"What's the name of the novel? Who wrote it?"
The shadow asked.
Han Feng said calmly, "It's called Melee Summoner, and the author is Lao Xiang Xianyan."
The shadow's eyes flashed, "Has Lao Xiang ever written other novels while smoking?"
Han Feng shook his head, "No."
The shadow was puzzled. "If it's so good, why don't you continue writing?"
Han Feng sighed deeply, "Because... he starved to death."
Black shadow: “…”
Did the old elephant starve to death from smoking?
Why would such an excellent author starve to death?
Is there still justice in the world?
The shadow couldn't help but ask, "Why did the old elephant starve to death after smoking?"
Han Feng looked melancholy. "Writing novels is just like working. You need to support your family. If you can't make money, you can't eat. If you can't eat, won't you starve to death?"
The shadow didn't understand. "But he writes so well, why can't he make money?"
Han Feng said in a deep voice: "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame Xiao Shizi!"
"What does this have to do with the persimmon?"
The shadow was confused.
Han Feng explained, "Because Lao Xiang smoked and wrote on the Persimmon Novel website, but Persimmon Novel refused to give him traffic. Without traffic, he couldn't make money, and over time he starved to death!"
"Persimmon Novel is so blind!"
The man in black muttered hatefully.
Han Feng changed the subject, "As agreed, I've finished telling you the story, so you should give me the things, right?"
"Give."
The black shadow kept his promise and gave Han Feng twenty items.
Han Feng happily put it into the space cloth bag.
At this moment, the black shadow threw another star-shining bead to Han Feng.
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