I write novels in Liyue

She also wanted to know what Kiana's story would be like next.

However, after saying that, she felt that since Fang Qiu had brought it up, he must have other short stories he wanted to write.

Furthermore, humans have their limits. Even Fang Qiu needs to rest, calm down, and slowly conceive the plot.

Haste makes waste; this is the principle at play.

After all, as long as it's not like I've started two long novels and can only update them randomly, it's not too bad.

While I'm really curious to know what happens next in Kiana's story, it's nice to have a change of pace now and then.

However, Paimon was thrown into confusion upon hearing the book title Fang Qiu mentioned.

Paimon pondered for a moment and came up with a solution.

That means using dice to decide on the new book, which makes the decision much less complicated.

After listening, Fang Qiu felt that it did make sense.

Since we don't know how to choose, let's leave it to fate.

After all, fate has the final say.

Ok……

That's not right either. The god of Liyue is the Geo Archon.

Let him choose then.

Even though he's already dead.

There are no more dice.

However, you can draw cards.

After finishing his meal, Fang Qiu immediately began preparing to draw the card.

She wrote each one on a blank slip of paper, and the answer came to her in the instant she drew the card.

Chapter 547 Who's Still Asleep in the Dark?

"boom!"

A deafening clap of thunder boomed outside the window, and blue lightning illuminated the sky in a stark white light.

A strong wind followed.

Fang Qiu put away the note, dipped a quill pen in ink, and wrote on the clean white paper.

The answer is simple.

That means writing everything.

Of course, there is a specific order.

Since we're going to Mondstadt, let's choose Batman first.

The ending of Batman omitted the scene of him living in seclusion abroad, which truly reflects the saying that the most heroic sacrifice is the destiny of a hero.

Although, he was also the creator of the "my superpower is being rich" myth.

Incidentally, two famous singers in their previous lives even wrote a song for Batman called "The Dark Knight," which is also the subtitle of the second Batman movie.

The line "increasingly toxic rain, more and more disasters" is very similar to what I mistakenly thought was the Ohio gas leak this morning.

There were better ways to handle this, but America chose the method that involved the most money... no, the method that involved the most comments.

So, three words were left on the pristine white paper.

Batman.

"Batman? What's that? The hero from Batman?"

Paimon stroked his chin, frowned, and looked puzzled.

"more or less."

Fang Qiu smiled.

"But will anyone actually watch this?"

Paimon was puzzled.

"Alright, Paimon, let's not disturb Fang Qiu's writing."

Ying said.

"Ok."

Paimon nodded and sat down on the sofa with Ying.

Outside the window, thunder roared incessantly.

Paimon and the traveler whispered about the hardships they had endured on Inazuma Hachijo Island.

Walking down the street, lightning would strike from time to time.

There are also sea monsters.

With such a large knife, he said, "Let me test this on you," and then, without a word, he swung the knife down.

Fang Qiu gently closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Empty your mind.

The story of Batman kept replaying in my mind.

Time passed slowly, while a fierce wind howled outside the window.

The sky was as dark as night.

With a thunderous roar, a torrential downpour began, and at that moment, Fang Qiu opened his eyes.

I pick up my pen and write.

The Batman trilogy is comprised of three books, and the story of the trilogy is exactly the length of a novel.

The first book, "The Mystery of the Swordsman"!

A story that walks in the shadows and brings nightmare-like fear to criminals unfolds slowly in Fang Qiu's writing.

Outside the window, a fierce wind and torrential rain raged, plunging the world into darkness.

At this moment, outside Liyue Harbor, a carriage sped through the wind and rain.

Inside the carriage sat a family.

A pregnant woman, her husband, and her daughter.

The man, his face filled with anxiety, drove the carriage at breakneck speed toward Liyue Harbor.

I was soaked to the bone.

However, a tree blocked the road.

The man hurriedly reined in his horse, and just as he got off the carriage to move the tree, a group of members of the treasure-hunting gang jumped out from both sides of the road.

"Kid, I advise you not to resist. The blade of this knife is coated with deadly poison. Hand over Mora and the carriage obediently, and we brothers might spare your life."

One of the fat members of the treasure-hunting gang waved his short knife in the air twice, pretending to lick it, which startled the skinny guy next to him, who quickly pushed him to the ground.

"What are you doing... Ouch."

The fat man scrambled out of the mud pit in a sorry state.

"You almost poisoned yourself to death, you idiot! Damn it, how dare you say you're on par with me in the underworld, like the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix..."

The skinny man cursed, then looked at the man and said, "There's an old saying in Liyue: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' You look like you're in a hurry, so just hand over Mora. Brother, you don't want your business to be delayed, do you?"

"Brothers, my wife is about to give birth. Please make way for me. I beg you. The Mora I have on me is for my wife's childbirth. Please, have some compassion."

Seeing the blades held by the treasure-hunting gang in the rain, the man knelt down with a thud, his face full of pleading.

He had no choice.

Revolt?

How could a frail scholar like him possibly defeat seven or eight men wielding blades...?

If they were given a Mora and a carriage, the pregnant wife who was about to give birth would surely die in such a torrential downpour...

Therefore, he could only kneel down and beg the other party to take pity on him.

Upon hearing this, the two members of the treasure-hunting team, one fat and one thin, hesitated for a moment.

"Or should we just let it go?"

The skinny guy made the suggestion.

"I think it's okay."

The fat man nodded.

"Screw you."

A burly man kicked the skinny man to the ground, then looked at the other man and said coldly, "Young Master..."

"Nonsense! Hand over Mora and the carriage now, or don't blame my sword for being merciless."

The man was in despair.

He was trembling all over. The lady's voice came from inside the carriage, but the man did not reply. He clenched his fists, wanting to fight back with all his might.

As the group of thieves approached, the man threw a punch at them, but the next moment, he was kicked to the ground.

By the time he recovered, the other person had already raised the knife and was slashing at him.

The man instinctively closed his eyes.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come; instead, a woman's voice rang out.

"Madam, don't worry, your husband just tripped and fell, he's not seriously injured."

Immediately afterwards, screams erupted, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

But they found the burly man collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Not only that, the treasure-hunting gang was also wiped out, and even the fallen tree was moved.