(?_?*).
What a weird name!
My hands are not as long as my legs.
I'm a bit confused.
It is also the black soil for young women in literature.
"My lord, what are you writing?"
Mu Feng: "A story about Princess Altair who came to the world, created Chakra, and brought ninjutsu to the world."
The more settings Altair adds, the stronger he is.
Mu Feng thought about writing one himself.
Directly attribute ninjutsu and chakra to Altair.
When Kaguya or the Otsutsuki tribe come over, they will find that there is really a **** of ninjutsu who has developed 99999999 kinds of ninjutsu and a **** of chakra who is the ancestor of chakra.
Mu Feng is still very satisfied with the novel he has racked his brains to write.
"Look quickly,"
"Give me some advice."
Heitu had no choice but to bite the bullet and read on.
After turning over a dozen pages, it was gone.
Heitu: "Is it so short?"
Mu Feng: "Short is a bit short, you can say whether it looks good or not."
The black soil is positive.
"My lord, do you want to listen to the truth or lies."
Mu Feng is also serious.
"Of course it's the truth."
"Do not worry."
"Although you say it, I won't do it."
Only then did Heitu criticize like a storm.
"Let's not talk about it."
Mufeng?
Can we not mention the word short.
The text is rich and profound.
You can use essence, concentrate to describe.
Heitu: "First of all, the title of your book is not good."
Mu Feng: "What's the matter?"
Heitu: "First: Why did you choose so many book titles? Who taught you?"
Mu Feng muttered.
Not a test title.
Then it's a good thing to be able to deceive one.
Heitu: "Secondly, you see that the best-selling books are all four-character, such as "Intimate Paradise", "Intimate Violence" and "Intimate Tactics". Only four-character titles can become popular."
"Your name is so weird, it won't be popular."
Mufeng.
⊙▽⊙
I didn't expect you to be such a person too.
"How many volumes have you read?"
The black soil opened its mouth,
Immediately.
⊙﹏⊙‖°
She waved her hand quickly.
"I haven't seen it, I really haven't."
"My lord, you must not misunderstand."
"I'm not that kind of person"
Mu Feng: "No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, I am not that kind of person."
Heitu blushed and changed the subject.
"Second, there are a lot of typos and omissions in the novel you wrote. Points will be deducted."
Mufeng~(?o︵o`)~.
Typing too fast.
The thinking is too unrestrained.
Not good either.
"Third, look at the numbers you wrote inside, it's just too funny and completely illogical. The iron that is 120 meters long only weighs three tons?"
Mufeng
(?Д｀)y━?~~
forget.
Ha ha.
next.
"Fourth, look how boring fighting is. The protagonist is invincible. Look, every time you see someone shout or say a skill, the enemy will fall."
"From the beginning to the end, no one can last two seconds in front of the protagonist."
"It's too fast, too suspenseful."
"Also, you don't beat people to death all the time. How can it be fun to not kill people? How can you show that you are awesome?"
"Upgrade to kill and seize treasure, do you understand?"
"If you really can't, you can write with some color."
"Do you know what is the most important thing in writing a novel?"
Mufeng (^_^)?
"What is it?"
Black Soil is serious.
"Of course the story is interesting, suspenseful, and interesting."
"She has a feeling when the reader finishes reading it."
Mu Feng: "How does it feel?"
It's not easy to say anything about black soil.
She made an analogy.
"It's like when I read the story of "Kissing Heaven", the characters' looks, heights, things they did, and their lines may all be forgotten."
"But the heart-pounding feeling after reading it is still lingering in my heart."
Mu Feng: "Is that feeling warm? Do you need to get up to drink water at night?"
Heitu looked at Mu Feng with murderous eyes.
Painful file bag.
Mufeng
|д?) っ.
"Oh, everyone said it's best not to do it!"
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"Anyway, your weird novels won't be popular."
"What robot, mind power, magic, and devil fruit are all mixed together, aren't you afraid of collapse?"
"Do you know how it feels to read what you write?"
Mu Feng: "How does it feel?"
Heitu: "It feels like being shot in the brain."
"It is also known that ninjutsu is handed down from the ninja sect."
"No one will read your novel that challenges common sense."
"You should die of this heart."
Heitu advised Mu Feng.
Mu Feng let out a long sigh.
I really don't have the talent of a novelist.
Rushing doesn't count.
"All right."
Mu Feng asked again.
"Do you think if I make a movie, will anyone watch it?"
Heitu slammed the document bag on the desk.
"Master Kazekage, please work hard."
"Stop thinking about weird things."
Mu Feng: "Alright."
He sat back in his office chair.
"Please report, Comrade Black Earth."
Black Soil began to report.
Another routine report.
How many newborns are there in the village?
The output of industrial products.
Sales.
etc.
"The Dragon Vein Fortress has been built."
Mu Feng: "Well, I will go and take some defensive equipment for it."
"The third-generation chakra engine and nature engine have already produced prototypes, and the research laboratory hopes to install some ninja troops for actual combat tests."
"Agreed, leave this matter to Gaara to handle,"
Mu Feng doesn't know how to learn from Naruto.