I write novels in Liyue

She smiled, thought for a while, then picked up the "Sword of Immortal Sword" at hand, lay back on the recliner, flipped a page lightly, and read it.

……

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ps: sorry, lack of sleep, some calvin.

Chapter 87 Yunjin Guanshu

At this time, Heyu Tea House.

Yun Jin was sitting by the window, the twilight outside the window was thick, the sun was pouring down on the sea surface, dyeing the sea surface of Liyue Port orange red.

"Phew, tonight's dinner is stir-fried shrimp again. When can I change it... I really want to eat dry-pot bacon... Boiled black-backed bass is also fine..."

Yunjin sighed softly, feeling a little melancholy.

She looked away from the window and looked at the pen and paper on the table.

On the spread paper, the handwriting is beautiful, it is a play she wrote in recent days.

However, I encountered some bottlenecks and got stuck all afternoon, and I didn't seem to have a clue when I came back to write after eating.

"Forget it, let's not write for now, let's read the book, maybe we can get some inspiration."

Yun Jin shook her head, and turned her gaze to the book that was put aside.

It was the "Fairy Sword" that Hu Tao gave her.

She had never met that girl Fang Qiu, but, from what Hu Tao said, that girl was so cute that even a girl would be moved when she saw it.

I don't know how Miss Fang Qiu's book has improved.

How is this book different from the previous ones.

"call."

She exhaled lightly, and opened "Sword of Immortal Sword".

After watching for a while, Yunjin couldn't help but slightly evoked a smile.

"It is indeed making rapid progress. Although the writing style is different from other books, it is more accessible and easy to understand. Moreover, it does not lose its charm. No wonder it is popular. Miss Fang Qiu has made a lot of headway. What's more, the name is quite good. Careful, the hero and heroine both use the names of herbs. Sedum, Xuejian, these two herbs, I remember, seem to have the effect of clearing away heat and detoxification."

Yunjin muttered to herself and continued to look down.

Just as Yun Jin was fascinated by watching, a gust of sea breeze blew by outside the window, and the candles on the table flickered.

"The weather is getting a bit cold, and there will be dramas every few days, so I can't catch the cold."

Yun Jin frowned slightly, got up and closed the window, then walked to the closet, hugged a blanket, sat back at the desk, and continued to watch.

……

In front of the Hall of Rebirth.

"Good, really good."

With the help of the light from the lantern in front of the Hall of Resurrection, Hu Tao read "Sword of Immortal Sword" with relish. She sat on the stone railing, her legs dangling in the air, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly from time to time, evoking a smile and commenting.

And the trolley in front of her had already been emptied, and it was left alone.

Just as she was fascinated by it, a tall and straight figure came out from the Hall of Past Death.

It was Zhongli.

"Mr. Zhongli finished reading?"

Hu Tao jumped from the stone railing, beckoned, and asked.

"Well, it's over."

Zhongli nodded.

"How does it feel?"

Walnut asked with a smile.

"Even if it's just the first volume of the first chapter, it can be called an excellent work. It's a pity that the story is not finished, and it lacks some feeling after all."

Zhong Li shook his head and said, "Personally, I'm looking forward to the follow-up development."

"Excellent work, it sounds like a good review, but if you can't read it all at once, you will indeed lack some feeling."

Walnut sighed slightly.

After finishing speaking, he smiled again and said, "By the way, where is Mr. Zhongli going?"

"Go out for a walk."

Zhongli said.

"Then you are busy, I will continue to read."

Walnut smiled and waved his hand, and said.

"Ah."

Zhong Li responded, raised his foot and walked towards Fei Yunpo.

After Zhong Li left, Hu Tao continued to read the book while holding it.

A gust of wind blew, and the walnut-brown hair fluttered with the wind.

Hu Tao gently brushed her hair that was tousled by the wind, and cast her gaze in the direction of Fang Qiu's house.

"It seems to be a bit cold today. I don't know what Fang Qiu is doing. Is he wearing enough clothes? Is he writing a book or sleeping? If he is sleeping, is the quilt covered?"

Walnut murmured.

She wanted to ask Fang Qiu to buy books together today, but after thinking about it, she decided to give up.

The last time she came to find Fang Qiu to drink juice at Mond's store, but when she opened the door, she saw Fang Qiu's face was tired. Although her clothes were neat, her hair was a bit messy, obviously she was woken up by her on the way to sleep.

Originally, she planned to give up the plan, but Fang Qiu still took the time to go out with her.

During the process, when she took Fang Qiu's hand, she also found that Fang Qiu's middle finger had a mark left by a quill.

He said that he wanted to write the follow-up in a hurry, and even Zhongli just said that he couldn't read it all at once, so he would lose a lot of exhilaration.

It is estimated that Fang Qiu also considered this point.

Although Fang Qiu who worked hard was very handsome, she still didn't want Fang Qiu to push herself so hard.

"Obviously in poor health, but still working so hard..."

Walnut pursed her mouth and sighed.

I really wanted to visit Fang Qiu with something to eat, but I was afraid of disturbing her.

……

The wind blew into the house through the gap between the windows.

"Well……"

In the dimly lit room, from the quilt wrapped in a glutinous rice ball, came a lazy hum.

"what time is it?"

A confused voice sounded, and no one answered in the empty room.

Fang Qiu rubbed his eyes with one hand, got up from the quilt, sat on the bed, and looked around in confusion.

The dirty clothes that were messed up by sleeping were hanging loosely on one shoulder, and slipped onto the slender white arms on the other. If it wasn't for the towering snowy peak, the dirty clothes would probably have been half taken off.

The slender waist and flat waist are even more visible at a glance.

Large expanses of fair skin were exposed to the air.

She sat slumped on the bed, the downward curvature of her waist was covered by the sheet, and a pair of snow-white slender legs were also covered by the quilt, half exposed and half exposed, and the delicate skin with reddish white was faintly visible.

"so cold."

After sitting for a while, Fang Qiu's body trembled slightly, and he quickly lifted the quilt to cover his body.

Feeling the residual temperature of the quilt, Fang Qiu's frown relaxed.

After warming with the quilt for a while, Fang Qiu finally recovered, and his confused crimson eyes gradually became clear.

She stood up and tidied her clothes, put the suspenders that had slid down to her shoulders back to her shoulders, slid her hands to the left side of her lower abdomen, and pulled back the obscene pants that had slid down to her thighs to her waist.

Fang Qiu sighed quietly.

This underwear is really inconvenient, every time I go to sleep, I will mess up the underwear.

I heard that Mond seems to have recently opened a clothing store in Liyue.

Check it out next time.

If there are pajamas for sale, buy a good set of pajamas, and you won't be afraid of messing up your clothes next time you sleep.

"Well……"

After lighting the candle, Fang Qiu put on his coat, stretched his waist, and let out a comfortable sound from his nose as he stretched.

After washing up, Fang Qiu opened the window to get some fresh air.

Immediately, he took a plate of snacks, sat on the bouncy bomb, looked at the manuscript illuminated by the candle, and looked at the sea outside the window, and let out a soft breath.

It's time to fight again.

Chapter 88 Nine Journeys

At this time, on the other side of the sea.

Rice wife, outlying island pier.

The sea breeze was blowing, and following the wind, the waves slapped gently on the pier and inserted into the wooden stakes on the bottom of the sea, making the sound of rushing water.

Ships of the Southern Cross fleet are moored at the pier.

At this time, the pier on the outlying island was not quiet.

A large number of dock workers are moving the goods to the ships of the Southern Cross Fleet one by one.