I write novels in Liyue

"Oh, I see."

Shen He nodded.

Going back to the house with Shen He, Ting Yu was lying on the blanket of the sofa, showing her small head, looking at her with resentment.

Only then did Fang Qiu realize that he seemed to have forgotten to prepare cat food for Ting Yu...

Fang Qiu hurried into the kitchen, and brought the delicious cat rice to Tingyu in a short time.

Seeing Fang Qiu's flattering appearance, Ting Yu withdrew his resentful gaze and began to eat cat food.

"Then, Shen He, I'll go back to bed first, good night."

Seeing Ting Yu sneaking into her room after eating cat food, Fang Qiu smiled and said good night to Shen He.

Then he stretched and went back to the room.

Ting Yu has nestled into the cat's nest, leaning his head against the edge of the cat's nest, looking out the window quietly.

The snow outside the window is still falling.

Fang Qiu quickly took off his clothes, put on his pajamas and got under the covers.

I fell asleep peacefully.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind and snow are howling.

There are very few pedestrians on the streets of Liyue Port.

Zhong Li was walking on the street, his feet made a creaking sound as he stepped on the snow covered with bluestone slabs.

"Sure enough, no matter what, I can't drink the taste of the past."

Zhong Li stopped and looked up at the snowy night sky, with a look of loneliness in his expression.

The sky is full of vicissitudes, the mountains and seas are transformed into shapes, and the wasteland rises to stars, shining like a blazing sun.

This is what Ruotuo often says.

Just like Yang Jian written by Fang Qiu in "Splitting the Mountain to Save His Mother".

Why didn't he suppress Ruotuo in the same way that Yang Jian suppressed Sanshengmu?

He dotted Ruotuo's eyes, and Ruotuo followed him to fight in all directions, so it can be said that he was like a brother.

But after Ruotuo was worn out, he had no choice but to endure his reluctance and suppress Ruotuo for the sake of disaster.

He doesn't regret doing it.

However, seeing Fang Qiu's play inevitably reminded him of Ruotuo.

He remembered Ruotuo's expression when he voluntarily sealed him underground, and remembered Ruotuo's trembling voice when he called out his name when his thoughts disappeared.

"If one day, I can meet you face to face and have another drink."

Zhong Li sighed, looked away, and continued walking forward.

Of the two jars of wine, he drank one and left the remaining one for Ruotuo.

Just at this time, a voice came from the wind and snow.

"Of the ten people from Qiuqiu, running around for food, one choked to death and couldn't be rescued. Of the ten, only nine remained. Nine of the people from Qiuqiu, who were sleepless late at night, were so sleepy. They fell asleep and died. Of the nine, only eight remained... "

As Hu Tao walked towards the gate of the Hall of Rebirth, she hummed the dark nursery rhyme that Fang Qiu improvised for her two days ago.

She likes this nursery rhyme called "Ten Qiuqiu People" that Fang Qiu created for her.

It can be said to be comparable to her "Qiuqiu Ballad".

Just as she continued to sing, she saw Zhong Li standing on the street in the snow and looking at her.

"Zhongli, good evening, have you eaten yet?"

Walnut waved his hand.

"Hello, hall master, back to hall master's words, not yet."

Zhong Li shook his head and said.

"Didn't you eat?"

Hu Tao smiled triumphantly, and said, "I've eaten it, and it was a big meal at Wanmin Hall."

Looking at the walnut with his hips akimbo, smiling at his own, Zhongli couldn't help but twitched a faint smile.

"Master, it's snowing heavily, let's go back to the Hall of Rebirth."

Zhongli said.

"Row."

Hu Tao nodded, raised his heels to follow Zhong Li, and said, "By the way, it's so late, where have you been?"

"Going to visit an old friend."

Zhongli said.

"Old person? Do you mean the deceased? Did you pass by our Pastoral Hall?"

Walnut turned his face sideways, blinked his eyes, and asked.

"It's an old friend."

Zhong Li looked helplessly at the hall master who was out of his mind, and said.

"Old friend? Then has he subscribed to the service launched by our Xiangsheng Hall? It's the one that collects the body of the whole glass moon bag."

In the middle of Hu Tao's words, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you seen the play written by Fang Qiu?"

"You mean "Splitting the Mountain to Save Your Mother"?"

Zhongli asked.

"Ah, yes, that's the one."

Walnut nodded.

"Seen."

Zhongli nodded.

"That's fine. Today I sang "Splitting the Mountain and Rescuing My Mother II" at the Yu Teahouse. It should be played in Yingying Building in a few days. You can go and see it. It's beautiful and it can be cured."

The corner of Walnut's mouth curled up with a hint of malice.

Just as he finished speaking, Zhong Li said, "I've also read "Splitting the Mountain to Save My Mother II."

"Eh? So you were there too? Then why didn't I see you?"

Walnut was a little puzzled.

"Perhaps the hall master didn't pay attention."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Is that right?"

Hu Tao raised his eyebrows, and then said: "How is it? What's the evaluation?"

"It was a good show."

Zhong Li said calmly.

Walking to the front of the Hall of Rebirth, with a sound of "Yiya", the door was pushed open, and the wind and snow immediately swept into the hall.

Hu Tao hurriedly walked into the gate of the Hall of Rebirth, and then closed the door.

As soon as she entered the door, San Mi trotted all the way to Hu Tao, and then jumped into Hu Tao's arms.

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ps: My grandma came home when I went to bed yesterday, and I only slept for more than three hours.

py a book. "I play the villain in Yuanshin!" "

Chapter 270 Eight Book Release Day ([-] words)

early morning.

The sky was still overcast.

Fortunately, after three days of heavy snowfall in a row, the snow finally became a lot lighter and scattered here and there.

For a while, the streets and alleys of Liyue Port were bustling, especially outside the Wanwen Collection House, where novel lovers lined up with umbrellas.

"Miss Boss, here's a copy of "Weathering With You", and another copy of "The Temptation of the Wild Boar"."

"Hiss...brother, what the hell is "The Temptation of the Wild Boar"? Although you are from Mond and believe in the wind god of freedom, but you...are you a little too free...We have a man named The doctor of Baishu is very famous, I suggest you take some time to see the doctor..."

"Why do you need to see a doctor? "The Temptation of the Wild Boar" is just a recipe for wild boar cuisine. Is there anything strange about it?"

"Uh... so it's a recipe, hahahaha, it's okay, lady boss, I want a copy of "Weathering Child", a copy of "Gain Devouring Skill after Rebirth of Slime", and a copy of "My Tentacle is Invincible". "

The proprietress Ji Fang sighed, rubbed her hands together, found three books and handed them to the novel lover, and received sixty moras.

"Oh, it's so cold, when will the weather be sunny?"

Looking at the cloudy sky outside the window, Ji Fang sighed.

It has been snowing for so many days, and it doesn't stop at all.

Just as she was sighing about the weather, the people who were waiting outside the Wanwenji dormitory were shivering under the cold wind.

"My mother...it's so cold...it's so cold that I want to compose a poem..."

"I can't see that you look old and rough, and you can compose poems?"

"It must be a fire in the crotch, of course."

"Yo huh? You're full of jingles, so why don't you say something?"

"Heavy snow is fluttering and passers-by look at it, and seeing Xue Le is happy when you see the snow."