"Well." The Orange King nodded, only to realize what he was talking about, "What? It's gone?!"
Long Zaitian was indignant, he picked up an orange with his big hand and threw it over his head, almost fainting from the report, Long Zaitian scolded: "It's gone! You can tell such a lie! I am Chengkong-jun today. The throne is in sight, what kind of bird language are you talking about! Talking about people!"
The Orange King was more surprised than angry, but as soon as he heard the three words of Chengkongjun, he immediately became airy again, and then he noticed how the matter was so big, how he could be neglected, and immediately began to feel unhappy with these people in the dead. I can't help but look at Long Zaitian again. After all, it is the talent of the court, the general appointed by this king, who will think of me. If he didn't scold, he scolds first.
"Long Qing, don't be impatient, people in the rivers and lakes are too rude." These words scolded Fu Xiang, and Fu Xiang's face changed slightly, and his heart was angry. It's just that he was so mature and prudent that he didn't have time to attack. The Orange King continued: "Tell me in detail, what's going on?"
"Yes, yes!" The young man crawled back and began to speak awkwardly: "We walked through that place and found that someone was going in, so we went in and took a look, who knew that if we didn't pay attention, someone would give it to us. It was hit. I was the only one left in our team at once, and the villain rushed back to report and escaped."
"Speak clearly!" The words were unclear, and everyone was confused. The Orange King frowned: "You know that this matter is very important, and it is not allowed to be sloppy at all. Are you deliberately playing tricks in front of this king?"
The orange king's eyes were full of anger, the young man was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, Long Zaitian stood up again and said, "This is worse than fart! If it wasn't for our gentle and jade-like gentleman Chengkong Jun, I have already cut your head off!"
"Yes! Little man! Little man!"
Fu Xiang knew that this young man was good at martial arts, but he was inarticulate, so he immediately picked a person from the other team who was more able to talk: "Tell me, explain to His Highness what's going on."
The talent was given, and it was too fast to say. The sights they saw when their squad patrolled, the time and place were clearly described. They searched everywhere for the emperor's whereabouts before, but suddenly heard something.
"The captain is gone."
The commander-in-chief, Zhong Ning, was in charge of the activities of these private soldiers, but he suddenly disappeared. This is a little strange. So the private soldiers looked for the captain and the target emperor. Wasted a lot of time.
"Then we met... the guy. He beat us out without raising his hand, and we couldn't even see his face. We didn't even know if he was a ghost. But as soon as we walked in the place I was beaten out, and all those who came out were fainted and could not wake up. The lesson of our team is that we must not lose contact with the whole team. The little people are the last people in the team, so hurry up and report here. "
The Orange King finally understood now. There was no news from Zhong Ning, and he didn't know how the situation was, but hearing this, someone was making trouble somewhere in the palace and knocked out a lot of private soldiers. It just doesn't make sense!
Today is the big day of this king, and someone came to make trouble, when there is no one under this king!
The suffocating energy between the orange king's brows condensed: "Where is it?"
The person who reported the report looked embarrassed and hesitantly said: "In, in the imperial kitchen..."
"..." Brother Orange, who realized what he was talking about, picked up a tomato on the table and smashed it at him, dripping with juice. "The imperial kitchen! The imperial kitchen can be a master of the fart! What are your people doing!"
"No, no, it's true." The man wiped the tomato juice on his face and continued: "That man is in the imperial kitchen, but he's so powerful, one punch will..."
"What do you do with one punch! There are masters in the imperial kitchen."
Brother Orange jumped up like a rabbit kicking an eagle, kicking the hapless messenger all over the floor looking for teeth. Chengkong Jun, who has always been gentle and jade-like, finally couldn't help but be rude.
"Fuck your mother!"
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Testimonials
Written here.
It's still a few hours away from the shelves, and I actually don't know what to write at this moment.
There are so many feelings and so many people to thank.
I want to write one thing at a time, but I feel that there is not enough time, so I will briefly describe the creation process of this book.
The first thing to say is that I'm on the shelf.
When I say it, it's like 'I won an award! ', 'My wife gave birth, son! 'It's almost the same excitement, but it's not easy to express in writing, believe me!
This is my first book to hit shelves in SF and the first to take root in SF.
I'm not as talented as many young writers in SF. In fact, I was originally just an online writer who was silently rushing to the streets. After a certain age, I still couldn't learn well.
But thanks to the support of many readers, this King of Martial Arts finally has the opportunity to compete with you at the top, which makes me feel honored.
The process of writing a book is actually fun and painful. What can I say, it's fun and a little painful... I'm actually happy to share the ordeal of writing, but I'm worried that this tedious story full of caffeine and tossing and turning will disturb you.
So I actually wanted to mention some happy aspects. I remember it was last month. At the beginning of the month, I opened the SF backstage as usual, and accidentally glanced at it... Income.
Yes, income.
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Hmm... click in.
I actually don't understand how it's my money, how am I sneaking about it
Anyway, I clicked in and looked at some of this month's earnings. Ouch! WTF! Why over 1000! Someone hacked my account!
Oh no, they wrote about the bonuses for the newcomer list...
I folded my hands and frowned for a long time, until my sister who was in high school poked me in the face and said 'Brother, are you thinking about squatting on the toilet'. I was freed from thinking.
It turns out that writing can make money! This answer gave me, and I'm sure many other writers, the same joy. A lot of people don't understand what I'm thinking because they think it's normal for writers to make money. But you can make money, it's not mine, why should I trust you
It's like you told an African tribe that there is ice in the world 200 years ago, can you believe him? This is the same situation as mine. They all say that writers can make money. Who has seen it? Maybe it was made up by aliens to fool us.
It is in this amusing situation that I confirmed that my writing is profitable. And in such a funny situation, the driving force of writing was obtained.
So you can easily see the writing process of the king of martial arts: salted fish (big guy, give Zhang a monthly pass!) - funny (brother! Don't think about your new posture of squatting on the toilet, shame!) - explosion and so on (Black Box) - Now on the shelves!
thank you all!
We are so happy to put on the testimonials!
Write to the old cover: This cover of Sword Ranbu was found by accident when I was publishing the book. I thought it was very suitable for the image of a little angel with ambiguous gender like Su Xiao, so I used it.
When I wrote the first word of the manuscript, I began to feel a little sad about this cover character, because I knew that the day of separation was on the December 31st grid of my mobile phone calendar.
When I coded this testimonial, I knew it would be fast, about six hours or so.
I turned on the computer and looked at the interface that belonged to the king of martial arts before it was put on the shelves. For the time being, the cover was still the interface of the past, and I looked at him smiling as usual. I wondered if you knew you were going to leave soon and never come back
When I think of reluctance, I think of gratitude, so I dryly say thank you to this person who actually has nothing to do with me.
Thanks I don't know who, let me meet you on that day.
Thank you for making this book more visible.
However, after today, I will have my own cover. A new body will replace you.
I will probably miss the days of using this cover.
Chapter 29
"It's here."
"Yes, it's here."