Chapter 132

"Dog author, doesn't your conscience hurt?!

Bah! Your conscience must have been eaten by a dog!

Bah! You don't even have a conscience!

Give me back my Little Dragon Maiden!

If you don't change it, next time I'll bring a knife to your house myself..."

The further this reader wrote, the more obvious the handwriting on the note became.

Even the note was almost pierced through; clearly, they were extremely angry!

Ye Xuan's mouth twitched.

Bringing a knife himself?!

This reader was clearly furious!

Glancing at the box inside the foam cotton, Ye Xuan had a guess in his heart.

This reader, who was so angry they were about to smoke, probably wouldn't send him anything normal, right?!

Sure enough, after cutting the tape and opening the box, Ye Xuan saw a palm-sized utility knife.

At the same time, a note fluttered out of the cardboard box.

"My Tetanus-brand razor blade is not for show: one cut for tetanus, two cuts for emergency care, three cuts to see your ancestors!"

Ye Xuan couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Are readers nowadays... this intense?

Sending razor blades at the slightest disagreement?!

Young people are so fond of fighting and killing—how bad!

Looking at the other packages, Ye Xuan called the villagers over to help, and several people unpacked the boxes together.

As they unpacked, when everyone laid out the items from the boxes one by one, Ye Xuan's expression became a mix of laughter and tears.

How much hatred and resentment do these readers have toward him?!

The most common items were all kinds of razor blades.

Eyebrow razors, utility knife blades, shaving blades—and by the end, they even unpacked carving blades and surgical blades?!

Not to mention hundreds, there were definitely fifty or sixty of them!

At a glance, it was like a wholesale store for razor blades!

Several readers even claimed they had run through all the nearby supermarkets just to buy razor blades to send!

(agba)

If he didn't change the plot, next time the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and the Imperial Sword would be on their way!

Ye Xuan twitched his mouth; there was really no need to go to such great lengths.

He wasn't selling weapons; he really didn't need so many lethal weapons!

After sighing at how ferocious readers were nowadays, Ye Xuan looked at the rest of the items.

The items second only to razor blades were hammers and mallets.

Put together, there were nearly twenty or thirty of them!

They even filled an entire box.

A reader had also attached a letter, wailing and crying.

"Dog author Ye Xuan!

Is your brain flooded with water?! Or was your head caught in a door?! Or were you kicked by a donkey?!

Only such a broken brain could write the dog-plot of Zhen Zhibing!

Sending you a hammer to cure your idiotic brain!

If you don't change the plot, I'm going to use this hammer to smash your dog head!"

How much resentment must this be?!

They even said they'd smash his head?!

These readers were simply all brutes, each one more combat-ready than the last!

While laughing, Ye Xuan also saw a dozen bricks piled to the side.

Several bricks even had notes stuck to them saying "Smash you to death," "I'm watching you," and "Dog author."

Those were real, solid bricks!

They were heavy as lead when picked up!

Ye Xuan really wanted to give these readers a thumbs up.

Did they go to a construction site to find these bricks?!

This was quite the effort!

After looking for a long time, Ye Xuan finally saw a few packages that weren't so strange.

Many readers had sent several boxes of "Six Walnuts" brain-boosting drinks.

Ye Xuan was just about to sigh that there were still thoughtful readers, but when he saw the readers' messages, his smile froze!

These readers who sent the Six Walnuts claimed in the name of kindness:

Ye Xuan, you should boost your brain too, otherwise how could you write such brainless content?!

By the time he unpacked the later ones, Ye Xuan felt his hands were already sore.

But the packages in front of him were only half unpacked.

What made Ye Xuan feel even more absurd was that during the unpacking process, the delivery guy even called him.

Claiming that another huge wave of packages was about to be delivered, the delivery point was already overflowing, and he urged Ye Xuan to come and get them quickly.

Ye Xuan felt like he was already numb.

He couldn't hold them anymore.

He couldn't unpack them anymore either.

As for the readers' demands—change it?!

Changing it is impossible, not even a single word.

However, looking at these miscellaneous items in front of him, Ye Xuan also felt a bit of a headache.

The whole backyard looked like a grocery store; there was simply nowhere to stand?!

Huh?!

A grocery store?!

Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up. ===== CHAPTER 135 =====