What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book Chapter 246: The demon concubine Qiuqiu who troubles the emperor’s heart

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In fact, sometimes Chu Ge doubts his own judgment because there are some logical problems here.

Take Wang Ming as an example. The more people know about him, the more they feel that "there really is a Wang Ming". Then the Wang Ming in people's minds should be a violent and brainless militant, which means that his character is set instead. It will become more solidified, which is the so-called "deeply rooted in people's hearts." . .

Just like people think that Guan Yu, who has a red face and a green hat, uses the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, he has solidified into this image. As for what he really looks like, it doesn't matter.

From this perspective, people's cognition will not make the world more real, on the contrary, it will become more solid and fake.

But Wang Ming has indeed become less solid and has become a monk... What is this logic?

Does it mean that it doesn’t matter what people know him like, the important thing is to know him first?

With the existence of this person in everyone's heart, he becomes more real. As for what other people think of him, doesn't it matter?

It’s also true... What a person is actually like does not depend on other people’s perceptions. I think Guan Yu uses a knife, which does not affect others’ use of his horse.

Everyone says that Chu Ge is short, but it doesn’t affect the fact that he is actually very thick and long!

On this special stage where the world comes true, he must first have a sense of presence, and then everything else.

It just so happens that Wang Ming is an early stage sidekick who will never appear again. "Heaven" no longer looks down on him, and he has his own life.

Chu Ge suddenly thought, if he thought of writing about him again later, but he was no longer in Yunji Sect, how would this count? Could it be that as he wrote it, he felt that he was not suitable to be a monk and returned to secular life...

Of course I can't write about him anymore, it's just meaningless literature. However, such a life is indeed quite tragic, so Qiu Wuji wants to escape.

Since the "serious consequences" of the forced ascension and the escape of Xiao Huo Miao, Qiu Wuji has never said anything about breaking away from Heaven, but Chu Ge understands that this must still be her biggest goal.

Also my own.

I want a real person, not a paper person controlled by me. Even if she looks very much like a real person now...it is just a "likeness". Her life is still controlled by my own writing, and it still belongs to what I want to give her. In a situation where she would die if a knife was struck.

I want to make a story about her sleeping with Tiandao disciple Chu Ge. She probably really wants to...

She has never escaped from this situation, just because she is in love, she no longer deliberately emphasizes it.

"Wang Ming has changed himself. This is proof that we are on the right track." Chu Ge said with a smile: "And we have tried it before. Such progress will greatly improve my control of the world, especially It’s the details that I won’t write about in writing, such as when the sun rises, it can start to have an impact. This GM has more authority. As long as you continue, it will happen sooner or later.”

Qiu Wuji glanced around: "Try to say as little as possible about 'Tianji'. If you are used to talking behind others, you will inevitably let it slip in front of others, so be careful."

"Okay..."

"We are indeed on the right path, and the changes are now visible to the naked eye." Qiu Wuji said: "But your strength must match it, otherwise it will be like giving you the authority to modify the script but not being able to change it. It’s no use.”

"This is a good metaphor, haha..."

"There has been a precedent. You corrected my ascension, and you turned pale and almost suffered internal injuries. If something more serious happens, you can't control it."

"Hmm...but you seem to be talking about secrets too."

Qiu Wuji stared.

Chu Ge tilted his head.

"Don't say it, right?" Qiu Wuji grinded his teeth and straightened his face: "If you don't say it, we will do it."

Chu Ge was delighted: "Is it right here? Is it a little cold?"

Qiu Wuji sneered: "That's right, it's right here, the stone platform where I practiced just now. Go and feel the ice-cold sword intent. I also left a set of advanced flying sword techniques here, you can understand How long it takes depends on how long you can survive."

Chu Ge: "?"

When you say do it...you mean do this?

Qiu Wuji looked at the sky with his hands behind his back: "Don't you know what you have to face when you come here?"

Yes, this is the cold-faced evil woman Qiu Wuji, not the cute Qiuqiu Wuwuwu...

Chu Ge sniffed: "Can our two numbers be so clearly distinguished?"

"No." Qiu Wuji flicked his sleeves.

Chu Ge screamed and fell into the high platform like a cloud.

"Swish, swish!" The surrounding sword energy condensed into frost, forming a sword prison, making it impossible to get out...

The bone-chilling coldness chilled his soul, Chu Ge shivered and hugged his body: "Qiu Wuji, what the **** are you..."

Qiu Wuji turned around and left with an expressionless expression.

…………

Now.

Qiu Wuji carefully made a cup of spiritual energy tea for Chu Ge in Code Words.

Chu Ge’s eyes were dull, and his fingers were crackling like a typewriter, typing words, seemingly unaware that she was around.

It is just a shell of pure instinct, and the only bit of spiritual light is used in code words.

Too bad.

Qiu Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay, but he was afraid that he would be bullied over there, and then they would attack him. At that time, should the poor assistant Qiuqiu resist...

The body suddenly moved, and he reached out to pick up the tea cup and took a sip of tea: "It's so cold... Qiu Wuji, what the **** are you..."

Put down the tea cup and continue coding.

Qiu Wuji: "..."

She whispered quietly: "Write a small side story that won't be published, about Qiu Wuji using his arms to ward off the cold to his disciples. How can Father God be bullied by the stinky woman he writes? Idiot."

I don’t know if the broken body of Chu Ge heard it. Qiu Wuji blushed and became hot when he said it. He didn’t dare to wait for his reaction. He shrank his head and quietly retreated out.

Qiu Wuji, Qiu Wuji, how could you be so depraved.

I paid it for nothing, but I actually made slanderous remarks and fell into dire straits.

Isn’t this the demon concubine who has troubled your heart?

Go write a diary and criticize yourself...

…………

The world in the book.

Knowing that he would be forced to practice when he came in, Chu Ge still didn’t expect to be so direct and cruel.

This place is not just as simple as the snow flying in the sky as big as goose feathers. This stone platform is obviously built with a special formation to condense the extreme cold. There are also dharma patterns engraved on the stage, which contain the relevant kendo experience and a complete set of flying sword techniques that Qiu Wuji realized when he realized the ice cold sword intention. With the surrounding extreme ice cold environment, the practice is more suitable.

If a true disciple came here, it would be called a towering creation. It would be possible for him to be transformed into a strong man overnight.

Chu Ge also knows that this is a good thing, but how can I put it... it's harmful, I can't describe it, the difference between the inside and outside of the book is too big, this Qiuqiu is so cruel, oh oh oh...

I can only force my mind to divert from the nonsense between men and women, and seriously understand the practice here.

Because he is a soul, he can perceive magic patterns and the like more directly than ordinary people. It is a bit similar to enlightenment, which reaches directly to the soul.

Chu Ge could clearly feel the sword spirit combining sword energy and ice coldness, as if in the glacier as far as the eye could see, ice edges were blooming everywhere. It was cold and sharp, but also had a different kind of beauty.

It seems like an ice peak rises from the bottom of the sea, piercing the sky like a sword. The cold ice mist surrounds the surrounding area, condensing like a dragon, winding and circling.

Chu Ge couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. He really didn't write about Qiu Wuji's meeting, but she realized that she had created her own merits, and she had already surpassed the world.

This is the boundless autumn.

But... so cold, so tired...

I can't stand it any longer... It feels like my soul is about to be frozen, and it feels like there are thousands of swords coming over me, cutting me repeatedly. The discomfort is really incomprehensible to outsiders.

That’s so cruel. Qiuqiu, this can obviously be done step by step, so what?

I admire you, but I am not really a bad person. I am bullying others. This is... Just wait and see how I bully your trumpet when I get back, hum.

Just as I was thinking this, the devil's murmur seemed to resound from the depths of my soul: "Write a small side story that won't be published, and write about Qiu Wuji using his arms to ward off the cold to his disciples. Father God can still be bullied by the stinky woman he wrote. ? Idiot."

Chugo blinked.

For a long time, he didn't dare to write about things that Qiu Wuji didn't like to do. He had promised "we will discuss it" long before we fell in love.

But this time...

Did Qiuqiu say it herself?

Are you feeling dazed by the cold and having some hallucinations? Would Qiuqiu herself say that?

Isn't it bad to do this... Chu Ge, Chu Ge, how can you be so shameless, I will not do such a thing!

The dull body in front of the screen opened a new document and typed word by word: "Extra: Qiu Wuji and Two or Three Things about Tiandao Disciple"

You say no, but your body is still very honest...