Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

It took a long time to finally wake up, unbelievable, not knowing what happened.

But panic quickly emerged in his heart.

Subconsciously, she shrank back a little.

As if trying to hide himself.

"Lingxian...Xiao Lin, you know everything?"

"It's clear."

Lin Xuan sighed, looking at the faint marks on her chest from when Xiaobai hit her before, it seemed to be stuck somewhere, and it had just healed and hadn't fully healed yet.

But she clearly remembered that when she was young, when they took a bath together, such marks would appear on Shi Chen's body from time to time, seemingly inconspicuous, they would soon disappear in one place, and then reappear in another place.

Mental damage, the physical signs unique to the natural sex transition syndrome, will often appear before the gender is completely fixed, and with the arrival of adulthood, when the gender changes, this trace will also inflict double pain.

In the Middle Ages, these conditions were collectively classified as "stigmata".

Lin Xuan was silent for a long time, and then looked away before the other party was about to tell the color of today's underwear.

It's hard to imagine how long the scar lasted...but sure, it hurts all the time, right?

She was curious from the bottom of her heart: How did this guy hide it so heartlessly?It's really not easy to still have such thick lines until now.

Like a fool.

But even if he is like a fool, he must continue to move forward, stubbornly pursuing a glimmer of hope with luck.

like a hopeless idiot

"Who made me your idol?"

Lin Xuan raised his hand and pressed it against her hair.

Shi Chen raised his head in a daze, looked at the pair of eyes in front of him, and froze in place.

She didn't have the sympathy and pity she expected, and she wasn't shaken by the pain on her body, but that quiet gaze made her feel extra reassured.

It's like having someone by your side.

Someone would stand beside him, staring at her embarrassed appearance, neither encouraging nor sympathetic, just waiting for her to move on.

Just looking at it like that seems to dispel all loneliness.

like sunshine

Just looking at those eyes, I feel that my efforts all the time are not meaningless, no matter how ugly the struggle is, it will not be without results.

In the silence, Shi Chen lowered his head, unable to hold back the tears of grievance.

He hugged the friend beside him tightly, sobbing and crying.

Like a child who has finally found his way back...

……

(.?`ω??)

Chapter 670 Three Messenger of Justice

In the quiet izakaya, the skinny tea leaves gradually become full under the soaking of tea, and slowly sway with the water waves on the surface.

The editor of Baiguitang is planning a new popular novel, and is thinking strategically in order to defeat the "True Liao Zhai Ji" that suddenly appeared and seized the number one popularity list, best-seller list, etc.

"Well, in the end, the spell there is really changed to a spell given by Miss Fox that can truly fulfill the protagonist's wish. Wouldn't it be better for the protagonist to defeat the enemy by relying on this spell?"

When the current editor-in-chief is concentrating, it seems that there is some strange magic power that makes the surroundings quiet and cannot bear to be disturbed.

The new editor stood beside him hesitantly, wondering if she should speak, so she raised her head.

"Do you think this is a bit of a confrontation with "Really Liaozhaiji"?"

As if she had seen through her mind, Miss Qiandong smiled and looked at Asakusa in front of her.

Then, without waiting for a response from the other party, she continued to answer:

"There is almost a meaning in it."

At this time, the takoyaki and deep-fried tofu that had already been ordered had already been delivered. It was rare that the hall master didn't add a piece of hot deep-fried tofu to his mouth immediately.

"Although I'm a little sorry for the secret policemen, but the content is no longer a problem, and there is still a lack of publicity. The next step is to contact the illustrator to draw. I remember that Lin Yueqingfeng also seems to have an appointment related to the author of this manuscript. Well, then you can discuss it with other illustrators."

"Ok"

"In addition, the recommendation on the waist of the book, let's see if I can write about the recently popular 'Rain Falling Blossoms'. She is the column author of the column "Spiritual Clouds and Immortals", and she is very popular among Yamato people."

After arranging the next thing in an orderly manner, the Hall Master of the Hundred Ghosts handed over a business card to the editor Mo in front of him, the residence of Uji Supplements.

"Then, during the writing period, you can take a break and go to the Hundred Ghosts Hall to make an appointment with Mr. Yuluo Shenghua's recommendation. After the book is finished, let's meet at the Guanghua Rongcai Festival."

Her smile is warm and kind, like a black-hearted entrepreneur who never pays for free labor, which is reassuring.

Editor Mo Yuan also couldn't help laughing, resisting the urge to hack the other party to death, turned around and left in a "happy" mood.

Qiandong was left alone, facing the latest novel sales data, until the fried tofu in front of him was no longer so hot.

"So, is the result this time satisfactory to you?"

With the soft ringing of the wind chimes, Qiandong Gongji raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him, no, or it shouldn't be called a girl.

"The meeting between a witch and a witch is always a fresh feeling of cultural collision, and maybe it can also become a new novel material."

Miss Witch sitting opposite didn't speak, just picked up the coffee conjured from the sky, and took a sip

"There is no so-called satisfaction or dissatisfaction. For me, it is just a pastime for a long journey."

"So that's the case, is it attracted by the change of the timeline? Looking at the situation, it must be that Teacher Fenrir finally couldn't hold back and made a big fuss."

Qiandong smiled, looking at the deep pupils under the long black hair of the girl opposite, as if there was a bottomless darkness wriggling, like a solid disaster.

Seeming to have seen through her temptation, Miss Witch didn't say anything, nor did she sneer, she just shook her head and looked out of the window at the snowy water that was constantly forking forward.

"Time is always forking, leading to countless futures. Most of the time we do not exist, a small part of the time I am you, or you are I am not, only the last remaining time you and I are Existence, such as this moment..."

Time——Pandora raised her head and met Qiandong's eyes

"Your answer may not necessarily be the answer I know, after all, we only travel together occasionally"

With a bang, the mushroom cloud rose, and on the sofa, the little black cat shook its pointed ears, and took a last look at the witch in front of it.

"Finally, I sincerely hope that you and I will not see each other in this life..."

"Me too"

Looking at the empty seat in front of him, Qiandong sighed quietly.

While enigmatic people are charming, they can also write enigmatic books. Advanced question writers will never write the words of the answer directly into the riddle, and the joy of reading is also in it, as well as the troubles.

Unannounced Eleven Heavenly Causes—the opposite of the gods, the symbol of desire, the forerunner of doom and disaster, Pandora, the witch of disaster.

Will the next Yayoi appear in Fusang this time?But what does this have to do with my poor, weak and helpless editor-in-chief?

"Ah, the fried tofu is cold, boss, warm me up again!"

"okay"

……

In the quiet room, the young warrior walked back three steps respectfully, bowed his head again, and said goodbye to the old man in Fusang Hall: "Then, I will take care of you next."

"Where is it, as a member of the public family, it is also necessary to take care of each other. Mr. Wulang is so young, and the future will depend on you."

The old prince also responded with a smile on his face, without any mistakes or omissions, let alone the arrogance of the people of Kyoto.

Only after Wutiaohu left, did the smile on his face gradually disappear.

"A nice young man, isn't he?"

He muttered to himself.

In the shadow behind him, a vague outline emerged, responding to the words of the lord: "From the bottom of my eyes, it is indeed dignified."

"However, the eyes are like foxes."

Recalling those slender eyes, my husband lowered his eyes and frowned.

It's not about being as cunning as a fox or being charming.

It's just that he has an uneasy prejudice.No matter how upright and solemn it looks, I always feel that those eyes always carry an indescribable evil spirit...

Like a chasm to darkness.

"But at the end of the day, the idea that people can be recognized by looking at their eyes and their faces is unreliable. It's just speculation from one's own heart, so it's a joke to shut out good talents."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and said, "Keep an eye on him."

The squire in the shadow nodded.

Samurai are lackeys.

Just like Cang Jie once said, no matter how grand-sounding it is, the mission of the samurai is to lead the bull and the horse.Whether it's going to battle or cutting off troubles, it's their duty.

This is the essence that cannot be covered up with "Ye Yin Wen Shu" and how many "Wu Lun Shu".

After stripping away the layers of halo and the so-called moral righteousness, only the part that belongs to the "heart stick" can best represent itself.

Fighters, bodyguards, soldiers...

For the public, it is just a dog.

But there are also many kinds of dogs, loyal dogs, bulldogs, mad dogs, useless dogs, and dogs who betray their owners... There are also old household dogs that are disgusting like Wubaizang.

While pondering, Lao Gongqing suddenly raised his head, and ordered to the servant outside the house: "Later, take my famous thorn, and go to meet Lishan Fengxingzhuan... just say that I have admired the Wutiao family for a long time, and I have heard of Wutiao for a long time. There is a secret treasure Liuli in your family's possession, and I yearn for it, may I have the honor to pay my respects to one or two tomorrow."

"Yes."

The servant outside the house turned and ran away.

In the silence, no one spoke.

……

In the end, when he came back to his senses, he had already returned to Yijin Mansion, and his tears and snot had already completely stained Miss Yu'er's chest... and confirmed again, Shangxian really smells so good.

Just the smell of saliva will stay.

It's amazing!

But before that, should I apologize?

"I'm sorry, Lingxianjiang, I'm sorry...I'll wash it off for you, please leave it to me, there won't be any problems."

Right in front of his room door, he kept bowing his head to apologize, grabbed her sleeve, and invited her in: "I still have two sets of clothes here, if you don't mind..."

Lin Xuan raised his hand and knocked on her forehead, a piece of paper was stuck on her face.

You are welcome.

"These clothes are prepared by the Yijin family for the guests anyway, why are you so anxious?"

"What is this? The fuel tank truck exploded, causing the neighborhood to be destroyed, and the suspected gangster was attacked?"

Looking at the newspaper that was slapped on his face, Shi Chen froze for a moment

"Are we going to investigate the underworld?"

"Look at the second"

Lin Xuan friendly reminder

"The Yuqian Cooking Contest is ahead of schedule, Huaxia Lu Lao said that he will wear seven?"

"?"

Shi Chen raised his head suspiciously, a little puzzled

"My free culinary training at Santuchuan lasts until the end of the cooking competition. If it ends so early, wouldn't it be impossible to prostitute for nothing?"

As a person who devotes himself to free whoring courses, how can he tolerate this kind of thing happening?Lin Xuan thought carefully and considered carefully

"Our idols bring positive energy to people, in other words, they are messengers of justice, right?"

"??"

"I don't think it's a problem for us to kill a murderer in extreme anger, right?"