[The heroine must like the hero, otherwise why wouldn't she turn around? ]
[Can these two people speak out? I am worried about them.]
[The male protagonist wouldn't be so stupid as to believe it, right? He doesn't even look at his current status. The female protagonist must be insincere! ]
Song Wenlan looked at the comments of these readers and found that they were quite receptive to this story.
Especially the plot where love is hard to express, readers are anxious and angry, and they can't wait to explain it for the male and female protagonists.
In fact, explanation is useless.
The palace is a cannibalistic place where trust is the most precious thing.
Meng Xingchong read very quickly. He finished reading before other readers had finished. After finishing, he subconsciously glanced at the word count.
I had a heart attack and I was only 4,000 words away from signing the contract.
He couldn't help but contact Song Wenlan.
"Master, your new book has very good data. Is it a tragedy?"
"No, there were too many tragedies in that era, and I don't like it. So, they will have a good ending."
Whether it is a tragedy or a comedy, the energy generated by it is almost the same for Internet addicts. What determines how much energy they absorb is the author's writing style and story.
In contrast, Dream Starworm prefers comedy.
Now, he finally didn't worry about being hurt.
"Okay, Mr. Zaosi, the copyright contract has been finalized. I'll send it to you first, please take a look."
"OK, thanks."
Song Wenlan quickly received the contract sent by Dream Starworm.
While she was checking the terms of the contract, on the other side, in the Orc Forest, Xisha successfully met with her tribesmen.
Xisha returned to his original group with courage.
On the way back, he was very nervous.
Back then, he kept fleeing with the evolution agent and his father's instructions.
He did not dare to relax at all at that time. He escaped from the Orc Forest and then took someone else's starship to escape from the Baimiao Galaxy.
He was even afraid that he would be targeted in the Federation, so he used all his money to buy a garbage planet and lived on it all year round.
If Song Wenlan hadn't appeared, he might not have thought of coming back to take a look now.
He didn't know what happened to his father, nor did he know what the tribe was like now.
Will they welcome him?
Amid such anxiety, the Paracel Islands fell into the former ethnic territory.
He patrolled the entire tribe and found that the former tribe was now covered by tall trees. He did not find a single member of the tribe here.
Xisha's mind went blank.
So, did all his people survive or did they migrate to other places?
The universe is so vast that no one will notice the demise of a race. Everyone is focusing on the development of their own little piece of land.
Xisha didn't know what to do next.
Leave? He didn't want to leave.
Otherwise, he thought, he might as well ask other orcs. At least it would be good to know the situation of his tribesmen.
He returned to the starship, and at this time, his old optical computer was finally full of energy.
Xisha saw the message sent by Song Wenlan at a glance.
"Xisha, I met your cousin Fengxing in the Federation. He said your tribe has moved. This is his optical computer number. You can contact him."
Xisha:!!!
If Xisha understood the culture of Blue Star, he would more or less say to Song Wenlan, "You are such a timely help."
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