Chapter 221 Don't Give Face at All

In fact, such a large-scale ceremony as the Qifeng Festival, which gods pay special attention to, the Qifeng Kingdom, as the organizer, is the most afraid of accidents, so every time it is strictly controlled, there will be no official favoritism and fraud. Even if it is one of our own people, the law enforcement will not be weakened in the slightest.

Zhou BuTong told him that the other four writers from Aolan Kingdom didn't intend to communicate with him, so they were the only ones who came to send Du Ziyuan off today. After thinking for a while, Du Ziyuan gave Zhou Budong the remaining bit of Longmo, and then left the venue of the first round.

"Master, you're back!" As soon as Du Ziyuan left the arena, Xiao Jin greeted him, and Lin Yuxie was also there.

Du Ziyuan felt that they were like parents waiting outside the examination room during the college entrance examination. In fact, it wasn't just them, there were many other contestants' families and attendants waiting here, such as the fifth child. Pei Mingyang was not there, probably because he didn't expect Du Ziyuan to come out so early, and he should be at Princess Yunman's place now.

But they don't need to bask in the sun. There are several restaurants a few hundred meters away from the competition venue, so they can hug the girl and wait while they drink.

"Is there any unsightly rich second-generation official second-generation to harass you?" Du Ziyuan suddenly remembered some plots that were used badly, so he asked.

Xiao Jin shook his head in disappointment: "No, I can't wait for the slap in the face and trample on people you told me about before, Master."

Only then did Du Ziyuan notice that Xiao Jin was wearing men's clothes today, this guy probably wanted to play the role of "Xiong" in Hero Save the Beauty, right? But without her good looks, how could she attract those young masters?

Are you counting on Lin Yuzheng?

[MDZZ! 】Du Ziyuan is completely desperate for Xiao Jin's IQ, but forget it, it's good to be mentally retarded.

So he patted her on the head and said seriously: "Xiaojin, don't worry, even if no one wants you in the future, the master will support you forever."

"Although I am very happy, why do I feel a little humiliation?" Xiao Jin frowned and thought.

"Why are you thinking about such a profound question?" Du Ziyuan looked around again and asked, "Where's Luer?"

"She was taken away by her uncle."

"Uncle?" Du Ziyuan pondered the word in his mind for a while before realizing, "You mean Feng Muzhao?"

After living together for a long time, Du Ziyuan almost forgot that the little girl in his family seemed to be a direct disciple of the Penglai Sword Sect.

"That's right! It's that singer! Isn't Master Lu'er imprisoned? She misses her master very much. Her master said he could take her to meet her master, so she followed him."

"Oh, then let her go, let's go back." Feng Muzhao had something to do with the God of Wealth, and Du Ziyuan felt that she should have no problems, so he didn't think much about it. Ning Hanlu was originally fostered at his home, so it makes sense to go back now.

After chatting with Lao Wu for a few words and telling him the basic situation inside, Du Ziyuan went back to the other hall.

...

Du Ziyuan's departure soon became a topic of discussion. Those who saw his early start began to speculate on why.

"It's impossible to give up, right? Who is not a famous writer who is qualified to participate in the Qifeng Festival? Who would give up in this kind of place?"

"Maybe, what if the subject is too difficult this time? If he comes out early like this, he can still have a gimmick, and it may not necessarily be a loss."

"That's right. It's only been two and a half days. How much can he write? Unless it's copying."

"I found out, he is Shanfeng from Aolan Country, the one who draws manga! He is very famous in the southeast!"

"I've also heard of Shanfeng's name. Some people in Aolan Country even compared him with Blank. It's really ridiculous."

"Shanfeng? Is it the one who aroused public anger because of the unfinished ending, and finally apologized to the Pure Land of Bliss?"

"The one apologizing is Tiangangzong. What's the matter with Guan Shanfeng? But when it comes to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, no, I'm addicted again, so I have to take a sip!"

"Suck songs? Take me one!"

...

The building was crooked very quickly, but most of them didn't think that Du Ziyuan could draw any good works in just two days. They all thought that Du Ziyuan might have broken the jar. For a while, the name of Qifeng Festival's fastest departure in history quickly became popular on the Internet, and many people ridiculed Du Ziyuan for losing the face of Aolan Kingdom.

Of course, there are also many rational people who feel that it is foolish to draw conclusions before the results come out. Whether Du Ziyuan gave up or finished it ahead of time, everything will be known on the day when the voting starts, and those who are so eager to come out and taunt may be slapped in the face.

But some people just like to dance like that, they enjoy the pleasure of mocking others, and they can squirt as much as they want, regardless of the facts.

The prince of Qifeng Kingdom saw this scene on the Internet and burst out laughing. "Come on! Keep on scolding! The harder you scold, the better!"

Although he didn't dare to target Du Ziyuan maliciously, seeing Du Ziyuan being misunderstood in this way, it was okay to take pleasure in his misfortune. Because of Du Ziyuan, he hadn't dared to go out for a long time, and now he finally vented his anger.

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Du Ziyuan didn't care about these things, or in other words, he didn't know about these things at all. After he went back, he was still the same, salting fish when it should be salted fish, and eating salted fish when it shouldn't be.

Time passed quickly, and two days later, another person who left early appeared. However, since it was the fifth day, not many people thought that he had given up. Instead, they felt that this person was very fast in creating, so he should be very confident.

And this person is none other than Eighth Young Master Qin Jing!

He knew that Du Ziyuan would leave on the third day, so he found Du Ziyuan directly after he came out.

"It's time for our bet to be notarized." He looked at Du Ziyuan coldly, full of confidence.

Du Ziyuan saw his confidence, but he didn't care. Because he didn't think he would lose, and even if he lost, he could still get the two low-grade spirit weapons.

The two came to the residences of the four guests, and after Daoming the intention of their visit, they were received by Elder Guo Yong of Bulaofeng. Like the two of them, he is also a novelist, and he is considered a senior in the industry.

"It's not impossible to ask the old man to testify for you," Guo Yong said after learning about the specific situation, "It's just that the bet feels a little unfair. If you lose, you only need to take out two low-grade spiritual weapons, but he needs to pay a whole body." It's so unfair to him."

Du Ziyuan didn't speak, just stared at Guo Yong's eyebrows.

The latter thought that Du Ziyuan didn't dare to refute him, so he continued: "I think you can refill something, at least it must be worth a middle-grade spiritual weapon, or else, let Chang change him." Two low-grade spirit weapons are enough, so why is it necessary for a person to have so much merit?"