MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 171

Coupled with a plot with excellent rhythm and storytelling, as well as a "retired boss" character that is both good and evil.

The release of "The Slayer's Notebook" attracted a group of fans, pure comic fans. No rookie artist has such publicity. What a gimmick when the popular traffic changes to comics?

No matter if you are here to play or just curious, you will take a look at the content.

Is there a quirky sense of sight that is the main character of drawing fan comics? And the character of the demon slayer is really handsome. The mixed-blood demon who was sealed because he was too powerful was accidentally awakened, and because of poverty, he embarked on the road of slaying demons and making money.

However, the profession of slayer... slayers are poor for three generations, and spells ruin their lives.

Compensation for all kinds of things and buildings destroyed after exorcism, why does it seem to be poorer?

In order to eat, the magician occasionally had to work part-time as a model, and was even discovered by his agent as a newcomer in the entertainment industry. The identity of the boss and the identity of the bottom of the entertainment industry have collided with extraordinary sparks - stop it, boss, be gentle with the investor's father, it's really not good to hang upside down with your feet!

Recent popular elements: class rebirth, metaphysics, entertainment, all of them. The character design is still a bit close to the main character's design, and it is more intimate.

If you follow an idol, you should also follow his comics, yes, that's it!

The fans resolutely jumped into the pit, but everyone knows the update speed of the comics, and if you can have one sentence a week, this author is diligent. Qingchuan is a diligent writer, and his normal pace is one word a week.

So before I knew it, the following comment on his wb changed from this:

—Ooh, I want to see the beautiful photos of the bright moon~

becomes this:

—more! More soon! Days don't stop!

Can you believe this is the wb of a serious entertainment niche?

"Why do you suddenly remembered to serialize comics? You're not really going to quit the circle to draw comics, are you?" Lu Yuan groaned on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, considering that I may not have filming in the future, I am going to designate myself as the protagonist when the comics become popular and can be adapted into a movie and TV series."

This is of course nonsense, Qing Chuan feels that he will not be reduced to the point where he has to cut meat to produce food if he wants a role.

However, Lu Yuan believed it, and he seriously comforted Qingchuan, "It's impossible not to film, your acting is so good, anyone with eyes can see it. You have to believe in yourself, don't worry about it for a while. Gains and losses, those companies can’t cover the sky with one hand, and one day everyone will see your value.”

"Thank you for your comfort."

"You're welcome, if it's convenient to ask if there is an update today?"

Qingchuan turned off the phone directly: No, don't think about it.

embarrassing state.

It's a bit ironic when I think of it.

Some people have already started to get anxious, anxious to find a company to sell themselves, but Qingchuan is not in a hurry. He died a month and a half ago.

Qingchuan left things in the mental hospital, so he quickly found the murderer based on the remains of the scene. One of Gu Lanxin's senior brothers started, and the method was quite neat, and the other party was also using some kind of poisonous insect.

The ancient blue heart lost the memory of the spell, and became old and ugly, and no longer valuable. Perhaps it was for this reason that he was killed. Or, Qingchuan's behavior of frantically digging out the formation and destroying the formation was discovered. They think it was Gu Lanxin who leaked the secret?

The supernatural event discussion forum is also talking about the death of Gu Lanxin. After all, a generation of demon girls, the reward list is still hanging on the homepage, and there are a lot of five-digit forum coins.

The reward lists in the forums are full of evil cultivators. Everyone has more than a dozen lives directly or indirectly in their hands, and many have hundreds of lives in their hands. But these people have max life-saving ability, like a loach without leaving their hands, especially hard to find.

It would be irresponsible to ordinary people to let them go unpunished. These people use all kinds of supernormal powers, and ordinary people are simply unable to guard against them.

Qingchuan added some realistic and effective evil-breaking tricks and runes to his comics. He made a batch of safety cards of the same style as the magician himself, which was regarded as a welfare and peripheral gift for his fans .

For ordinary evil spirits, the evil-breaking function on the Ping An card is enough.

If these safety cards are directly broken by too powerful evil, Qingchuan will immediately perceive it and quickly locate it.

Although he sent out so many brands, in his heart, he didn't want any one to break, which meant that fans were in big trouble. However, this kind of thing never goes according to people's wishes. At around nine o'clock tonight, he suddenly felt that a safety sign shattered.

He had fallen asleep at this point, but he got up immediately, put on his clothes and coat in a hurry, and stepped on plush slippers, and people had already appeared at the scene.

“…”

Qing Chuan blinked and felt that things were not simple.

No wonder the location is so strange, it is actually at sea, this should be a certain room. On a large table, there is a box of white powdery things. Opposite a group of tall noses, deep eyes and crooked nuts, behind a group of black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians, there is also a group of people in the middle who just came in from the door.

You are holding a gun, and I am holding a gun, and the broken safety sign is hanging on the mobile phone of one of the big brothers.

I never imagined that this little brother, you look so fierce, you are actually chasing stars.

"Excuse me, farewell." Qing Chuan was about to leave.

"Leave him!" The old man opposite suddenly widened his eyes, like a raw wolf, his eyes are green, no, his eyes are indeed green, and now they are even greener.

Qing Chuan didn't understand at all, just felt familiar. But seeing a group of people on the opposite side swipe their guns at him, he knew it was definitely not a good word. However, at this time, a cloud of black air came out of the exhaust channel on the ceiling, rushing towards him with his teeth and claws, and was pinched and blocked by him subconsciously.

Qing Chuan looked at the black gas in his hand that was rampant and could not break through the barrier. It changed shape and jumped like thunder. What is this?

Looks like some kind of demon, evil spirit or something.

"Who are you? Why are you here? What have you done to us?" Faced with this strange scene, the people on all sides were extremely calm, not even shaking the hand holding the gun— No way, they were all locked up.

Similar to the fixation technique, this is the first practice and the effect is excellent.

"Can you speak English? Speak slowly, my English is also very good." Qingchuan finally knew what they were talking about. Italian, it was familiar because he had learned it before. However, unfortunately, it has not been used for hundreds of years, and the Italian that he has learned has long been returned to the original owner, and Qingchuan did not understand a word.

"Chinese?" The eyes of the people at the door lit up, and the first one still held a gun, "We are the police."

Huh?

Wait a minute, why did you know he was Chinese right away? Do you have a heavy accent? Did you hear that it was Chinese? Is his English really that bad?

…in a few minutes.

After checking the documents, Qingchuan released the people who rushed in. They immediately pressed the other two parties to the ground and rubbed them, took away their weapons, and put on silver bracelets. It is said that their boat will soon approach and take the group away.

Although this is the high seas, the ships are registered in China, so they can be arrested.

"Thank you, I don't know what to call it?" The black-faced man looked at Qingchuan cautiously.

If there is no such thing as Qingchuan, their brothers will suffer heavy casualties, and may lead to the failure of the operation, allowing the big drug lord to slip away. He was even more curious about Qingchuan's origins. This ability was really anti-science and challenged common sense.

"Before answering this question, can I ask you where this pendant on your phone came from?" Qingchuan pointed to the broken wooden sign.

He gave all the fans, how could he go to this black man? This person obviously doesn't know him, nor is he a fan, otherwise why would he say nothing to this face?

If the other party didn't say that he was a policeman, Qingchuan turned around and left. Such a group of people who seem to be dangerous people, and they are also involved in drugs, it is not bad that they are not killed, save a ghost.

"Huh?" The black man looked down at the wooden sign shards hanging on his mobile phone, looked at Qingchuan from head to toe doubtfully, and looked at a pair of fluffy slippers for a few more seconds.

"Could it be that you came out of this wooden sign... a fairy?"

As soon as he said these words, he himself had a strange look on his face, and felt that the three views were a little shaky. This is like a typical fairy tale development. A person accidentally breaks something, and a goblin or devil runs out of it. This is the case in ancient and modern China and abroad.

Qingchuan:…

"No, I am a real person, a warlock, a wizard, whatever you want to call it." He pointed to the fragment, "I am an artist in my proper profession, this is my gift to fans, you can Resist the power of evil, if I encounter a powerful evil wooden sign broken, I will perceive it."

"I thought it was one of my fans who had an accident and rushed over in a hurry, but I didn't expect..." It was such a rush scene.

Then the police-civilian cooperation was reached by accident.

"Can I ask, how did you get it?" Since this big man is not his fan, how did he get the Ping An card?

"My daughter gave it to me, saying it was a lucky charm given to her by her idol. It turns out that you are her idol." The good daughter has a unique vision, and it is rare to chase a real person instead of a two-dimensional paper People, it's so awesome.

The black man was a little emotional. He probably thought of his daughter, and his face was full of warmth.

That's not bad, it kept the smiles of the little fans. Although things started unexpectedly, the good news was that the end was good. Now that things are clear, Qingchuan doesn't want to get involved in other people's troubles: "I'm fine, do you have any questions? I'll leave after asking."

Leave?

This is not good! The rest of the people looked at it. The amount of information in the words just now was too large. They didn't even know that there was such a mysterious power in this world, which could hold people in place and travel through space.

That's cool too?

In addition, this situation must be reported, how can they keep him?

"Sir, how can I contact you? Before this, I never thought that someone could appear out of thin air, and it's not magic." The old man came over, he had no bracelet in his hand, but followed a policeman.

No, that's not an old man, he ripped off the thin mask on his face, revealing pale skin, a half-blooded handsome man with a completely different flavor, with black curly hair and green eyes, mysterious and melancholy temperament.

"I'm Franka." He stretched out a hand, and the hand that had peeled off the upper layer of fake leather was fair and slender, but with calluses on the tiger's mouth, playing with guns.

"Xia Yueming." Qing Chuan reached out and shook it politely.

"Xia." He called Qingchuan's surname very familiarly, "I'm very interested in your appearance, oh my God, that's really amazing, can we have a drink?"

"Perhaps you can consult a magician in your country."

Don't look for me, no appointment, next question.

The man showed a charming smile to Qingchuan, obviously he knew how to show his charm, such as looking at others with those deep green eyes, "If I need your help, I should How can I find you?"

"You may not find me, but it doesn't matter, you can find the police." Qingchuan cruelly refused again.

"But there is evil on this ship, as you can see, it has attacked us, and it has attacked you. And I'm not sure if there are others on this ship." The handsome man changed Throwing hormones on him from an angle.

Qingchuan closed his eyes and opened them for a few seconds, "No more, just this one, you can rest assured." This is a cruise ship floating at sea, with three floors above and three floors below. They were all bright people and beautiful men and women.

But the ship is now under control, and everyone is in their room, either cursing or panicking.

He also saw a familiar person.

"Xia Yueming." His mouth was full of Chinese characters, and his eyes were fixed on Qingchuan, as if to imply that he already knew his name and would soon be able to find out his specific information , "I'm Franka. Looking forward to seeing you next time."

Qingchuan:…

It's not Qingchuan's narcissism, he feels that this person is seducing him, or at least brushing his favorability. Strange, where did he show his sexuality? Because of those furry shoes on your feet? Or the thin gold chain on the ankle?

Or, a homogeneous radar for a group?

"You should go." The policeman behind him stomped Franke unhappily. Bah, you are not allowed to hook up with the senior people in our country. If you want to get close, please get a Nobel first, and then apply for a green card.

The black-faced man saw that Franka had gone away, and then looked back at Qingchuan, "I wonder if you can leave a contact number about the bonus."

Qingchuan, who was short of money, took out a piece of paper and wrote down his name and number, "I am an artist, and I am easy to find. If you have anything in the future, you can come to me and give you a discount. ." This was so neat, Franka was about to cry when she saw it.

"I'll pass it on to the person in charge."

"Well, it's late, bye."

After saying that, Qing Chuan's figure became blurred and disappeared.

But he didn't leave the ship, the next second he appeared in a room on the first floor, "I'm curious, this is your business trip? Xiao Ge."

"Qing? Am I dreaming?" Wei Ge was very surprised, he stepped forward and hugged him fiercely, rolled from the window to the bed, Wei Ge held his ankle, feeling a little strange , only to find that Qing Chuan was stepping on a pair of fluffy slippers.

"You haven't explained why you're on this boat." Qing Chuan frowned and stepped on his chest, but was held and kissed. Qing Chuan smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him, "How much alcohol have you drunk?"

In fact, Wei Ge, who didn't drink much, pretended to be stupid by drinking alcohol. He hugged Qingchuan tightly with both hands, rubbed against him, and put his hand through the front of his shirt, "Qing, I miss you so much."

Qing Chuan was agitated, and turned over with his elbows on the bed, pushing Wei Ge onto the bed.

He reached out and combed his messy hair back, revealing his full forehead, "Give you ten minutes, go take a shower."

Weige:…

An hour of chaos has passed.

"Possibility, Xiao Ge, are smuggling started now?"

Qing Chuan took a bath, wearing Wei Ge's pajamas, sitting on the sofa, her voice was lazy and a little hoarse, and the seams in the bones were numb.

"They are the ones who smuggle. I'm a stock trader at most, but I haven't done anything illegal." Wei Ge smiled and kissed the back of Qingchuan's hand, then rubbed over and sniffed the fragrance on his body , the small movements continue.

Qing Chuan doesn't want to move now. He squinted at the sky that was gradually smudged with orange and red, and his mind was faint. It is no wonder that such a verse has been handed down: The spring night is short and the day is high, and the king does not go to court early. Alas, beauty is misleading.

“Why did Qing appear here? Did he come to see me?”

"No." Qingchuan brutally broke his illusion. He repeated yesterday's events from beginning to end. When it came to Franka, Wei Ge's expression was different.

So Qing Chuan asked him, "Do you know that Franka?"

"I know, a well-known arms dealer, this cooperation is also to get rid of the enemy, but I can't reach the country. It doesn't matter if they know about you?"

"It doesn't matter, I didn't hide it. Dual careers are very interesting, and I can persuade a group of troublemakers." This picture is really beautiful when you think about it.

In addition, he really wants to cooperate with the country, cooperation on an equal footing, with fists and smiles.

Although Wei Ge sincerely retained, Qingchuan went back immediately. It was twelve o'clock now. He ate a little porridge and rice, and then slept well. The next day, he felt full again. Blood. Indulgence is really a taboo for self-cultivation, Qingchuan felt that he needed to restrain himself.

He took out the black air mass received on the ship and studied it.

I wanted to make trouble, but I didn't expect to be ejected by the wooden sign, and later fell into Qingchuan's hands.

Following this black air mass, Qingchuan quickly found the original owner, who is still an acquaintance - I have seen it many times in Gu Lanxin's memory, and he is one of Gu Lanxin's senior brothers. , Forum coins worth up to six figures.

Can such a walking treasure Qingchuan be released?

Just kidding, he wanted to buy those dry stuff for a long time.

The system silently watched the evil cultivator, who would become the final villain in the original plot, be bound by a fishing net and exchanged for a mere six-digit forum currency. And Qingchuan's rank in the forum has also risen to the rank of senior because of this.

The villain of this session is not good, lose without dignity.

It was also at this time that a mysterious state department contacted him, and after dealing with the person in charge, Qingchuan successfully became a non-staff.

There is nothing to do on weekdays, retired veteran cadres are almost the same, and they are paid when they are idle. Five insurances and one housing fund are complete.

As long as he doesn't violate the law for wrongdoing, everything is easy to talk about here, and there are even many benefits.

"Never mind those benefits. I want to ask, is there an occasional theme movie with the participation of the state? I just don't have a show recently." In short, you know.

Person in charge:…

Because there is no drama now, Qingchuan stays at home, learning the spells and updating the comics. If you have nothing to do, just put a post on the forum about the formation of cabbage prices. How many young people bowed three times to these cabbage price posts, thank you seniors.

One day, a strange call came.

"Xia, I'm Franka." Qingchuan recognized it immediately while speaking in awkward Chinese, isn't this the arms dealer?

"I know you." He didn't ask how the other party found his number, as long as you look for it, you will definitely find it.

"Can I meet you? You solved the trouble on the ship, and as a possible victim, I think I should thank you."

"No." Qing Chuan refused succinctly.

"If you like the entertainment industry, I can provide resources, you can designate the director and screenwriter, tailor-made your own movie. Even if it is the best director of the Oscar and the most famous screenwriter, you are worthy of the world The best of everything."

"Not interested."

A low laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Really? I see, see you next time."

Qing Chuan looked at the phone in his hand, tsk, the arrogance of a capitalist.

However, this person is on the blacklist that is prohibited from entering China's territory. Unless he comes by his own private plane and is specially invited, he will not be able to step on China's land.

Doesn’t even a private jet have to be licensed?

Qingchuan doesn't need to worry at all, because last time he cheated a big drug lord, and now this person is being hunted for thousands of miles, and he can't find Qingchuan here for a while.

industry.

Xiao Ge didn't do that kind of dangerous thing. He bought oil fields in partnership with others. Unexpectedly, Xiao Ge's capital has expanded enough to buy oil fields? He always thought that Xiao Ge was an ordinary game operator.

This earning power is too strong, the reincarnation of Pixiu.

Until the spring of the second year, the first season of "The Slayer's Notebook" ended. Receive a new play.

What's more, the story of his comics is so interesting and looks so cool, it is impossible to tell whether it is more of an artist fan or a fan of comics.

At this time, a publishing house contacted him about the publishing of comics, and gave a super discount that people could not refuse.

Qingchuan, who was even poorer than the slayer, went there (the reward for helping the drug lords have been repaired in the library), but what he saw was not the editor of the publishing house, and a smeared Hormones fascinated the waiter with the crooked nuts.

The green eyes are captivating.

Qing Chuan frowned.

Fortunately, the other party knew the proportions, but he smiled very friendly to Qingchuan, and did not wink, "It's not easy to see you this time."

Franka laughed and talked about what he had done to enter the Chinese territory, such as selling a batch of high-tech weapons at half price, donating a charitable fund, investing in mainland enterprises, etc. That's how I got myself out of the blacklist.

But it was all worth it, especially after meeting several other paranormal practitioners.

So I found that I couldn't go abroad, so this green-eyed man came to the door by himself.

"You didn't come here to complain?" Qing Chuan took a sip from the cup on the table. It's still a good tea, not the kind of powder, but the tea leaves standing upright, with a strong fragrance.

"Of course not, I'm here for you." He winked at Qingchuan, "I know that the warlock profession in Huaxia is not only to destroy evil, but also to calculate fate, find lost items and relatives and friends ,is this real?"

"It's true, it's a mistake to find me, my specialty is to destroy evil, and you have to find someone else to calculate your destiny." Qingchuan was thinking about whether to introduce this business to Miss Lin. The crooked nuts look like a fat sheep, and they will definitely be able to eat a full meal.

"I don't believe in fate." He said, and suddenly smiled strangely, "Xia, do you know how many people are staring at you along the way? I don't believe in fate, but many people believe in prophecy, and others I want to know the secret of space shuttle."

There are no secrets locked in this world, so many people have been seen on the ship, enough news has been circulated in the past few months. The attraction of space shuttle is too great, this mysterious power is simply crazy.

Qingchuan knew what he said, but his mouth was: "As a public figure, you have to be conscious of being watched."

Franka was also drinking tea, "You're safe in your own home, but you won't never go out. My news is fairly well-informed, maybe it's helpful to you. More trustworthy than feelings."

He shrugged, "I have no ill will towards you, I just want to protect myself. After all, there are so many forces in this world that cannot be explained by science. People cherish their lives, and so do I."

"Is it still a matter of publishing?" Qingchuan asked him.

Franka heard the signs of the opportunity to cooperate, and his expression was more gentle, "Forget it, your comics are very interesting, many people are watching, including me. There will be more people in the future. Look. Can I ask, is the story here true or false? Hope this question doesn't involve your privacy."

"Half true, half false."

The green-eyed man nodded, he still had a question, "Why do you want to be an entertainer?"

Qing Chuan was silent for a while, "For... love and peace?"

The author has something to say:Qingchuan: For love and nuclear peace.

Franca: ? Subway old man looking at mobile phone JPG

Qingchuan: You guys have changed, you are no longer the cute little ones who were satisfied with a selfie.

Fans: Less nonsense, more!