In the afternoon, the lazy sun shines through the thin screen windows and falls into this black and white apartment. A light layer of soft light adds a touch of softness and warmth to this simple, atmospheric yet slightly empty room.
There are several financial magazines on the black coffee table in the living room, two or three men's T-shirts are scattered on the gray leather sofa, and the casually exposed brand name shows that it is expensive.
There is a rare and expensive potted plant on the left side of the sofa.
Following the potted plants and going inward is a well-equipped gym. Compared with the deserted living room, the things in it are often 'pampered' by the owner, especially the treadmill, which is still stained with water stains. been used.
Next to the gym is the bathroom, where the rain-like sound of water stopped abruptly, the glass door opened, and a very handsome man stepped out in the heat.
His short hair was dripping wet, with a pair of long and narrow hyacinth eyes slightly raised under his smooth forehead, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and an excellent neck line, which ran along the protruding collarbone, and down was wheat-colored sturdy. The chest, pronounced abs and slender legs, water stains that were not completely wiped off make this male body feel extremely sexual.
He tossed his hair, casually tied a wide bath towel around his waist, habitually picked up a cigarette with his long fingers, lit it and put it to his mouth, connecting to the constantly vibrating mobile phone.
"Hey." The voice was just like the person, with a hoarse and a little loose, and it was unexpectedly very provocative.
When the person on the other side of the phone heard his voice, he almost burst into tears: "Brother Chu! You finally answered the phone! You finally appeared! I'm going crazy!"
Chu Muyun raised his hand slightly, took the phone away from his ear, and waited for the person inside to finish shouting before replying leisurely, "I was in Senegal a few days ago, and the signal is not good there."
When Xiao Zhang heard what he said, he immediately exclaimed: "Senegal?? Brother Chu, are you going to participate in a car rally or to cross the Sahara?"
Chu Muyun said casually, "I've tried it all."
Xiao Zhang on the opposite side took a deep breath: "Serve, suit in capital letters!"
Chu Muyun flicked the ash and continued to ask, "What's the matter?"
Only then did Xiao Zhang remember his work, and he immediately screamed: "Brother Chu! Huateng Pictures has already bid in eight figures, they are really determined to buy "Devil World"! Why don't you let go? , why not sell it! How many people dream of making their work into a TV series! You are making a movie directly, and you have to make a few in one go, this is simply a legend!"
Compared to the other party's excitement, Chu Muyun, the party involved, didn't even have a fluctuating voice: "I don't sell it, I'm not interested in making it into a movie."
Xiao Zhang really wanted to kneel: "Why! They found first-class directors and first-line stars, absolutely big lineup, absolutely..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Muyun replied, "It's not educational, it's just taking pictures to harm people."
Xiao Zhang was choked with hatred by him, and couldn't help but say, "Why is there no educational significance? How passionate our protagonist is! How positive energy! How positive!"
Chu Muyun laughed: "Are you sure the audience wants to see the protagonist and not the villain?"
Xiao Zhang was so choked that he couldn't speak.
Chu Muyun looked at the time and didn't want to say more: "Okay, if it's still this matter, don't talk about it, I'm not interested."
Seeing that he was about to hang up, Xiao Zhang hurriedly screamed again: "Brother Chu! If you don't sell it, you won't sell it. Let's talk about the new article! It's been three months since "Devil World" ended, do you want to consider writing it? New? Readers are waiting!"
Chu Muyun replied without thinking, "I don't have any plans for this at the moment."
If Xiao Zhang was in front of him, he would have knelt down and hugged his thighs: "Brother Chu, you can do it, write something! Money, money, it's all money!"
Chu Muyun pressed the cigarette into the black spar's ashtray and replied, "I'm not short of money."
Xiao Zhang was about to cry: "How can anyone think that there is too much money..."
Chu Muyun stretched out his long legs and said while looking for clothes to wear outside, "Why do I really want money to write a book? Wouldn't it be better to return to Holley to earn more?"
This sentence completely made Xiao Zhang feel helpless.
He really had nothing to say. After three years as an editor, he never thought that he would sign such a great god.
The first time I wrote a book, I became a god, and it took a year to become the mainstay of the website, which is a miracle.
After in-depth understanding, Zhang Ren was full of admiration and admiration and knelt down.
This great god is a true winner in life!
With a height of 1.85 meters and a sexy body like a model, she is still handsome and handsome, with light eyebrows and eyes, I don't know how many people's hearts and souls can be seduced.
… After giving birth to such a demonic appearance, it is terrifying that he is still very capable.
Before writing the book, he was an executive of the world's top 100 Holly Group. He has a bright future and a soft annual salary. As long as he gets along, he will become a celebrity on the Forbes list in minutes.
However... He quit his job without saying a word, the reason being: he wanted to find some time to write a novel.
It's so special! Willful to have no friends!
Xiao Zhang stared at the phone that had been hung up, and his mood was very complicated: People are better than people, it's really impossible to live!
Chu Muyun didn't put down his phone, he flipped through the address book, skipped a row of names, and finally stopped at a name with the note "7.31".
Komatsu? Chu Muyun thought about it for a while, and vaguely remembered that it was the little boy he met in the bar before he went to Senegal.
After spending half a month in the desert, Chu Muyun still wanted to relax.
He opened the name and dialed the phone. After only two rings, a crisp surprise came from the opposite side: "Brother Chu? I thought you would never contact me again!"
Chu Muyun's voice was low and magnetic: "Are you free at night?"
The young man on the opposite side took a deep breath and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes!" Even if you are busy, you have to go! Such a superb man is unbelievable!
He is handsome, generous, gentle and tolerant, and more importantly, he lives well... Thinking about that night after more than half a month, Komatsu feels blushing and heartbeat! I thought I would never be able to get in touch again, but I didn't expect to be able to come again, how could I not go
Chu Muyun smiled: "I made a reservation at Yade tonight to have dinner together."
When Komatsu heard this, he was even more excited. The Michelin three-star restaurant is so generous!
Chu Muyun got dressed, took the car keys and went out.
It's just that Chu Muyun at this time never imagined that he would never return to the apartment where he lived alone for six years.
At the moment of the car accident, Chu Muyun understood that he was absolutely dead.
But in the darkness, his consciousness still did not disappear, and even after wandering for a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Before he could see the scene in front of him, he was stunned by the large amount of information that suddenly poured into his mind.
he is not dead...
But he did leave his own world.
... This is "Devil", but how did he come to the novel he wrote
Suddenly, the pungent bloody smell and the thick burnt stench hit his face. Chu Muyun was not a spoiled person, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he still couldn't hold back the nausea.
A living hell on earth.
The scarlet fire almost illuminated the pitch-black sky, and the rotten smell of sticky corpses rose along with the scorched smoke of the wood, making Qionglou Yuyu a mess, turning countless lives into corpses, blood flowing into rivers, and soot. Flying around, under the high temperature baking, everything is constantly distorted, creating a terrifying and dehumanizing picture.
Chu Muyun stared blankly.
In a trance, a breeze blew past, and a slender figure moved from far to near.
Extremely illusory and unreal, the man seemed to be walking out of the flames, with bursts of cool and refreshing fragrance, like a banished immortal who had fallen into hell, dragging light blue clothes and covering a misty gauze, His jet-black hair and robes rolled, accompanied by his graceful and slow footsteps, as light as a thin-winged elf, fluttering up gracefully, beautiful and refined.
He stopped in front of Chu Muyun, bent down slightly, Fenghua Wushuang's face had light gray eyes that were gentle enough to drown people, and his voice was very nice: "Your home is ruined, your parents are If you were killed, go back with me, and I will be your family and your father."
Such a sea of blood and hell, such a beauty as bright as the bright moon, saying such beautiful words, no one may be able to refuse.
However…
Chu Muyun's face was ashen.
There were only two lines rolling in his mind:
Mo Jiushao.
When your father and I set up your evil taste, I really didn't expect that I would be able to experience it myself.