Chapter 6 Group Pet Article
Luke spoke with great confidence.
The word "quill pen" was finally refined into a keyword: pen.
Lujia: "Have you heard of the wonderful writing? It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. It doesn't matter if you give birth to a paper man or eight babies at once."
They are determined to be the fertility-giving Guanyin of the dragon clan.
Although there were some fresh words used, Quill finally understood what kind of nonsense this was, which was basically just writing a story.
Writing requires a pen, but it has not yet associated the pen with itself. After all, no one dares to be so bold.
It thinks this is a good idea.
You are really looking for death.
If you write a book and present it to the dragon clan to make friends, any normal strong person would feel offended, and those who don't know would think that you are mocking their infertility.
"What do you think?" Luke asked.
Quill Honesty: "I think it's really good."
Luke curled the corners of his mouth.
If it was the former Alex, perhaps he would be able to smell some clues from it, but a deformed heart without a brain stem only looks at the surface when encountering things.
This is not because of its superficial view. The races in the Holy Demon Continent have basically no concept of entertainment. They don't know how much energy, financial resources and material resources fans can devote to someone they have never met.
However, as a time traveler, Luke lacks knowledge of history.
The original body rarely read books, which happened to be the area where the feather pen excelled.
"Let's make another contract. You unconditionally agree to cooperate with my creation, such as taking notes and providing real information."
Quill refused without even thinking: "Dream on."
Lujia was determined to find a servant for himself, but he did not rely on sweet talk. Instead, he pretended to think: "Okay, then I'll think of other ways to become stronger."
Seeing that he had given up on his suicidal idea, the quill brushed its own feathers.
"...Wait, let me think about it."
A few minutes later, the two parties concluded the third contract.
Luke was very satisfied. One day, he would sign the contract between them into a thousand-layer cake.
After drinking some magic beans to dispel his sleepiness, Luke pressed the special bell in the room of the guild hall.
Maya walked in with a series of ding-dong sounds.
Luke said directly, "Excuse me, do you have any paper?"
"Hold on."
After a while, Maya brought the parchment scroll.
Luke was surprised: "No paper?"
As far as I can remember, paper became popular hundreds of years ago.
Maya: "Yes, but the parchment is better."
"What's good about it?" There's absolutely no paper to write on.
Maya: “It makes the words look more expensive.”
Rhine Commercial Bank adheres to the principle that everything should be high-end.
“…Okay.”
Maya backed off.
Although the quill pen can write by dictation, Luke prefers to hold the pen himself, commonly known as the sense of atmosphere.
If the target is a dragon, you can’t just write “dragon”, otherwise it would be too purposeful.
Lujia made some settings first, and then asked, "Among the dragons, are there any species that are almost extinct? It would be best if they have a unique appearance."
"Angry Dragon."
The feather pen is indeed a walking history book, with a rich reserve of knowledge. It directly gave the answer: "The angry dragon has a brutal temperament and was once the peak combat power of the dragon clan."
Luke spread out the paper and made a gesture of invitation.
With the third contract maintained, the feather pen began to paint with the hope that the other party would reincarnate as soon as possible.
With just a few strokes, it easily outlines a lifelike outline, and the scales cannot cover the tense muscles. The most unique feature of the angry dragon is that it has long, sharp thorns like thorns growing on its back.
Lujia stared at it for a few seconds, referred to the standard answer, and drew a mimetic Q version below.
The quill almost bent into a question mark.
ugly.
So ugly and chubby.
It's a bit weird, take another look.
To use today's words, it's ugly to the extreme.
Luke began to further imitate the tiger.
He thought for a moment and made further changes to the chubby Q version dragon.
First, the wings were wiped off, and the noble silver-white scales were all replaced with gold.
The benefits of the feather pen are further highlighted. It can extract elemental magic and construct various colors at will.
Afterwards, Luka referred to the characteristics of the Eastern dragon and made the curve smoother until it became streamlined, and changed from four claws to five claws.
Quill: "What kind of creepy crawly creature are you drawing?"
Can a dragon without wings still be called a dragon?
Luka said calmly: "Don't worry, I have invisible wings."
He gave the reason for the 'four-in-one' appearance: "This dragon was a dead egg before it hatched. Its parents abandoned it in a land polluted by black magic, causing it to mutate and eventually hatch by accident."
"...No dragon would throw away an egg, even a dead egg."
Luke: "Because its parents turned against each other, and this dragon egg was born with a different shell color."
Why does this setting look so familiar?
The feather pen accidentally saw Luke's rare black hair and was silent for a moment.
"You didn't refer to your own situation?"
"Of course." Luke admitted generously, holding up his slender index finger: "The first step in writing is all personal stuff."
Just smuggling in some stuff is not enough to satisfy myself.
It is necessary to quietly integrate one's own characteristics into the image of the cub, laying the foundation for the dragon clan's love for the cub in the future.
Dragons are not patient creatures.
Luke does not intend to explain her background and other important details, leaving the readers to guess for themselves in a half-hidden way. He only needs to state the topic at the beginning and let the protagonist appear directly.
After a brief consideration, Luke took out another parchment scroll and started to write:
[In the dark and cold cave, a strange egg shook slightly.
The surface is covered with messy lines and is about the size of two ostrich eggs. 】
Feather Pen couldn't stand the poor mistakes and corrected them, saying, "The texture of dragon eggs is very regular. They are at least five times larger than this one."
"I already said it was a mutation."
It is a miracle that it can be successfully hatched, and you can’t just write about the dragon.
Luke continued writing:
[A crisp sound broke the silence in the cave.
Snap!
A crack appeared on the surface of the eggshell and a slight scratching sound was heard from inside, as if something was trying hard to get out. As the cracks became more numerous, the scratching noises became louder. 】
Dragons also lay eggs, so they subconsciously have a sense of empathy for creatures breaking out of their shells. As long as they see the words, they will inevitably look forward to the successful hatching of the shell.
Luke changed his perspective at the right time and wrote about the surrounding environment.
[However, in another corner of the cave, a terrifying evil eye was staring at the egg that was about to hatch.
This is a male mutant monster contaminated by black magic, and its original identity is unknown. It has a sturdy body and shiny black-yellow fur. The most unique thing is that the mutation has caused a 'pouch' to grow on its abdomen. 】
Luke made reference to a kangaroo that was very good at fighting.
Quill discovered that he really liked having a son.
[Since its power got out of control, the monster has become more vicious and brutal. It is considered the boss of this island, and other monsters will stay away from it.
Now, the horrible monster is thinking whether to store the egg as a reserve food or eat it directly.
Smells so good.
It has not eaten fresh life for a long time. 】
Quill gave a rare affirmation: "Monsters were once the shadow of the Holy Demon Continent. They cannot feel pain and fight extremely violently."
Because this is a rough draft, the environment and some modifications will be added and modified as appropriate during the revision. Luke will skip these and continue writing:
[While the monster was thinking, a weak claw finally broke through the barrier and stretched out from the crack. 】
【Only thin golden scales covered the surface, and in the gaps was light pink tender flesh. One, two... claws were scratching the surface of the eggshell tightly.
Then, a timid little head popped out.
Like the only other creatures on the island, it also looks strange, with a total of five claws.
The newborn monster was so hungry that it had no sense of alertness at all. It didn't come out completely, it was scratching at the eggshell, its mouth wide open.
ah.
The little monster showed its sharp teeth and bit down. 】
Quill just thought it was absurd: "Why are you describing appearances now?"
"...Monsters don't care what their food looks like. So why aren't they eating?"
Luke said perfunctorily: "You can't eat hot food in a hurry."
[The cub gnawed the eggshell crisply, as if it was eating the most delicious thing in the world.
——Until a shadow fell from overhead, and it raised its head slowly.
The white and sharp fangs hang high above the head like icicles! 】
"No." Quill corrected: "The speed of monsters is second only to that of dragons. How can a newborn kid have the chance to see the teeth of a monster while it eats?"
With a click, life is over.
Luke sneered. Is the play going to end right away?
[“a, a…”
The little monster didn't speak very fluently yet, and his babyish voice startled the demon slightly.
In a panic, it broke off a piece of eggshell with its hands and feet and handed it over: "a..."
You eat it, and after you eat it, don’t eat me.
The golden vertical pupils express its thoughts.
The monster stared at the eggshell and was stunned for a rare moment. 】
"Is this monster a fool?"
Be stunned for a moment, and be stunned for another moment!
The edge of the quill showed some signs of exploding. "Also, how could a monster be stunned by a piece of eggshell? Since it has already exposed its fangs, it should just eat it directly."
What kind of rubbish is this?
In modern times, the feather pen is a typical example of stupidity.
When I see a common sense mistake, I want to correct it, but the person involved insists on having his own way.
Luke remained completely unmoved and continued writing:
[I’m so hungry.] Seeing that the monster was slow to take it, the little monster tried to stand up straight and continued to hold it with his two paws feeling a little sore.
But it was too hungry.
The little monster couldn't hold on any longer, so it secretly used its tail to pierce a small piece of the eggshell. It lowered its head and quickly fed the egg into its mouth with the tip of its tail.
…You can’t see me cheating, you can’t see me cheating. 】
Quill: “?”
[The first time it was successful, the fangs did not fall off, and the little monster gradually became bolder and started to poke the second piece.
The eggshell contains energy and a light milky flavor.
The newborn instinctively wanted to eat more after eating one piece, so he ate three pieces in a row "secretly" and his abdomen swelled slightly.
"belch."
The little monster burped and covered his mouth with his paws in panic.
This dazed look caught the monster's eyes, and the monster, who hadn't experienced any emotional fluctuations for a long time, suddenly felt softened in his heart. 】
Scarlet ink spread across the paper.
Luke paused and asked, "Why is the ink bleeding?"
The Holy Demon Continent has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak. Although Xin's temperament has actually improved a lot due to the loss of strength and memory, this legend is the one who advocates strong culture the most.
It would be fine if the ferocious dragons were described as ants. What the hell is milk burp? !
And the monster that was supposed to be the strongest on the island actually showed mercy.
Is its heart made of mud?
As a writer, the feather pen has its own sense of picture.
This is more disgusting than swallowing a dwarf's saliva.
The last line of words is scrapped.
Luke had to rewrite it.
【"belch."
The little monster burped...】
The blood contract included the requirement to cooperate with the recording, and the feather pen could not resist. Then the next second, the paper was soaked with ink again.
Luke rewrote the story, and when he burped for the third time, history repeated itself.
If it was intentional trouble, Quill would be punished by the contract, but this was obviously not the case now.
"What's wrong with you?" Luke asked, picking up the pen.
The tip of the pen stopped in mid-air and two more drops of blood dripped from it.
"You are not..."
Are you sick of writing? !
Lujia changed the paper with disdain, thinking that his endurance was too weak. Isn't it normal for a cub to burp after eating too much?
"You can't stand it now, but what are you going to do when the cub grows up and turns into a human form and drinks milk?"
The quill was like a monster in a story, and it froze for a moment.
"Human figure, milk?"
"Of course." Most races on the continent can transform into human form. In order to smuggle more goods, they must have a human form.
Luka said: "Because the eggshells he ate when he was young had a faint milky taste, he still couldn't give up dairy products even after he turned into a human. But our protagonist was too embarrassed to eat in front of others, so he could only show off secretly. Later, when the head of the family found out, he was barefoot and hiccupped because of fear."
Quill was silent for a long time, then asked, "When you say grown up, how old do you think it is?"
Luke patted his chest and said, “I’m this big.”
The prototype of the character is yourself.
Otherwise, how can we make the dragon clan transfer their feelings?
Quill looked at Luke quietly, and the corresponding scene emerged in his mind:
Late at night, Luke swung his feet, held the cup in both hands, and took a sip of milk. At this time, the violent dragons suddenly appeared. Luka hid the milk cup guiltily and finally burped.
The dragon thought: How cute.
One drop, two drops...the blood beads merged into a stream, flowing steadily.
"Fuck! You spit on me!" Lu Jia quickly took out a piece of paper and kept wiping the tip of his pen. He looked at his blood-stained clothes with distress and said, "Shut up, shut up..."
The author has something to say:
Lujia: Can you cooperate with me? I can barely afford to eat, so why should I care about what I write?
Feather Pen Youyou: You can’t afford to eat, but you can burp milk.
Luke:
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