received a call from Sister Qin, saying that the Eins Altar had just been turned into meat paste in another real field, and Mina officially took over the position of the Aeins Altar, but Mina insisted on keeping the spirit for the Aeins Altar for three months, otherwise, she couldn't do anything, which made Ye Qing sigh for a while!

It seems that fighting with the sky, although it is endless fun, but the real disobedience to the sky still needs strength as a backing. Ye Qing worked harder, human life is too fragile, it is no different from ants, his great cause of cultivating immortals is to change this, since this world has my existence, then it must be turned upside down, otherwise, is it necessary for this world to continue to exist? Whoever stops us, we will take someone's life!

Ye Qing asked Matthew to follow Che Xiu, and in his dormitory, he really couldn't tolerate these two scourges. Ye Qing turned on the computer, eager for a large number of fans to appear, crazy clicks, but once clicked crazy to 100,000 points, and now the speed of the snail crawling has resumed, I really don't know what the hell Wu Dalang is doing, whether he is treating his explanation as a fart.

Wu Dalang and they looked at Ye Qing drooling, Ye Qing had no choice but to take them to the VIP restaurant, while admiring the beauty in swimsuits, while feasting, eating and drinking enough, and listening to the lecture in the afternoon.

Wu Dalang watched and ate well, and after lunch, he naturally patted his belly and volunteered to occupy a place. Now Ms. Hao's class has been upgraded to an open class, which will not only last for a whole afternoon, but will also be held in the auditorium. The concept of small classes has been completely abolished, so those who go late can only stand and listen.

In the afternoon, Ye Qing and the others also went very early, but it was already crowded, Wu Dalang was stunned, and he really had a set of ways to grab seats, and he actually grabbed seven seats in the first row in one go, and now Wu Dalang is also considered to be wealthy, and he has found six work-study juniors, each with a hundred yuan, to occupy a seat there.

Ye Qing and the others sat down in everyone's disdainful eyes, but everyone's eyes were quickly attracted, and naturally Teacher Hao appeared.

Ye Qing felt that Teacher Hao was particularly elegant today, with a straight Anima suit, a standard three-seven distribution style, a thin and handsome face, and a remarkable bookish atmosphere between gestures.

Many girls have begun to scream wildly, what kind of classroom is this, it looks like a singer has come to a concert, and some girls are even more exaggerated, even holding Teacher Hao's avatar and shouting loudly: "Teacher Hao, I love you......"

With a signature smile on his face, Mr. Hao fed twice and tried the sound quality of the miniature microphone. I can't listen to this lesson, it's a complete cult of personality, Mr. Hao just fed it twice, and there were already female students screaming and pulling their hair.

Teacher Hao raised his voice slightly: "Students, friends, God created the light, I said against it, so there was darkness! Our theme today is the second part of the trilogy, the dark angel!"

Wow, ahhh......h Bang Bang Bang ......

I believe that you should have gained something by understanding the heart of the great god and trying to be a superb rotten person. However, it is still 108,000 miles away from becoming a god.

You should have heard of ten years of work under the stage, ten years of hard work in the cold window, ten years of sharpening a sword, or something, but you should also have heard another saying, called: "Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years!"

Wow, yes......!

Today, I, Wen Shuang, am the one who wants to speak, at least better than you have been reading for ten years. Because, I am talking about the critical path to becoming a god, you listen carefully, do it seriously, you will naturally take a lot of detours, if, I Wen Shuang ten years ago, it would be good to be able to hear such a class, but you still have this opportunity, unless you are deaf, foolish, will give up such an opportunity to listen to the class.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Stop, I hope you can endure the loneliness, no matter how excited you are, please don't applaud anymore, otherwise, our class will not be able to continue, I Wenshuang allows you to applaud once before the end of class. Whoever applauds again, I, Wen Shuang, will think that you are a person who can't stand loneliness, so there is no need for you to listen to the lecture anymore.

Everyone heard that applause was not allowed, and some of the children's shoes who were too excited began to slap their faces, but fortunately, Mr. Hao did not prohibit slapping their faces and scratching their hair.

As usual, we still take the creation of online novels as an example, but students with understanding can naturally hear the sound outside the strings, you must know that the truth can be applied everywhere, and it is not limited to the creation of online novels!

What do you think when you go around posting to attract people's annoyance, when you are deleted and banned, and when you are despicable as soon as you appear?

Wu Dalang scratched his buttocks, saw that Teacher Hao frowned, then took the microphone with another hand and said: "At first, I, Wu Dalang, still felt a little embarrassed, since I stepped on my dignity and sprinkled the festival on the ground, I felt numb. It wasn't until I just heard Mr. Hao's questioning that I suddenly woke up, who realizes the big dream, how long will I Wu Dalang be numb, how can an author who has no dignity be no different from the walking dead, how can he create flesh-and-blood works? I think my name can be hidden in the darkness from now on!"

Teacher Hao nodded approvingly, thank you Wu Dalang for your sincerity, I think, when we send book advertisements everywhere, we all have the psychological experience of Wu Dalang, so to speak, a writer who has not experienced this experience is not a perfect writer, even if you are unlucky, never advertise and become a god, the lack of this god of the steps of becoming a god, is also a god with demons, it is likely that he will not be able to resist his demons in the end, and planted from the altar, and even the suicide of those amazing and glamorous writers, is also related to their own demons, this point, please keep all literature lovers in mind。

Being the best rotten person is equivalent to entering the WTO experience. And being a dark angel is equivalent to being born and cultivating.

That lonely heart, that kind of outside interference, the higher you go, the more stress you will encounter. When your work is read by tens of thousands of people every day, especially when he supports genuine paid reading, you will have great pressure, and you will no longer have the previous casualness and freedom.

The flowers and applause from the outside world, all kinds of human etiquette, will be pressed down like a mountain, these are not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is that you can't continue to surpass yourself.

Readers' expectations of you are getting bigger and bigger, and when your influence grows, a small flaw will also be infinitely magnified by people with ulterior motives, used to slander you and hit you......

And under such a complex internal and external pressure, you will either sublimate or be crushed. Many excellent writers are under this kind of internal and external pressure.

And the dark angel we are going to talk about today is to solve this sublimation problem of yours. After listening to my class, I believe that the students here will be one step closer to becoming gods.