I write novels in Liyue

"A weak beauty? Then it must be interesting to strip her naked and throw her into the frozen lake."

Yula snorted, and said, "Don't let that woman suffer, it will be hard to get rid of my depression after reading her book!"

"Uh, although I know Yula that you won't really throw Fang Qiu into the lake, but I still want to remind you that her body looks very bad, if she is thrown into the frozen lake, she might die."

Paimon said.

Ying also nodded.

"Is it that weak? Then I have to go to the snow mountain with me to exercise."

Yula hesitated for a moment, waved her hand, and said, "Forget it, then I'll change the punishment method."

"That's good."

Paimon breathed a sigh of relief.

After they had a pleasant dinner and made an appointment to hold a book reading party together tomorrow, Yura and Amber said goodbye to them.

They will continue to read Fang Qiu's book.

Paimon and Ying walked towards the hotel all the way.

Mond City is quiet and peaceful.

The melodious wind is blowing.

Jean and Claire and Lisa just had dinner and are sitting on the sofa talking and drinking tea.

Kaya was holding a book by Fang Qiu, and was introducing it to Irene, who was thinking about how to destroy the stake, with a smirk on her face.

Yura and Umber were walking on the streets of Mond under the setting sun.

Wendy told Di Luke about the benefits of storytelling in Angel's Gift.

Mona finished queuing and went to the deer hunter to have a full meal with her reward.

After Diona returned to the cat tail bar, she found that her father was drunk with a few friends in the bar, and Fang Qiu's book was still in hand.

Diona clenched her fists, looked out the window, and murmured: "Fang Qiu is indeed the Great Demon King!"

Outside the window, a gust of wind blows.

The melodious wind from the sky blows towards Liyue.

Following the wind, Paimon and Ying cast their gazes in the direction of Liyue.

"Speaking of which, I don't know how Miss Fang Qiu's new book is doing."

……

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ps: Make a military order, and it will be updated tomorrow!If there is no change, please behead someone!

By the way, py a cute book, "Can you do some serious animation!" "

Summary:

【Orange】

Bai Yuli, a time traveler, has an inauspicious age.

In this era of peaceful coexistence of monsters and humans, she is the best painter in the industry.

That's right, it's a monster~!

Even a white-haired vixen.

Unlike ordinary painting demons, she used to be the most popular supervisor in the industry as a human being, bar none.

The good times didn't last long, and she was manipulated by conspiracy. Not only was she kicked out of the animation industry, but her resume was also sealed. She had no choice but to return to Tushan City, where the monsters lived, and temporarily use Shitu to make ends meet.

—until she got into oranges.

some years later.

"Miss Bai Yuli, what do you think about the proposition of lifespan theory after you have won the best animation director of the year, best game director, best music producer and other awards?"

What else can I see?

"The power of love is infinite!"

Add a little stickers, add a little Wenchaogong, add a little ghosts and goblins, and a little love and peace, and this is how a whimsical urban fantasy tale is born~

Chapter 230 Eight "Forest of Fireflies" ([-] in [-])

In a flash, five days later.

night and day.

The sky turned pale, and the stars in the sky gradually dissipated.

In the early morning of late autumn and early winter, there is a slight chill in the air.

The weather is getting colder.

A ray of cold wind passed through the windows and screens of the rental house, blowing on Fang Qiu's white buttocks and slender legs exposed in the air.

The sudden cold made Fang Qiu tremble and woke up from sleep.

Shen He, who was sleeping beside him, was closing his eyes, and his round chest was rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

And beside Shen He, there was a copy of her "[-] Centimeters Per Second". She saw Shen He reading it before going to bed last night.

It is estimated that Shen He fell asleep after seeing it very late yesterday.

Looking at Shen He's peaceful sleeping face, Fang Qiu smiled softly.

Shen He has been living in her house these days, eating and sleeping together on weekdays.

We get along very well.

Ting Yu also got acquainted with Shen He, but he still didn't let Shen He hug him, at most he only let her touch her.

The only bad thing about Shen He is that he sleeps too lightly.

Every time she moved a little, Shen He would wake up.

That is to say, Shen He has cultivated immortality. If she had woken up like this, she would have suffered from neurasthenia and fell ill.

After all, not to mention her sick body now, even her in the previous life couldn't bear it.

In her previous life, she lived at home for a while, but there was a square outside her home. From day to night, the old men and women seemed to have infinite energy, constantly putting energy into their daily communication.

Along with the dance steps, the square dance songs poured into her brain like magic sounds.

Through the eardrum, directly to the mind.

During that time period, there was no way to code words.

In order to code words, I had to reverse my work and rest. During the daytime, I was tortured by square dancing, and I was often woken up. I began to suffer from neurasthenia, and my body went from bad to worse.

These days, she often wakes Shen He up with a little movement, but Shen He is not tired at all...

In this regard, Fang Qiu plans to choose a house after the new book comes to an end.

When the time comes, they will each have a room, so they don't have to worry about waking Shen He up.

She moved her body slightly, reached out and pulled her nightgown to cover her lower body, which was only wearing black lace panties, and just after she finished this movement, Shen He beside her woke up.

"Good morning, Shin Hak."

Fang Qiu said hello.

"Well, good morning."

Shen He nodded.

Now that Shen He was awake, Fang Qiu didn't have to tiptoe. She sat on the bed, stretched herself, walked to the bed, took down the screen, and opened the window.

Outside the window, the sky has lit up orange.

The sun will come out soon.

"Phew, the weather is getting colder and colder. Winter is coming. Let's go buy some winter clothes in the afternoon."

Feeling the cold air outside the window, Fang Qiu shrank his body slightly.

Cold weather.

"Ah."

Shen He walked to the closet, dragged off his pajamas, revealed his clean and seductive body, and began to change into regular clothes.

After Fang Qiu glanced at Shen He's alluring body, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the manuscript on the table pressed by a book.

The job is over.

The plot of "The Forest of Firefly" is not long, and it took only a few days to finish writing it like her.

As long as the manuscript is submitted to the publishing house today, you can continue to fish.

And in the past few days, many things have happened.

For example, Ningguang and the wealthy businessmen had listened to the opera in Qunyu Pavilion that day, and after the meeting, they discussed and jointly opened a studio in the suburb of Liyue for the projection of shadows.

Wealthy businessmen would naturally not refuse to cooperate with Ningguang to do business.

Thus, a large project began to be built.

As for why the wealthy businessmen are united, according to her guess, it is probably to let the wealthy businessmen also get a share and develop together.

After the announcement of this project, the entire Liyue Port exploded.

Not only the people who suffered from queuing at teahouses were very excited, but also the rich businessmen were very excited.

They originally thought that although Yingying is very attractive to the public, it also has many shortcomings.

First, it is crowded playback resources.

Just one piece of "Legend of Sword and Fairy One" made Liyue's major teahouses overloaded for many days without being able to stop.

If they followed suit, Liyue's teahouse would not be able to support it at all.

Second, it is the high cost of queuing, which is destined to make them only accept queuing high-quality goods.