On the originally bloody battlefield, countless soldiers were sitting on the ground at this moment, concentrating on reading the comics. What kind of spirit is this? From time to time, some people saw the rise and shouted excitedly. Until the end, it all became the same content. "Damn it! Dog painter! Why is it broken again!" These people were all itchy with anger, but there was nothing they could do. They don't even know who the artist of this comic is. Wait until these people finish watching the update and clean up the battlefield. Yulongyan also recovered from a rest. Although it has not reached its peak state, it is almost there. At least he won't show a tired gesture in front of the soldiers.
This beast tide is completely over. Generals at all levels also gathered in the meeting hall in the city to report the battle damage and gains. The cumbersome procedures were completed little by little, and each item was properly arranged. Yulongyan clapped her hands lightly. "This year's situation is almost the same, and then we can arrange vacations in batches after staying vigilant and observing for half a month." "The harvest this time also needs to be escorted back, and the body of the chimpanzee..." Orders were issued one after another, and the generals at all levels sitting here also knew that this was the norm every year, and they responded very naturally. When the meeting was over and Yulongyan returned to her room, the maid who had been by her side suddenly spoke. "My lord, are you going back to see him this time?" Yulongyan didn't expect such a question, she paused, sighed, and said, "Well, we should go and see each other." "But sister, why didn't you push back the marriage and cut off contact with him completely? How can that prodigal son of the Shen family be worthy of you?" Yulongyan shook her head, as if unwilling to continue this topic. "Forget it, just procrastinate like this, at least it will save you trouble." After speaking, she turned and went back to the room. The maid could only helplessly feel wronged for her master, but there was nothing she could do. ... Shen Hui has gradually entered the realm of self-cultivation after such a long period of cultivation. This made his energy much stronger than before, as if his liver would not feel tired for three days. "Explosive liver? Is this possible?"
He didn't have such outrageous ideas at all. Even the results of "Feng Yun" have been good to a certain extent. Not only stand out among the works of the same period, but also overthrow the new works of some old painters. Although his fame is still limited, his popularity is not very high. But a few days ago, for some reason, a large number of readers suddenly increased. The stats of the entire comic rose slowly as if they had suddenly jumped a level. The more it came to this kind of time, the more Shen Hui kept a low profile. Except for shopping and cooking, he didn't even go out the door very much. Because his strength is still too weak. Before becoming a contracted cartoonist and getting the power of heaven. Shen Hui's body can almost be said to be extremely fragile. People in this world have practiced general exercises since childhood. Judging by their age, under normal circumstances, he should be in the second half of the cultivation state. The result is that there is no entry at all. "Hey... so ambitious." Shen recalled the situation before the original body. Exhausted the family wealth, hired all kinds of teachers to tutor, just to be able to become a cartoonist of Tiandao. In order to achieve this goal, he even left behind his cultivation skills. Because once the work is signed, he will get the infusion of heaven, and at that time, he doesn't need to practice this kind of exercise at all. The result may be that the talent is really bad. After a long time, he didn't even publish a work approved by the heaven. And because of abandoning other cultivation, after the family went bankrupt and his parents committed suicide, he was greatly stimulated. After such a heavy blow, the original body was even more devastated, and since then he has completely abandoned his original dream. "This person is really miserable..." After Shen Hui sighed, he opened the Tiandao Network. It's not about updating, but he... has no money... That's right, there is no money. This family property has been wiped out over the years, leaving only an empty house. But it doesn't matter, although I don't have money in hand, but Tiandao Network has it. Shen Hui still remembered the big reward he received a few days ago. If he exchanged it, he would basically have no worries about eating and drinking in his life. "God, I want to apply for cash withdrawal."
[Dear cartoonist, please wait a moment, please confirm the withdrawal amount! 】 Hmm... Shen Hui hesitated for a moment. To be honest, he didn't seem to have much room to spend the 100,000 spirit stones, and he had to be careful not to be stolen. "Let's mention 50,000 spirit stones first." 【OK, just a second! 】 After a while, an illusory and charming hollow appeared in front of Shen Hui, and piles of spiritual stones piled up into hills fell from the midair, making a lovely clanging sound. However, when the void disappeared, Shen Hui looked at the pile of hill-like spiritual stones on the ground, and was still surprised. "Is there a quantity of 50,000?" As if hearing his doubts, the Heavenly Dao System opened before his eyes again. [In order to maintain its own operation, the Tiandao comic system will take a certain percentage of the rewards received by the cartoonists! 】 "A certain percentage? How much?" [The ratio is three to seven, and the law of heaven accounts for seven! 】 Shen Hui felt a mouthful of old blood almost spit out. "I've worked so hard to paint for so long, so I get 30%?"