The rain continued to fall. When morning came, Yunluo fed himself and Tangtang something to eat, then turned on the computer to work, translating the Chinese information in the mailbox into French, or vice versa. For some professional French words that he did not understand, Yunluo would look up reference books. For some new French words, Yunluo would look up the French terms in the professional field.

Translation is a very boring job that requires carefulness. If Yunluo didn't value the freedom and high pay of this part-time job, and wanted to improve his French, he wouldn't do this job. The death of his parents made Yunluo a little tired of the world and he didn't want to work in a company.

Several major websites in China's online fiction community, led by Singularity Chinese Network, launched the Legal Alliance with 1% of the writers' royalties as funding. They waged a two-year legal battle against pirated and search engines, and finally both sides made concessions and obtained a 24-hour legal period. This move caused the number of subscriptions for online fiction authors to soar.

Yunluo thought that being a part-time writer was not bad. It should be no problem to earn a living by writing a novel about the end of the world for 237 years. It was easier than translating between French and Chinese. Yunluo thought that he would wait until the novel was published, and then see how much the manuscript fee was, and then decide whether to give up the thankless translation job.

After translating the materials in his mailbox, Yunluo looked around on Taobei.com. No buyer had taken the translated materials without confirming payment. All of them had five-star reviews and were old relationships with him. Yunluo didn't like doing French translation work for strangers.

Thinking of the novel, Yunluo went to the Singularity Chinese website to check it out. The 237th Year of the Last World had been changed to the A-signature status. Yunluo logged into the author's backend and a message popped up saying that the contract had arrived. Yunluo didn't waste any time and uploaded five chapters of 15,000 words. The remaining manuscripts were also uploaded by Yunluo to the manuscript storage box, and the automatic release time was set, and then it was offline.

Amid the sound of wind and rain, Yunluo began to recall his experiences when he was three years old. At the age of three, he could already remember things, so he knew more. This volume had about 500,000 words to write. Yunluo's ten fingers tapped the keyboard slowly, and countless words appeared on the document. Every word and every punctuation mark was accurate. Yunluo's thinking was equal to his typing speed.

Tangtang curled up into a soft and cute marshmallow and was sleeping. The evolution of her body required sufficient sleep to survive.

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"Sister, get up. It's time to vote for your brother-in-law." An Qingjue used her clear and tender voice to wake up An Chuyu, who loved to sleep in. An Qingjue knew that it was not the account and password of Yunluo, but she would not log in. That was her sister's privilege.

"Oh, it's been raining in Xihu City these days. I wonder if Luo is doing well, and whether he likes the instant noodles I bought for him." An Chuyu got up a little dazed, rubbing his big eyes with his small hands, muttering something.

An Qingju was very efficient. He logged into the account of Qingju Weiweisuanse and cast all the recommendation votes on the account for The Last Hundred and Thirty-Seven Years, helping his brother-in-law's new book to hit the list of new books by new authors in the science fiction category.

Because a rich man bought a leader, the book "The Last 237" appeared on the top selling list of the Singularity Chinese website for more than ten hours, and the number of collections increased by more than 300. This also gave the An sisters confidence to take action to get "The Last 237" on the list.

An Chuyu was also not slow. When he logged in, he felt a little bitter. He voted for all the recommendations and then logged out. He was not Yunluo when he logged in again. He posted a new chapter in the author's background and selected the work announcement for this volume. He acted cute and rolled around to collect and recommend it. An Chuyu typed and read it himself. He was not particularly satisfied, so he called his sister to be his think tank.

Acting cute is An Qingjue's forte. Without this skill, how could she get any benefits from her sister and brother-in-law?

After An Qingjue's revision, the changes are not big, just adding a line at the beginning: Lunjia is Yunluo's girlfriend, Aluo is very busy writing manuscripts, so the management of the book review area will be left to Lunjia and his sister. Please feel free to be angry if it is not done well.

After the chapter was published, An Qingjue went to recite the Chinese laws in a well-behaved and quiet manner, while An Chuyu really became the deputy moderator of the book review area, carefully checking the posts. Anyway, she was not very motivated.

If there are posts that curse the author for what he wrote, An Chuyu will not get angry. He will lock the posts, ban and delete the posts that make personal attacks, delete the advertising posts, and select the ones with substance and pin them to the top of the list.

An Chuyu knew her own weight and did not discuss with Yunluo the direction of the plot in the 237 years of the apocalypse. She was not a literary beauty, but a sports beauty, because An Chuyu was 1.8 meters tall.

As Yunluo's girlfriend, An Chuyu also has to go to Taobei.com to log into Yunluo's Wangwang account, communicate with buyers who need French-Chinese translation, and answer their questions. Yunluo will leave all business and after-sales services to An Chuyu.

Knowing that her boyfriend was fluent in French and English and would be able to support his girlfriend and their future children, An Chuyu didn't really care about Yunluo staying at home and not looking for a formal job. They were all still young, and it would be best if they could join the same company when An Chuyu did his internship in the second half of his senior year.

An Chuyu has a lot of ideas and is carefully building a couple life with Yunluo.

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Wanli Zhuiming was holding a folding umbrella with gentlemanly demeanor, enjoying Chinese food in the snack street of the Higher Education Park. The rain could not extinguish the passion of a white person for exotic food.

After eating for three hours, Wanli Zhuiming reluctantly left the snack street with an umbrella, thinking that Chinese cuisine was indeed the best in the world. He would come to China often to complete missions in the future. In comparison, British and American cuisine were just dark cuisines.

Back in the three-star hotel room, Wanli Zhuiming carefully read the information about the death of the Double-tailed Scorpion that Yueliang had reported to him, and then leisurely took the food with him: two large-caliber black pistols that looked like crows. This specially customized Fire Crow's Fury could hold twenty bullets, with three special bullets.

Wanli Zhuiming was holding an umbrella and walking in the rain, heading towards the small building where the Twin-tailed Scorpion died. There were only two people in the Black Domain who knew the details of his supernatural powers, and they were both life-long friends who would not betray him. Therefore, the Moon News did not know the specific characteristics of Wanli Zhuiming's supernatural powers, and did not know that the information he needed was only the place where the Twin-tailed Scorpion died.

The Moon Newspaper is affiliated with the Gray Organization and is directly under the jurisdiction of the Council of Elders. In other words, the reason why the Gray Organization is the number one intelligence force in the Black Domain is because of the Moon Newspaper. Of course, the Moon Newspaper itself has been infiltrated by countless forces in the Black Domain. Anyway, the twists and turns inside are very complicated and cannot be explained in a few words.

Half an hour later, Wanli Zhuiming walked into the basement of the small building. Yunluo was typing on the keyboard and writing a novel. Liuxun was sitting in the passenger seat of a white van and patrolling the higher education campus with Bai Shi. The sky was full of rain.

Wanli Zhuiming's awakened superpower is the Eye of Truth, the seventh-level evolutionary form - a true restoration of history, which can trace all traces of existence within thirty-three days, with a range of seven meters.

Wanli Zhuiming stopped and looked at the place where the Twin-tailed Scorpion died. His mental power surged and his supernatural powers were activated. The seventh-level evolutionary form of the Eye of Truth started to restore the true history. Time began to flow backwards, and the body of the Twin-tailed Scorpion appeared. The figures of the three Ba ​​Xia people emerged, the body of the Twin-tailed Scorpion alone, and then a hazy hand reached into the picture!

Yun Luo was shocked. He had the ominous premonition of being tracked down by an evolver using detection and tracking abilities at the end of the world. He snorted coldly, pushed open the glass windowsill, jumped up and disappeared in the rain.

The hand gradually became clearer, a black shadow appeared, and then slowly became real in Wanli Zhuiming's eyes. He saw it, he saw it, the person who killed the double-tailed scorpion was a yellow man. The face was still a little blurry, but it was about to become clear.

Unfortunately, Wanli Zhuiming had no chance. A sword shadow with a sharp gray-white death aura cut through the sky and pierced through the wall of the small building. The tip of the sword, with a cold and indifferent murderous aura, pointed directly at Wanli Zhuiming's head!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Gunshots rang out, rain fell incessantly, thunder roared, sword energy was shocking, and true power surged.

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Liu Xun raised her head, her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, and she looked at Bai Shi. She felt the unobstructed fluctuations of true power coming from the heavy rain. It was two terrifying evolvers fighting, whose level was far higher than Liu Xun. She would just be killed. Liu Xun did not hesitate and immediately dialed Ba Xia's special communicator to report the battle situation to the upper level.

Generally speaking, the fluctuations of telekinesis are very subtle and difficult to perceive. However, once true power is released, it can be earth-shaking, and the energy fluctuations can extend for more than ten kilometers. To some scientific instruments and masters of evolution, it is just a ray of light in the darkness, and the direction and position are extremely clear.

The West Lake City National Security Bureau naturally has scientific instruments that can detect the range of true energy fluctuations in combat, but the location can only be roughly determined, without the accuracy provided by Liu Xun in real time. Ba Xia, an eighth-level evolver master stationed in Jiangnan Province, walked out of his residence.

All the major and minor forces of the Black Domain in West Lake City were alarmed by the mighty battle fluctuations of the true power of the seventh-level evolvers, which caused countless storms for a while.

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The Death Sacrifice Hell Star Sword, infused with Yun Luo's true energy and mental power, shot towards Wanli Zhuiming with lightning speed, carrying a raging murderous aura.

What a great Wanli Zhuiming! He flipped his hands and picked up two Fire Crow's Wrath. Gunshots rang out and they accurately hit the Death Sacrifice Star Sword. The bullets that were loaded with Wanli Zhuiming's true energy and mental power carried a terrifying force and bounced off the fatal blow.

The sword light dissipated, and the evil sword disappeared. Yun Luo stood indifferently at the entrance of the basement and made eye contact with Wanli Zhuiming. The invisible telekinesis appeared as distorted light on Yun Luo's face, making it impossible for Wanli Zhuiming to see Yun Luo's true appearance. Because Yun Luo had unparalleled hiding skills, this level seven evolver couldn't tell that Yun Luo was only level three.

"Sir, you were the one who killed the double-tailed scorpion, right?" Wanli Zhui Ming was as eager to fight as a tiger, and his gun and blade skills had killed countless souls.

"You shouldn't have come. You will die if you come." Yun Luo said indifferently. He raised his right hand and countless raindrops flew in from outside the house. Countless sword threads entered the raindrops and surrounded Yun Luo. At a glance, there were tens of thousands of them, all cold and sharp swords.