Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

The bright morning light came into view, and he suddenly returned from the misty fairy palace to the familiar bedroom. Jian You couldn't recover from the scene change without warning like waking up from a dream.

"morning."

Mo Shang was lying beside Jian You, and when he turned around, he saw the young man staring blankly at the ceiling, couldn't help smiling, and stretched out Lushan's claws to ruffle the other's short hair.

The familiar environment relieved Jian You's nerves that had been tense all night, and the exhaustion accumulated for two consecutive nights began to break out. A hazy sleepiness appeared in his eyes, and he forgot to rub his head and lose his temper.

He looked at Mo Shang, and asked blankly: "...your cat...what will you do tonight?"

After meeting Feng Moran last night, they stayed in the Holy Demon Palace for one night under the leadership of the other party, and learned a lot about recent events.

Fear comes from the unknown. After knowing where he was going, Jian You's tension eased a lot.

Out of the intuition of small animals, he found that Feng Moran seemed indifferent, but he was very approachable when getting along.

And the other party seemed to be a cat sucker, so he easily abducted the black cat brought by Mo Shang.

Jian You has temporarily accepted the fact that he travels to the cultivation world every night, and he still misses Lin Xianze who is waiting in the maze.

Feng Moran said that he could not withdraw the formation, so he could only ask the two of them to report a safety letter and persuade Lin Xianze to leave.

They didn't have time to return last night. If they can go back to the past tonight, they still have to send a message to Lin Xianze.

I asked that fairy surnamed Feng, but unfortunately the other party was helpless in his own situation.

It is impossible for Mo Shang to stay in his room every night, thinking that he will enter the cultivation world alone tonight, Jian You's uneasiness that had subsided surged again.

He grabbed Mo Shang's hand on top of his head, didn't shake it off, just grabbed it.

Mo Shang's expression became more gentle, he held Jian You's hand and pulled it over, and covered it with the other hand, holding Jian You's hand in the palm of both hands.

"Hey……"

Jian You finally came to his senses, shouted in dissatisfaction, and pulled his hand back forcefully.

Mo Shang smiled nonchalantly, stretched out his hand and quickly rubbed Jian You, and said, "Don't worry, I'll go back and find a way, I won't let you go there alone, let's have a good rest now."

Jian You's ears were hot, he pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and muttered softly: "What can you do..."

He was really sleepy, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in less than a minute.

The long eyelashes are slightly curled up, like the long eyelashes of a doll, and they are golden brown in the morning sun, making them look softer and softer, making people want to reach out and fiddle with them.

Mo Shang's hand brushed over Jian You's cheek, lightly covering his eyes, covering the sunlight falling on his face, with the other hand on the bed lightly, he turned directly from the bed to the other side, turned his head Looking at Jian You who was unaware, she smiled, walked to the window and gently closed the curtains.

It was the countless times today that he took out his mobile phone. Downstairs in an ordinary residential building, Feng Li sat on a bench next to the green belt of the community, glanced at the silent mobile phone, scratched his hair irritably, and turned his gaze Throw to the residential building ahead.

It has been nearly two weeks since I saw Yan Zhao. He knows that the other party has always been very busy. He was okay when he was in school. He can often meet at school. After the summer vacation, every time he asks him out, he is either busy preparing for a thesis or for a competition. Things are running around.

Knowing the importance of career to Yan Zhao, Feng Li tried his best not to bother him.

He himself is not a romantic person, what he admired at the beginning was Yan Zhao's hard work, which makes people feel that fate can really be controlled in his own hands.

But not seeing each other is one thing, Feng Li still secretly sent someone to follow Yan Zhao and report the other party's whereabouts every day.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this, and he was also considering Yan Zhao's safety.

Yan Zhao had already discovered the person who was secretly staring at him, guessed that Feng Li did it, and obviously expressed his displeasure.However, Feng Li was determined not to withdraw, so the other party did not mention this matter again.

The person protecting Yan Zhao recently sent back news that an unidentified foreign man was getting very close to Yan Zhao.

Feng Li asked people to investigate, but apart from the name Ndira, they couldn't find any details about the man.

He called Yan Zhao to tell Yan Zhao about it, but the other party only said he knew about it, then hung up the communication, not sure if he took his warning to heart.

With brown optical glass, you can clearly see the outdoors from the indoors, but you can't see anything clearly when you look in from the outdoors.

The desk is placed by the window, and if you turn your head to the left, you can see a familiar figure sitting on the bench facing the green belt of the room.

The silent mobile phone was thrown aside, and the buzzing vibration and the flashing of the reminder light were not accepted. Yan Zhao stared at the computer and typed the last line of code, closed the page, rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, left his seat and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. After drinking a cup of coffee, he went back to the room and sat back on the chair, then turned his head and looked downstairs through the window.

Glancing at Feng Li with some headaches, he turned his attention back to the computer, opened the search engine, and entered the three words "Endira".

Click on the link to enter the Green River Novel Network, and then where he left off last time, he drank coffee while browsing the content of the follow-up novel.

Not used to reading this type of novels, Yan Zhao's reading speed is very slow, frowning when encountering incomprehensible plots, stopping to drink coffee, and looking out the window to relieve fatigue.

Yan Zhao doesn't have many romantic cells, he is a practical person, but unexpectedly he has a high acceptance of mysterious things.

After that encounter on the street, and various "chance coincidences" after getting to know Ndira, it was just a whim to search the other party's name on the Internet, and it was also accidental to discover this novel that is still being serialized.

After reading this novel out of curiosity to see what the character with the same name and surname is like, Yan Zhao unexpectedly discovered that the demons described in this fantasy romance novel are very similar to her in all aspects of character and behavior. Knowing Ndira has a wonderful overlap.

He didn't think about time travel, but only guessed whether the author knew Endira, and the demon in the book was based on the one he knew.

So Yan Zhao joined the reader group according to the group number of the novel copywriting, and quickly became one with the readers in it.He has no pressure to be cute among a group of little girls, following the momentum of discussing the plot, he brought the topic to Ndira, but unfortunately, no one knows whether this character is the author's fiction, and the author himself is in the group , but rarely bubbling chat.

It's not appropriate to ask such personal questions hastily. When Yan Zhaozheng felt that he had no way to start, he suddenly realized—why should he care so much about Ndira's affairs?