Lin Qiao took a deep breath. "You've got to tell me how to write it. I can't just... write blindly, can I?"
Every moment she could stall now was another chance at life for her.
Although she was extremely reluctant to talk to this lunatic, her life was more important...
Meng Erliu gave a sinister smile. "Write that Luo Nanchen is brought down by Meng Erliu and then hacked into pieces. And that Meng Erliu becomes the next emperor of Yunjin and will be remembered throughout the ages."
Lin Qiao nodded while searching on the computer. Damn it, she couldn't find where to write!
She had to stall for more time. "My lord, what you've said is the ending. Look, the original plot is in a complete mess now. The book must have changed along with the plot. I have to start writing from now on. You should tell me about your great cause so that I can describe you in detail."
Damn it, Lin Qiao, you spineless woman!
She had never spoken so humbly to Luo Nanchen...
Lin Qiao berated herself in her heart. And in the process of self - loathing, she found Zou Lurui's author's backend.
Sure enough, the saying "love means scolding and beating; no scolding or beating means no love" was an eternal truth.
And it applied to herself too.
She clicked into the author's backend, and there were a whole bunch of reader messages.
【......】
【What the hell is the current plot?】
【Is the author sleepwalking? And then changed all the previous plots?】
【But! Where's my Li Yingmeng! Where has my precious daughter gone!】
【Author, wake up. Stop letting your imagination run wild. I want to see the male lead chasing after girls...】
【I haven't read for a few days, and the female lead has changed???】
【Damn, the step - mom literature. It's so exciting!】
【I suddenly think the loyal dog male lead is more appealing than the scheming emperor...】
Sure enough, the current plot was in a complete mess. You could tell a bit from these messages.
But!
The feeling of having tens of millions of readers watching her life... was kind of terrifying.
Wait... would her inner thoughts also be seen by the readers?
...Wouldn't that mean that what she was thinking now would be shown to the readers word for word?!
Damn it, it felt like there was no privacy at all.
Meng Erliu roared, "Asleep? Get to work!"
Lin Qiao quickly came back to her senses. "My lord, please give your orders."
"Hehe, at least you know to wait for my orders," Meng Erliu gave a dry laugh, as if threatening. "You know exactly what I want. Write here right in front of me."
The words "I'll watch you write" had different implications in different situations.
For example, in a classroom, when a cold and aloof top student said to a struggling classmate, "I'll watch you write," it had an infinitely doting feeling and was a standard in campus youth dramas.
Another example, at home after school, when the mother was cooking in the kitchen and the father was with the child, saying, "I'll watch you write," it had a heart - warming tone and was a standard in heart - warming family dramas.
For instance, in a company, when a domineering CEO said to a clumsy little assistant, "I'll watch you write," it had an ambiguous and charming atmosphere and was a standard in urban youth domineering CEO dramas.
And yet another example, in the court, when a high - ranking and lonely prime minister said to his young apprentice, "I'll watch you write," it had a solemn and stirring feeling of patriotism and was a standard in heavy historical dramas.
It might also be the growth history of a younger lover (crossed out).
But now, when Meng Erliu said to her, "I'll watch you write," it had an indescribable feeling, but in general, it was like the atmosphere of a horror movie.
Lin Qiao shivered as she opened the new chapter. Then she turned to Meng Erliu. "M - my lord, you have to tell me more details about your great cause. Otherwise, I can't..."
Meng Erliu said impatiently, "What do you want to know?"
"Like Xie Kuihai, that lava, those people you just froze in place... Oh, right, and Qu Yinghan too."
"Xie Kuihai is a businessman. That ghost baby is a blood - supply pool for my cultivation. The previous blood - supply pool was the magma you saw just now. But those people's bloodlines were impure. The ghost baby is more effective. Also, killing too many people would alert Luo Nanchen."
Lin Qiao quickly nodded in agreement. "Wow, my lord, you're so amazing. You could come up with such a flawless plan."
But in fact, Lin Qiao was almost vomiting from nausea.
If she hadn't seen how the ghost baby was made with her own eyes, she might really have thought that making the ghost baby was to cause less killing.
But who was more noble than whom?
Was Xue Tingyu supposed to sacrifice her life for those people?
Moreover, Meng Erliu wasn't trying to cause less killing. He was just afraid of being discovered by Luo Nanchen.
Sure enough, once a person was bad, they were bad all the way.
Lin Qiao continued to stall for time tentatively. "My lord, what you said just now was the ending, not the process of the story. You have to connect it with the current plot so that I can continue writing."
Meng Erliu thought for a while. "Then make up a kind of medicinal herb that can cure my arm. Let it grow in the En Dian Cheng Giant Forest. It should be available for picking right now."
Lin Qiao nodded. "S - sure, no problem."
But her typing hand was trembling slightly.
The computer was right there, but Meng Erliu didn't write himself. He had to find the author to write... Although she wasn't the real author, Meng Erliu didn't know if she was real or not!
What did this mean? It meant that Meng Erliu couldn't write it himself, or there would be some side - effects if he did.
Rather than dying now, Lin Qiao chose a reprieve.
So she continued to probe. "There's a Lu Ying Whip in the En Dian Cheng Giant Forest that can cure the purple veins bulging on your arm... Is that okay?"
Meng Erliu looked at the screen. "You really wrote it... Okay, you didn't lie to me. Servants."
Lin Qiao thought thoughtfully. Could it be that Meng Erliu had tried to rewrite the plot himself before but couldn't?
Otherwise, why would Meng Erliu say that she really wrote it?
No... She wasn't the author either. Why could she write it?
Damn it, this chaotic order was getting more and more confusing. Lin Qiao scratched the back of her head.
A person in black night clothes came in. "My lord, please give your orders."
Meng Erliu said, "Go to the forest and find a medicinal herb called Lu Ying Whip."
The person in black night clothes withdrew.
If they couldn't find this Lu Ying Whip, she would have to die right here today.
Lin Qiao fidgeted with her hands. She always did this when she was nervous. Only Luo Nanchen had noticed this habit of hers, and he often used it to expose her forced calmness.
Thinking of Luo Nanchen, Lin Qiao felt even more miserable. She just couldn't figure out how she had been captured by Meng Erliu...