I write novels in Liyue

If he had known it would end like this, he would never have told Naganohara Yoshimiya about it in public, even if it meant his death.

Headache.

Just as he was contemplating whether he should stay home for a while, Ayato Kamisato smiled faintly and said, "Alright, let's start the hot pot game."

As she spoke, Ayaka Kamisato placed a raw violet down.

This is even worse than the half-ripe violets he left out before.

Ayato Kamisato, on the other hand, placed a tricolor dumpling.

Seeing the way the Kamisato siblings were looking at him, Thomas couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Staying at home isn't necessarily safe...

So, after a fierce battle, Thomas ate all the strange ingredients.

He leaned against the wall, his face blank, his vision blurred, his mind filled with the bizarre novels he had recently read.

Ayaka and Ayato ate relatively ordinary food, and nothing happened after they finished eating.

……

At this time.

Ying, Paimon, and Ying finished eating and strolled along the street.

"Thank you so much for being there for me."

Shadow said, "I've seen many things that I couldn't see from inside the castle tower."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. If you want to eat something delicious next time, you can call us."

Paimon said.

"If you want to know more about the people's lives, you can call us."

Ying said.

"Ah."

Ying nodded.

Just then, they heard a noisy commotion.

"I didn't cry! How could I possibly cry! I'm the leader of the Desolate Ridge Sect! The strongest man in Inazuma! Ren, don't talk nonsense!"

"This voice... even though I can't see where the person is, I know who it is just by listening to the voice."

Paimon crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, and spoke with an expression of shrewdness and strategic brilliance.

"indeed."

Ying nodded.

"who is it?"

Ying was somewhat puzzled.

"Arataki Ichidou, the leader of the Arataki-ryu School."

Paimon said.

"Who? Never heard of them."

"Shadow said."

It took Paimon a lot of effort to explain the Wilderness Sect to Shadow.

"So, the Desolate Ridge Sect is just an organization made up of a bunch of idle people?"

"Shadow asked."

"Uh, no, um... although it feels similar, it's not."

Paimon scratched his head and said.

"Everyone has their own ambitions, especially your friends. I naturally won't interfere. It's getting late, so I'll head back to the castle tower first."

"Shadow said."

"Well then, see you next time."

Paimon waved.

Chapter 251 The Everlasting Way is Magnificent, the Gods Resound Forever (Part Two)

After saying goodbye to Kage, Paimon and Ying prepared to greet Araki Ichito, but when they arrived at the place where the sound had come from, they could not find Araki Ichito.

While they were chatting with Kage, Arataki Ichito and the others had already left.

"Let's go back to the hotel and rest."

Seeing that Araki Ichito wasn't there, Paimon stretched wearily and said, "Today feels so long. I want to lie down in bed and sleep for a while."

"Ah."

Ying nodded.

They walked towards the inn, strolling along the cobblestone street.

"I feel like I've forgotten something."

Paimon said, "I'm so tired, I'll think about it tomorrow. Oh, by the way, traveler, I'd like to take a cup of dango milk back to the inn to eat."

"Paymon should buy it himself."

Ying said.

"Traveler, you're the best! I want the wheat flavor."

Paimon said with a smile.

Left with no other choice, Ying had to follow Paimon toward the dumpling milk shop.

Paimon bought some dumpling milk, took a sip, and said in confusion:

"By the way, let's go back to Liyue tomorrow. The Lantern Festival is coming up soon, right? Hmm, could it be that what I meant by forgetting earlier?"

"That's possible."

Ying held her own cup of glutinous rice ball milk and said.

"That's strange, it doesn't seem right..."

Paimon looked puzzled, but couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

A gentle breeze, carrying the chill of a winter night, swept by, lifting the hem of their clothes, and then fluttering forward, passing by the entrance of the Naganohara fireworks shop.

Meanwhile, at the Naganohara Fireworks Shop.

Naganohara Yomi-miya sat by the door, the pages of "Hotarubi no Mori e" on the bench turning gently in the breeze. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she looked up at the starless and moonless sky and murmured softly, "It's going to rain."

She doesn't like rainy days.

Especially on rainy days in winter.

Fireworks are easily soaked in the rain, and the ground is difficult to clean after they are set off. Also, children get their clothes dirty while playing.

On rainy winter days, the air is damp and cold, and even if fireworks are not rained on, they are prone to getting damp, and the ground dries very slowly.

Fireworks on summer nights are the most spectacular.

Just as Fang Qiu wrote in his book.

Accompanied by the chirping of insects on a summer night, monsters imitate humans, sending dazzling fireworks into the night sky.

Fireworks, festivals, children's laughter, and during the festival, Hotaru Takekawa and Gin, holding hands with white cloth, looking up at the fireworks with happy expressions.

Fireworks fade quickly, but human kindness endures.

Silver disappeared.

Like fireworks, it is something that vanishes in an instant.

But as long as it is beautiful enough, it can bloom eternally in people's hearts.

Those who watched the fireworks together and the beauty of that moment will be deeply imprinted in their minds, becoming a beautiful memory for a lifetime.

The time spent with Gin will be like the fireworks that bloom at the summer night festival, forever etched in Hotaru Takegawa's heart.

"I really want to meet Miss Fang Qiu."

Naganohara Yoshimiya sighed, looking somewhat melancholy.

The wind was blowing gently.

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya glanced at the two copies of "Hotarubi no Mori e" on the other side of the bench, then got up and looked around at both sides of the street. Somewhat puzzled, she sat back down on the bench and muttered to herself, "The traveler asked me to buy books for her. Why hasn't she come to pick them up yet? Could she have forgotten?"

Just as she was lost in thought, Kujo Sara led the Tenryo magistrates past.

As she looked away, Kujo Sara also looked away.

Their eyes met.

Then Kujo Sara turned her gaze to "Hotarubi no Mori e" (The Forest of Fireflies' Light) placed on the bench.

It's Fang Qiu's new book.

Because he was accompanied by soldiers, Kujo Sara simply nodded to Naganohara Yomi-no-miya and did not delay the march.

Instead, he led the soldiers of the Heavenly Territory Envoy and continued towards the Heavenly Territory Envoy's headquarters.

I passed by the Naganohara fireworks shop and arrived at Yaedo.

Although it was already late, there was still a terrifyingly long queue in front of the Yaedo Hall.

Is Fang Qiu's book really that popular?

Looking at the signboard of "Hotarubi no Mori e" standing at the entrance of Yaedo, Kujo Sara couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Fang Qiu's book was also available on the last book launch day, but there aren't as many people queuing up now.

Why are there so many this time?

Just as she was wondering, she overheard a discussion among many novel enthusiasts.