The Edge of Gray Dream

This chapter is some background and new character appearances. After having a few roommates, there will be quite a lot of scenes, so let's set the stage first.

Unconsciously, I have written a hundred chapters. When I started this book, I had no writing experience at all, and I haven't made much progress until now. But as I write, I seem to have a feeling. At the beginning of this book, there was only an extremely rough outline, and my detailed outline was no more than ten chapters ahead of the current progress. I didn't even know how the story would develop in this book. Each detailed outline combined together gradually became the power of the plot. Sometimes I feel that I can't change the plot even with my will. In short, I will try my best to finish this book. It doesn't matter whether anyone reads it. Since this story has started, it must start well and end well.

Mu Wendong: I want to be your roommate, but you want to kill my whole family? ?

Why does Muyuan smell like green tea?

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The protagonist is finally no longer a loser

Mu Yuan's blackening begins, ho ho A person who suddenly gains extraordinary power and is constantly forced by reality will turn black sooner or later. But there will always be someone who is your Bai Yueguang~

Suddenly I realized that Jiang Yuyin was in such a miserable state. There were only two bishops left. I wrote so high that I forgot to count... But one Liu Jie and one Roy Garcia are about the same. There will be more details later. After all, it is not easy to live for so long in my writing. The upstart Sproulo Garcia faces the conservative and powerful old aristocracy; the new country Liu Jie faces the medieval plutocrats, and it makes me excited just thinking about it.

I still can't learn the routines of urban writing. . . I can only do it honestly and at my own pace.