Have you ever experienced despair?


    If you ask Pei Mingyang this question, he will certainly tell you: I have experienced it.


    As an editor, his authors are more willful than each other. It is not easy for others to write a fire work, that is, you can fill as much water as you can. If you can write for a long time, it will never end. His writers are good. One by one they finish faster than the other, as if they were in a hurry.


    "The editor can''t be an editor." Pei Mingyang felt that if he continued like this, he would be killed by these authors sooner or later. These are only two. If he comes back later, can he still live?


    It''s just that there''s no way. He has to bite his teeth to be the editor. Not to mention the mountain breeze, the strongest newcomer in Aolan country, even one leaf, has absolutely first-class novel achievements. Every time readers'' survey feedback, "hidden dragon in the abyss" can always rank in the top 5. In front of him, except for the mountain wind, which one is not an old famous man with more than ten years of qualifications?


    The two of them can bring huge benefits. Pei Mingyang alone can sit firmly on the throne of the main successor of Miaozhu peak, and even make Miaozhu peak become the middle-aged of Tiangang sect. He was cautious at once. He asked, "what''s wrong with you stopping me?"


    The boy pointed to Zhou Di, who was caught by them. "How much does he owe you? I helped him pay it back, and you let him go."


    "This..." although I wanted to beat Zhou differently, since someone wanted to pay him back, the middle-aged man didn''t refuse, "he stole ten pieces of top-grade ink from my family, all imported from the western regions, with a total value of 22 taels of gold."


    The middle-aged man is also angry. He bought twenty liang of gold ink blocks for his son''s future. The dead fat man secretly replaced a batch of inferior ink blocks, and then took these ink blocks for three golden leaves (one liang) to exchange wine here. If he hadn''t followed Zhou differently today, he might have been kept in the dark. Are you angry?


    But the boy didn''t care. He took out two gold tickets of twelve denominations from his pocket and handed them to him: "take them."


    "Hey, OK, OK." when the money came back, the middle-aged man was also very happy. He immediately put Zhou dissimilar down and left with his servants.


    That week, different survived, but also surprised with a cold sweat. He quickly made a bow to the boy: "thank you, thank you. I''ll report it later."


    With that, he patted his ass and wanted to go. The young man grabbed the back of his clothes. Zhou Di pulled it a few times without moving it, so he had to squeeze out a smile: "what advice do you have?"


    "They were going to break your hand just now," said the boy.


    "Er, yes," Zhou Di nodded awkwardly, thought and added, "it''s really humiliating."


    The boy didn''t care: "I paid back the money for you. Now your hand is mine."


    "You want my hand too!" Zhou Di''s face changed greatly, covered his hands and shook his head. "No! I can''t live without them during the day and at night!"


    "I won''t cut off your hand." the boy said.


    "What do you want to do? First, I''m not a rabbit." although Zhou dissimilar looks fat, his hands are very beautiful, and his fingers are straight and slender, just like a girl''s. It is inevitable that some people will have strange ideas.


    The boy took out a piece of white paper from his arms, on which a portrait of a figure was painted. It was gong Yongzhen in Tianma, and the degree of completion was very high. It is also written below: Zhou''s painting, Baiwen one day, let your child become the next mountain wind.


    "I want you to help me draw..."