I write novels in Liyue

Quiet.

Within the pure land of the mind, there is no wind and no sound.

Shadow remained silent for a very long time until he sensed that the Divine Cherry Tree was under attack, at which point he came to his senses.

"It's a beast-hunting hound..."

Ying's pupils contracted slightly.

Five hundred years ago, the catastrophe was spearheaded by this pack of beast-like hounds that invaded Inazuma...

It was that disaster that took away all the people she cherished.

Under the cherry blossom tree, she was all alone...

Her expression turned cold.

As I put down the book, my vision blurred, and my view shifted from the Pure Land to the interior of the castle tower.

The main hall of the castle tower remained empty.

However, when she got up, her body immediately resisted.

After suppressing her physical discomfort, Ying stepped forward and instantly appeared above the castle tower.

She stood suspended in mid-air above the castle tower, her gaze piercing through layers of mist and landing on the foot of Mount Kagetoshi.

A slightly chilly breeze, carrying the morning mist, caressed her, and her purple eyes held a deep sadness.

The next moment, she took a step forward.

Instantly transforming into a silent bolt of lightning, it arrived at the foot of Shadow Mountain with terrifying speed, almost instantly.

Amidst the desolate yet beautiful lightning strikes, several barking beast hounds were instantly reduced to ashes.

Thunder obliterated everything.

However, after she killed the Beast Realm Hound, the sadness and complex emotions in her eyes grew even stronger.

At the same time, the body's resistance became increasingly severe.

She forced herself to resist and headed to the next location, only to find the Traveler and Paimon battling the Beast Hounds.

Without the slightest hesitation, she stomped her foot and transformed into lightning, rushing towards them as her dream was unleashed.

The blade, crackling with lightning, swiftly and decisively annihilated the two beast-like hunting dogs.

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At this moment in Liyue, Wanwen Collection House was extremely busy.

Even with six or seven employees, they couldn't keep up. The proprietress, Ji Fang, could only suppress her urge to see what kind of supernatural novel Fang Qiu would write and started handing books to the shop assistants.

The tavern downstairs quickly filled up with people, which made the proprietress beam with joy.

As expected of Fang Qiu.

Hu Tao had bought the books early on. Just as she was smiling as she looked at the cart full of books and was about to push it back to the ancestral hall, she suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It is sweet rain.

She stood outside the queue, looking at the long line, at a loss for what to do.

Ok?

What is she doing here?

So, Hu Tao pushed the cart to her.

After chatting for a while, Hu Tao learned that Gan Yu had taken a break from her busy schedule to buy a copy of Fang Qiu's new book, so she took out three copies of "Hotarubi no Mori e" and handed them to Gan Yu.

According to some novel enthusiasts, one book is for collection, one for recommendation, and one for personal use.

Gan Yu insisted on not taking it for free, so she paid Hu Tao for the book and accepted Hu Tao's favor before saying goodbye.

After bidding farewell to Gan Yu, Hu Tao returned to the Hall of Rebirth, where a tall, handsome young man was standing under the osmanthus tree in front of the hall.

"Zhongli, what are you looking at?"

After greeting Zhongli, Hu Tao, pulling her cart, asked.

"I didn't see anything."

Zhongli shook his head, then turned his gaze to the cart behind Hu Tao that was laden with books. He said calmly, "Good books are worth the time to wait for, so I'll just wait here."

"I know, I know. I thought there was some big business deal that I needed to decide. Here you go."

Although Hu Tao sighed, she couldn't help but smile. She turned around, took a book from the trolley, and handed it to Zhong Li.

"Thank you very much, Master Hu."

Zhong Li took the book and glanced at the cover.

Beneath the torii gate sealed with numerous talismans, a boy is leading a girl by the hand with a wooden stick, walking along a mountain path.

I flipped through a couple of pages at random, and this time, Master Hu wasn't up to any tricks.

After confirming that the content is correct.

After exchanging a few words with Hu Tao, he turned and left.

Hu Tao then handed the trolley to the young maid, asking her to help send it out.

"If Fang Qiu is so afraid of ghosts, why does he still write ghost stories?"

Hu Tao muttered to herself as she sat on the railing, stretched, and opened the book.

She really enjoys reading ghost stories.

I'd like to see what Fang Qiu's ghost stories are like.

However, when she saw the delicate little print on the title page, she was stunned.

"It is best not to form a bond with them, lest it only bring more sorrow."

Hu Tao murmured the sentence aloud, her mind wandering.

Just then, a gust of wind carrying a chill blew by, and the young lady hugged herself and said, "It's so cold lately. It's only the beginning of winter, and I'm already looking forward to summer..."

Is it cold?

With a complicated expression, Hu Tao looked up at the osmanthus tree where many leaves had fallen and said, "I wonder if Fang Qiu has woken up yet, whether he covered himself properly while sleeping, and whether he has caught a cold."

Thinking of this, she looked at the sentence in the book: "One should not form a bond with another, lest it only increase sorrow."

I feel extremely depressed.

She suppressed her agitation and turned to the title page.

The story begins in the height of summer with the sound of cicadas.

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P.S.: Sorry, I had something urgent to attend to this afternoon.

I'd also like to share a book by a renowned author: "Doctor, Promise Me, Okay?"

Chapter 245 Is it because of Miss Fang Qiu?

Hu Tao sat quietly on the railing reading a book, while Yi Guan Xiao Mei never had time to read.

Like Mr. Zhongli, many employees of Wangshengtang arrived early in the morning to wait.

She's been publishing books all this time and hasn't had a chance to read Fang Qiu's book yet.

"Thank you very much, little sister."

Old Meng took the book, thanked him, and turned to leave.

As he walked, he looked at the cover of "Hotarubi no Mori e" in his hand, somewhat excited.

This Miss Fang Qiu has made tremendous progress.

At first, Master Hu forced him to read stories and frequently asked him for his thoughts after reading them, which was simply torture.

Fortunately, I treated it as part of my job, so it wasn't too painful.

However, since that book, "Your Lie in April," Ms. Fang Qiu seems to have undergone a transformation.

Each book is better than the last.

He went from initial resistance to actually liking it.

Watching Old Meng's departing figure, Yi Guan turned to look at Hu Tao sitting on the stone railing not far away.

A chilly breeze blew, and Yi Guan Xiao Mei instinctively shrank back.

"It's going to rain today."

Yi Guan looked up at the sky; the sky over Liyue was overcast.

Winter rains are coming.

She looked down at the hall master, who was sitting on the stone railing, his twin ponytails swaying gently in the wind.

For some reason, the hall master's back view seemed somewhat sad, just like the osmanthus tree that was gradually withering away.

Just like Mr. Zhongli before...

She's been at the mortuary for so long, and Master Hu is always smiling, optimistic, and cheerful.

I remember last time Mr. Zhongli spent ten million Mora to buy that calligraphy, even Master Hu wasn't this upset.

She had never seen Master Hu like this before...

Did Miss Fang Qiu write something?

While no one was collecting books, she took one from the stroller.

"Speaking of which, the title 'Hotarubi no Mori e' (Forest of Fireflies) doesn't seem like a ghost story at all."

Yi Guan looked at the book title with some confusion.

However, the talismans pasted all over the torii gate on the book cover do give it a certain feel to it.