Once he entered the game he wrote, the rich second generation became the young bandit master, the programmer became the imperial doctor, the accountant became the daughter of the richest man, the artist became the intelligence chief, and the businessman became the clear figure in the court.
And their scriptwriter - sitting in the royal study in a dragon robe, was sidelined by the regent and the eunuch, and served as a stamped puppet for half a year.
Gu Liaochen wiped the knife: "It's okay, we are here."
Shen Junrong stuffed a blood-tonifying pill into his mouth: "I'll take care of the blood strips, you just have to cut them."
Yuan tide took out his abacus: "If you want money, you will have money; if you want food, you will have food."
Qiu Biyun spread out the map: "The world's intelligence will be available within twelve hours."
Lu Zhengfeng picked up the tea cup and walked into the court: "I'll go talk."
Song Yusheng stood up from the dragon chair and closed the secret fold: "Then I will really be the emperor for once."
The world you write is yours to guard.
The dilemma you set for yourself must be solved by yourself.
This is a story about "playing through the game".
Purpose: The world you created with your own hands should be protected to the end!