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    Unexpectedly, Xiao An did not immediately object, but was silent for a moment and said:

    "Alright, you should know something too."

    Fancy asked: "What?"

    Sure enough, something was hiding from her.

    Xiao An said, "You'll know when you go. You can pack up when you're done. I'll take you in this afternoon, but there are preconditions."

    "you say."

    Xiao An said: "You have to listen to me, and you have to be under my nose all the time, and take away the assertive temper that you have raised for so many years."

    "The gunman's text is full of dangers and some desperate gold-hunting people. If he brought you in without authorization, he has already stepped on his bottom line. If something happens, I can't explain it to him."

    "I don't want it because you and he can't even be friends."

    Nodding fancyly: "I know the severity, so I won't mess around."

    Xiao An said nothing more and took her to the black market.

    The black market in the book city world is notoriously chaotic.

    There were no cleaning and order-keeping NPCs on the streets, there was trash everywhere, and there was a lot of noise.

    There are also no channel divisions, advertisements of various types of articles are posted everywhere in the streets, and there are even special taskers who distribute flyers on the road to shout:

    "[Tiancheng Studio] Recruit a V3-level tasker! Salary is 30 points per thousand words!"

    "[Sancai Building], high-level acquisition of a batch of urban abuse articles, interested parties contact xxx!"

    ......

    The fancy look is dazzling, and the face is dazed.

    "Studio?" she asked.

    Xiao An explained:

    "It's just a group of "fake editors" who specialize in providing all kinds of unfinished articles about gunmen and eunuchs."

    A fancy "oh" sound.

    This black market is more lively than the central square of the book city world.

    It seems that there are really many low-level taskers who lack points.

    If she didn't have the thigh of her ancestors, I'm afraid she would be very sad now.

    Xiao An took her to a studio named "Tiancheng".

    This studio is much more formal and clean than the other ones that are open everywhere on the street. There are more "staff" in it, about a dozen people.

    Seeing Xiao An coming, one of the men with a little fat, particularly white skin, and delicately drawn eyebrows quickly turned around and said with a smile on his face:

    "Master Xiao is here to pick up the job~"

    After speaking, he stuck to Xiao An, and the smoke wave flowed.

    Fancy almost spit out a sip of water.

    Judging from the way other people in the studio are used to it, it is estimated that this person is usually like this.

    Xiao An clicked his tongue and pushed him away with one finger:

    "Fuck away from me, one meter, yes! Just stand there and don't move!"

    Ginkgo stood there aggrieved and didn't dare to move, then took a fancy look, pouted, and said yin and yang:

    "Uncle Xiao is looking for a girlfriend? It's so beautiful. Sure enough, you guys like this one."

    Xiao An glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense with your mother's mouth open, stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and find out the gunman's essay that Zixu received yesterday to see how many roles are left."

    Before Ginkgo left, she glanced at Fancy again, with hostility in her eyes.

    "When did I offend him?" Fancy was inexplicable.

    "Don't pay attention to him. He's gay. When he sees beautiful women, he can't wait to scratch their faces."

    Fancy speechless.

    After a few minutes, Ginkgo came back with a dark blue cover and a small number of pages in his hand, flipped it twice and said:

    "There are only three roles left."

    Xiao An asked him to talk about the three characters.

    "One man and two women, but only one of the female characters is related to the role of the Great God Zixu and is a classmate."

    "I want this, and the male character, how much is it?"

    "Just give 6w whole points~"

    Xiao An turned him around on the spot, very refreshing, and paid an extra 10,000 yuan.

    Bai Guo smiled and turned into a bracket face: "Uncle Xiao is refreshing!"

    Then he was very polite and gave Xiao An the other information of the book.

    Leaving Tiancheng Studio, Fancy asked:

    "Is he an NPC?"

    Xiao An said: "Ginkgo? No, he is a quest person, but he doesn't get points by completing quests like we do, but acts as an intermediary, collecting all kinds of illegal, and selling the characters in it to other quest people, that is' Fake editor'."

    Fancy said: "It's amazing, there are all kinds of people in the book city world, and all kinds of living methods exist."

    "That's right. You haven't been here for a long time, and you haven't seen much. You'll meet more wonderful missionaries in the future. Come and have a look."

    Fancy took over the book, very light, almost no weight, and a little translucent.

    The cover is dark blue, very dark blue, and it looks black if you don't look closely.

    Black...The Psychic Thriller Channel.

    If the color is very close, it is estimated that it is similar.

    Fancy feels a little numb to the scalp.

    "What type of text?"

    Xiao An gave her a strange look:

    "Have you never seen a cover in this color?"

    Fancy shaking his head.

    Xiao An sighed:

    "Zixu protects you really well, and really doesn't let you touch anything bad. Actually, it's nothing, it's just a science fiction disaster article, but it's more realistic and cruel."

    "Is there no demons and ghosts?" Fancy and vigilant asked.

    "No! Who dares to write this kind of article now? Isn't this hitting the muzzle of a gun, don't worry."

    Fancy rest assured, continue to look down.

    Title: "Doomsday Hunter"

    Introduction to the book:

    In the near future, the world of human beings will suddenly change the phases of the moon, and the earth under their feet will undergo drastic geological changes that last for decades.

    High-rise buildings collapsed, the earth collapsed, plants withered, food quickly rotted... There was little left of humanity in this catastrophe.

    On that day, the ground gradually returned to calm, and people stepped back on this familiar and unfamiliar land from the ruins and abyss, only to find that human beings are no longer the masters of this world.

    This profile is very masculine.

    The fancy character is named Dong Qinxin, a sophomore girl.

    The ancestor's character is named Ji Zhengqing, a sophomore boy.

    Xiao An's character is named Qi Bowen, an ordinary office worker.

    That information is gone.

    "What about 70,000 points, just this information?" Fancy and incredible.

    Xiao An said: "Gunman Wen is like this, there are basically no role restrictions, there is no so-called protagonist, and the role is all up to you. Remember what I said, don't act alone after entering the world, I will go to you and be honest at school. Come on, don't run anywhere."

    Fancy: "Got it, I cherish my life, I won't kill myself."

    In the afternoon, Fancy left a message to a few friends, and followed Xiao An into her first shooter essay in her life.

    [The author has something to say]:

    This plane can be regarded as a derivative of "Ling Cage". I have modified some backgrounds and settings according to my own situation. It doesn't matter if you haven't watched this anime~ It doesn't affect reading. The source of the name here is to be afraid of being said to be plagiarized~ Once again, it is a derivative fan! Except for the world view, everything else is different! The plot is really original! Thank you all ღ(´・ᴗ・`) for your heart~

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