Vol 10 Chapter 170: ssr shikigami, Yan Mo

Ma Ran certainly believes in Tan Wenxuan.
He knows the bottom line about this gangster, and he knows very well that even when the opponent was a moonlight clan and a sloppy man, he would never lie to himself.
Now, not even more.
For a moment, he really moved.
A lovely destiny, perhaps there is really a pair of invisible big hands that are secretly manipulated, it makes people walk along the established trajectory of destiny, and will not deviate too far from the original trajectory.
Without any reason, without any excuse, Ma Ran decisively rejected the other party's kindness before reacting.
"Thanks, I still want to try it for the last time. If this time the book still doesn't sell well... let's talk about it then."
With such a recovery, the face of good friend Tan Wenxuan suddenly showed a sense of inexplicable profoundness, and it seemed that there was still a touch of guilt.
"Let's do this first, I'm leaving. If you have any difficulties, call me directly."
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Seeing his friend's back figure drifting away on the street, gradually changing from the size of a fist to the size of a mung bean, eventually unable to catch it with the naked eye, Ma Burn couldn't help but let out a wry smile.
From the desktop, he picked up the pile of manuscripts written by himself in the world of Magic Capital.
"Madu Century·In the Darkness, Heart Facing the Holy Light"
For writers, imagination is something that can make people think about it when they are creating, and it can also make people suffer when their self-confidence is lost.
In Ma Ran's eyes, these lines of text are like demons of demons, mocking him unscrupulously and mocking him coldly.
"This is a futile attempt. Your failure is already doomed."
"Everyone's destiny is already weighed by the goddess of destiny at the moment of birth. Your efforts are just useless."
He shook his head abruptly and drove these hallucinations from the depths of his mind. Ma Ran stopped reading the manuscripts that had been verified more than ten times by himself, and directly sent these manuscripts by fax to the publisher who often cooperated with him. edit.
Lying on the chair, the horse burned his thoughts.
Although he is still young, he hasn't touched computer games for many years. I don't know why before. With only a few words of information on the official website of Fentian, with a brainstorm, he wrote a rough outline of more than 5,000 words This is a story about Alsace.
What surprised him was that the outline passed the review of Burning Sky's official website after more than an hour, and he even obtained the authorization for the creation of the same person.
When the outline turned around and returned to my own hands, it turned out to be more than 20,000 words. The details have been expanded three times. The plot is similar to what I expected, but the details are more detailed.
The only requirement of Burning Sky is to pay 50% of royalties and manuscript fees.
Burning Sky will use this money as a charity fund to invest in orphanages and school education in the East.
Compared with those so-called "charitable foundations", Burning Sky's reputation and reputation are more trustworthy, so Ma Ran did not hesitate to sign the authorization contract.
However, the creative process is too depressing and aggrieved.
In just over a month, the creation of 500,000 words almost caused the horse-burning sheath inflammation and carpal inflammation to recur, but its results are unknown.
Ma Ran felt that he had fallen on the path of pursuing his dreams and was about to be completely swallowed by the quagmire called despair.
At this time, he received a video communication invitation from the editor in charge.
"Hi! You have finally released a new work! Reading your novels before, always makes people feel that they are choked by someone's throat and breathless. That kind of depression and heaviness is something other writers don't have, so I have always had faith in you."
"I have read this "Mad Capital Century·Being in the Dark·Heart to the Light" three times, so it is definitely not a compliment. I firmly believe that this book is your major breakthrough! Although the book has not yet been published, it will definitely be able to achieve good grade!"
Although he knows that the editor in charge is sincere and serious, Ma Ran has become accustomed to hearing words of comfort or encouragement countless times over the years.
He responded flatly: "As long as I can publish five thousand copies, I'm already very satisfied."
When Ma Ran first debuted, he became famous because of his exquisite writing and passion. The first edition of Virgo was 30,000 copies, and 100,000 copies were printed later!
With the passage of time, his first edition of the book, published less and less books.
Twenty thousand...
Ten thousand...
Up to now, there are only five thousand copies left.
The half-million-word magic capital world fan fiction is initially priced at 25 yuan a book, because the honor aura of the original "genius young writer" has now been shattered, so the rake is only 20%.
Coupled with the 14% royalty deduction, if the number of printed copies of the publication can reach the figure of five thousand and all are sold, he will eventually get 21,000 yuan.
This can sustain Ma Ran and his daughter's life for six months.
In order not to starve to death in half a year, he must write a second work within half a year.
As for what to do when his daughter reaches the age of entering school, he didn't think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.
A writer like him...
No, Jiu Liu writer, how dare to imagine such a distant thing?
Whenever he looked at his daughter's innocent and cute smiling face, his heart felt a twitching pain.
She who is well-behaved and sensible should have a better father.
"Dad, I heard that "The Legend of Youkai" is very fun. Do you want to write the story of the next book?"
"I feel that the people at Fentian Company are all very nice. Last time, the strange lady whose name was only one character, didn't she fill in the outline for you, do you want to apply for authorization?"
Xiaoxue, who is only ten years old, is already very sensible, and his ability to observe words and colors is not inferior to ordinary adults with average emotional intelligence.
She blinked her big watery eyes pitifully, and said in a tender and slender voice: "Don't bother to write novels. Combination of work and rest is the most important thing! If you go like your mother, who Will you take care of me?"
"Okay...well, I just don't know if Mr. Lin Yan and his housekeeper are willing to continue to reward our father and daughter for a bite of food..."
Ma Ranqiang smiled and downloaded and installed the game "Youkai Biography" on his mobile phone.
Then, try the monster transmission.
Xiaoxue has always liked a female character in this game. It seems to be called [Yan Mo]. I don’t know if I can see it...
"New Monster Legend [Burning], you are welcome! The Lao Office has specially prepared three summoning talisman for you, and you can summon Shijin by sketching the summoning talisman formation on the talisman paper!"
Ma Ran saw this sudden reminder, and he was a little confused.
When he played the game just now, he seemed to have seen the official event. When he registered a new account, there was a 1% chance of getting three extra summoning talisman papers for free.
He sketched out a six-pointed star pattern, and by default, Qingming, the protagonist of the game, began to recite the Taoist nine-character mantra.
"Prompt, pawn, fight, zhe, all, formation, rank, forward, line!"
"SSR Shiki God-Yan Mo, the summoning is successful!"
"Let's go to the underworld with your concubine!"
A crisp and charming voice rang in Ma Ran's ears, watching Xiaoxue who cheered like a little angel, thinking of his deceased wife, for a moment, tears burst into her eyes. ,, ..
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