After Lin Qiao sent the message, she was about to sit down and think hard about how to write something to deal with Meng Erliu when she suddenly came up with a better idea.
Since Meng Erliu didn't know how to change the plot or where to write when changing it, couldn't she just type a few random words?
Giao! She was such a clever girl.
She opened a random novel website and the writer's backend, then started making up nonsense. For example, goldfish wouldn't die but could even fly for a while when out of water; grass was blue, and people would turn into Avanti if they ate it; rabbits weren't afraid of wolves but would chase them instead.
After making up stories for a while, Lin Qiao was overjoyed, thinking she was really a genius.
... But why was it so bright outside?
Lin Qiao walked out and stood there stunned. "Holy crap, what's going on?"
There was a black - clothed man outside who immediately reached out to stop Lin Qiao. "Sorry, madam, you can't come out."
Lin Qiao's eyes were a bit blank and terrified. "I won't go out. I just want to take a look..."
Outside the thatched cottage, there was a grassland of emerald - blue. It was supposed to be all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in the forest, but with the blue background, the scene was a bit eerie.
Not far away, a goldfish was jumping, not in the water but on a flower. It sucked nectar for a while and then... flapped its fins and flew up.
Even more strangely, a wolf with well - developed muscles saw a rabbit munching on the emerald - blue grass. The wolf's fur stood on end in fear, and it ran away at full speed.
Then, the extremely cute rabbit with pouting lips saw the wolf and hurriedly chased after it, hopping along as if it was having a great time.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Did all her made - up things come true?
Lin Qiao rushed back into the cottage and deleted everything she had just written.
... So, whatever she wrote, no matter where she wrote it, would come true?
The Luying whip was no longer an herb that softened blood vessels and was similar to onions in efficacy, but a miraculous medicine that could completely cure Meng Erliu's sequelae of going berserk.
Damn it, she felt like she had suddenly become some kind of confidential figure.
This feeling was really... really awful.
...
In the evening, Meng Erliu came to the thatched cottage on time. "How much have you written?"
At this time, Meng Erliu was quite different from when he came at noon. He looked more radiant, and the purple veins on his arms were a bit lighter.
In contrast, Lin Qiao, huddled in the corner with her laptop, looked much more haggard.
Lin Qiao stared blankly. "I haven't thought of the plot yet. It's too difficult."
Meng Erliu sneered. "Don't give me that nonsense. What's so difficult? If it weren't for this damned laptop recognizing its master, would I need you?"
Recognize its master? It was true that this was a world of cultivating immortals, but... even a laptop recognized its master? Wasn't this laptop a product of the 21st century?
Oh, maybe it was about the fact that she could write on it, which Meng Erliu had mentioned when he tested her before.
But this laptop didn't really recognize her as its master. It wasn't that mysterious, right...
Lin Qiao held back her urge to complain and continued to pretend to be listless. "I've been in this book for six years, big brother, ancestor. Even if I wrote a hit before, I've almost forgotten everything by now. How can you expect me to recall it all in one afternoon?"
Meng Erliu smiled. "It's okay. I'll write for you."
Lin Qiao rolled her eyes in her heart. If he could write, wouldn't he have done it long ago?
Why did he have to go through so much trouble to capture her and then force her to write?
... Right, when Meng Erliu first captured her and locked her in the cave where she stayed yesterday, he didn't know that she was the author of this book... Although she wasn't actually the author.
But at that time, Meng Erliu really wouldn't have associated her with the author. So, what was Meng Erliu's purpose for capturing her to the cave in the first place?
Moreover, because the situation had always been urgent, Lin Qiao hadn't had time to think deeply about her current situation.
How on earth was she captured by Meng Erliu?
Suddenly, Meng Erliu got close to Lin Qiao, grinned meaningfully, and then suddenly grabbed Lin Qiao's hand!
Lin Qiao was suddenly grabbed by both hands and instinctively tried to pull back. But Meng Erliu had eaten the Luying whip, and all his previous side - effects seemed to have disappeared at once. He was very strong, and his pull hurt Lin Qiao badly, but she couldn't pull back even a bit.
"Meng Erliu, let go—"
Meng Erliu's expression was ferocious, and he seemed to be exuding an evil aura. "Since you're not willing to write, then I'll take your hand off. I'll write with your hand myself."
Damn it!!!
Did this mean he was going to chop off her hands?!!!
A wise man knows when to yield. Lin Qiao had lived for so many years and was a master of yielding. The people in the Jianghu even gave her the nickname "JJ Lin".
Lin Qiao immediately admitted defeat and put on a pleading look. "Wait, wait a minute—"
Meng Erliu still held her hand and motioned for the black - clothed man outside to pass him a knife. "Come on, it's just a pair of hands. Look how scared you are. Don't worry, it won't hurt much. I'm very experienced."
His tone was extremely gentle, but the words he said showed no mercy at all.
Lin Qiao did the opposite. Instead of struggling, she grabbed Meng Erliu's hand. "My lord, I'm truly loyal to you. I really am. I'll come up with how to write right away. Really, please give me another chance. Really..."
"Really?"
"Really, really. I guarantee it's true."
Meng Erliu raised his eyebrows and let go of Lin Qiao's hand. "That's a good girl. Then start writing."
Lin Qiao finally put her racing heart at ease. She felt as if she had just gone through a world war and was sweating cold.
Meng Erliu wasn't just crazy. He was a complete psychopath.
Lin Qiao opened her laptop and racked her brains to think about what to write. But Meng Erliu behind her said something playfully. "How about... writing that Luo Nanchen loses his memory first? That shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"
Lin Qiao's heart skipped a beat.
... Losing memory meant losing all previous memories, right?
Would he also forget about her?
Suddenly, Meng Erliu's face turned bad. He covered his arm and let out a scream.
Lin Qiao looked back and found that Meng Erliu's veins had become more transparent, and the blood flow could be seen clearly.
Even more, Lin Qiao associated the rolling of the blood in Meng Erliu's arm with the surging river, which was vivid.
... Did this mean that the Luying whip wasn't a good medicine but just a pain - reliever that seemed to work well?
And it was a pain - reliever with great side - effects.
After the pain subsided for a while, Meng Erliu's face gradually recovered. He no longer looked at his arm but stared at Lin Qiao and the laptop. "What are you looking at! Hurry up and write! Do you want me to chop off your hands?!"
Feeling the killing intent, Lin Qiao quickly turned back and wrote the plot of Luo Nanchen losing his memory on the laptop.
She wasn't Zou Lvrui, not the author. What she wrote should be useless.
As for Meng Erliu not being able to write on it, was it because he had done some taboo things and offended the god of the laptop?
Anyway, since the effect of the Luying whip didn't come true, the memory - loss should also not come true.
Thinking of this, Lin Qiao felt relieved.
"Report—"
"Luo Nanchen is outside the cave and has gone into a bloodthirsty frenzy. We subordinates can hardly hold him back—"