I write novels in Liyue

They stayed in the villa and toured the rooms.

"Wow, this is so luxurious! It looks even better than the Dust Song Pot in the Traveler's Journey."

Paimon said.

"Cheng Ge's teapot?"

Upon hearing this word, Fang Qiu was taken aback.

“That’s right, it was given to us by Grandma Ping.”

Paimon said.

"Did your master give this to you?"

Upon hearing Paimon mention Grandma Ping, Xiangling couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, that's right."

Paimon nodded and said, "Grandma Ping felt that we were exposed to the elements and rain when we were out in the wild. In order to make us more comfortable when we were sleeping in the wild, she used her magic to make a Dust Song Pot. Inside is a cave. We just need to give the materials to the immortal A Yuan inside, and he can make a house and furniture. However, we are still in the early stages, so it is not very luxurious."

"That's amazing!"

Fang Qiu was shocked.

To open up a grotto-heaven?

This would be considered a celestial-level spell in novels from my previous life, right?

"Fang Qiu, if you're interested, you can come with me and the Traveler to Chen Ge Pot."

Paimon said with a smile.

Fang Qiu immediately expressed interest.

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P.S.: I've written a book called "I, Möbius, Have a God Simulator".

Chapter 253 The Suffering of Party B

Before long, Bai Shi returned with the contract.

Fang Qiu glanced at it; there were too many items, making her dizzy.

If it weren't for the deal with Ningguang, she would have definitely had a legal expert thoroughly examine the purchase agreement to prevent anyone from tampering with it.

After all, she didn't understand the laws of Liyue, so what if she got scammed?

A transaction worth a whopping 30 million Mora!

Without Ningguang's almost blatant collaboration with Mora, she would only have a few million at most right now.

Thirty million is an astronomical figure.

Although it might be a bit embarrassing for a time traveler.

If she were scammed out of 30 million Mora, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep or eat for the next six months, and might even spend a lot of time crying.

Speaking of legal experts, there seems to be a particularly skilled one in Liyue named Yanfei.

Speaking of which, the legal expert she met on her way to the funeral parlor yesterday, who was almost sent to Qianyan Army for two years after being cut in line, is also very impressive.

In terms of professionalism, spending two years in the countryside is just as professional as the doctor girlfriend in my past life cutting her boyfriend more than thirty times and then classifying it as a minor injury.

He looks like a professor.

Asking her is definitely the right thing to do.

Speaking of which, I wonder if that guy in line got in yet...

Fang Qiu shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts from his mind. He took a deep breath, picked up the calligraphy brush Bai Shi handed him, and prepared to sign.

The moment Fang Qiu put pen to paper, he finally felt the weight of thirty million Mora.

The weight, like a weight on a scale, hung on her arm, making her hand tremble uncontrollably as she signed.

That's a mortgage of tens of millions!

After the fingerprints were affixed, the contract officially took effect.

"The contract has been made, and the one who breaks the promise shall be punished."

Bai Shi put away one contract and handed the other to Fang Qiu.

Feeling the weight of the 30 million yuan contract in his hand, Fang Qiu suddenly felt a little dazed.

She subconsciously glanced at her surroundings.

They were in a hall, which was luxuriously and exquisitely decorated. If she were writing a novel, she could probably describe the hall's decorations in several chapters.

I never imagined that one day I would own my own house.

This means that I have now established myself economically in Liyue and own real estate of my own.

"The contract has been signed, and Miss Fang Qiu can move in today. I can arrange for someone to help with the move."

Bai Shi pushed up his glasses and said.

"There's no need to trouble Miss Baishi with the moving."

Fang Qiu smiled and said.

It wasn't that she didn't want to trouble Bai Shi and Ning Guang, but mainly that Shen He had gone to visit the immortals. If she moved out first, it would be very awkward if Shen He returned to find the house empty.

During this time, go to the market to buy some daily necessities.

She gave 15 million first, and still owes 15 million.

He still had two million left to maintain his household expenses.

That 15 million will be deducted from her subsequent earnings.

"Okay, by the way, if there's anything you're not happy with about the renovation, just let me know, and I'll send someone over to fix it as soon as possible."

Bai Shi thought for a moment and then said.

"No need, no need, I'm already very satisfied."

Fang Qiu quickly waved his hand and said.

She didn't think that her suggestions, made by an outsider, would be better than the designs Ningguang had hired.

If I give random, incoherent instructions and then ask the craftsman to change it back, the craftsman will beat me up.

In her past life, she wrote custom-made articles for a period of time.

That client was particularly outrageous; after she finished writing the first draft and submitted it, the other party kept offering suggestions for revision.

She revised almost everything piece by piece, making it unrecognizable. She thought the client would recreate the classic joke and ask her to change it back to the first version, but to her surprise, the client simply blocked and deleted her.

Later, she saw two commissioned articles online, one was the first version, and the other was a revised version that she had almost completely changed.

That scammer wasn't content with just getting a commissioned article from her for free; he even tortured her into revising it, and then stole the revised version of the commissioned article for free as well!

At that time, she understood the pain of the other party.

So let's not torture the craftsmen.

Having taken care of everything, Bai Shi had other matters to attend to, so he handed over a large bunch of keys to Fang Qiu and then turned and left.

then.

At Paimon's suggestion, the Traveler took out the Dust Song Pot and put them all into it.

A bright orange sunset greets the eye, and cranes dance among the sea of ​​clouds, their distant cries echoing from time to time.

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling Fang Qiu's hair and clothes.

"What a nice view."

"Hu Tao murmured."

Fang Qiu was completely shocked and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

What...what happened?

What's happening here?

Is this a magical artifact from the immortals?

She originally thought that the so-called blessed land could at most create the interior of a very large house.

It's somewhat similar to the RV from my previous life.

It can be carried around and used as a dwelling.

A must-have for travel.

Unexpectedly, this is not a motorhome at all; it is clearly a starship carrying an enormous mountain.

This scaling ratio is terrifying.

Is this the power of immortals?

It's incredible that such a blessed land could actually be created.

She had initially thought that immortals were just more powerful humans, but it turned out that she had been too narrow-minded.

Paimon said that there is a fairy named A Yuan in this cave, who can turn the materials they deliver into buildings or furniture.

I can only say I'm extremely envious.

However, at the same time, a question arose in her mind.

What about the Traveler's and Paimon's house?

We can't possibly switch from sleeping in the open air to sleeping in the dusty teapot, can we?

What's the point?

Just as she was wondering.

"Fang Qiu, Hu Tao, over here, over here."