Chapter Twenty-Three: The Return to the World of Fiction
The soft sunlight of early spring shone obliquely on the humble cabin, casting a large shadow in the backyard of the cottage.
A young man with a somewhat wooden look was sitting on a log and carefully scraped a layer of coarse salt grains from the dried fish in his hand, in order to make the dried fish not rot before the salting and drying well, naturally each dried fish was smeared with excessive salt, and for human consumption, it was naturally not directly removed from the shelf covered with snow-white salt.
After every ten dried fish, the boy would pick out one and put it in a small basket beside him, and finally put the small basket on the windowsill. When I woke up the next day, the dried fish in the basket was gone. I don't know why, but there's always a voice that tells him it's important, like being a fish handler every day.
The sun rose little by little, and the unprocessed dried fish in the shade of the back room of the hut became less and less, and the boy's movements were abrupt.
Originally, Mu Ne's eyes blinked with a little confusion, and a smart and unrestrained free look that did not belong to medieval people appeared in his eyes.
"Every time it starts with a small dried fish and ends with a small dried fish?" Wu Yu shrugged and brought the dried fish that was originally going to be put aside to his mouth and took a bite, "Mmmm, hmm, although the taste is really good." β
This time Wu Yu didn't take the initiative to enter this world, to be precise, he hadn't even had time to click on the mobile app to check the latest chapters. I just walked into the dormitory door with two sets of school uniforms that had cost me nearly a thousand academic strength this month, and I didn't wait for myself to put down the school uniform in my hand.
I could faintly hear someone shouting from a very distant distance, "Little Feather!"
After subconsciously responding, the world of witch novels, which had never been a passive output of text energy, suddenly generated a powerful suction. With a strong sense of falling, Wu Yu only had time to adjust his posture to the ground slightly, so as not to fall directly to the ground with his face and fall into darkness.
When Wu Yu came back to his senses, the school uniform in his hand had already turned into a piece of salted dried fish.
At the time, the voice sounded a little fleshy, but it didn't seem to have any malice. Besides, I have a way out now. β
Closing his eyes, as if he was born with an ability, Wu Yu, who had calmed down, felt that there was a mirror in the void that led to the real world, and he only needed to concentrate on himself to return. βββAfter all, this is a long-term deed of sale, and it seems that the legendary Trafford buyer's club is still a bit reliable, at least in the world of fiction.
Got up, picked up the dried fish that was packed in the small basket and was ready to feed the cat, "Since I finally came back again, I won't just stay in the house and scrape the dried fish." β
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When the town and Wu Yu left, not much had changed, and it was still the figure of people walking around energetically with mosaics.
The wharf a little further away has several more large ships, and the black-gray blast furnace smoke column at the other end of the town's industrial area soars into the sky, with a touching industrial punk aesthetic.
In the direction of the winding direction of the Chishui River, the town's originally barren and grassy suburbs have now been cleaned and burned down, and a large field of wheat has begun to sprout, and you can imagine what a beautiful golden wave it will be in a few months when the wheat is ripe.
And further along the lush wheat field, a tall figure with a giant sword, simply tied black behind him into a ponytail, was thoughtfully walking towards the woodland that had not yet had time to be cultivated.
"This high-resolution painting style without coding, as well as the unique big sword in the entire novel world, seems to be the ashes of the transcendent witch," although I feel that the other party is full of strength and beauty when reading the book, but at this point in time, it may be more likely that I will be slashed by a sword rashly.
Just as he was about to turn around and walk in the direction of the town's industrial area, a slender figure wearing a white hood flashed in the void in front of him, mercilessly swinging his dagger at the ashes, and the dagger reflected in the sunlight to form a dazzling trace.
Without any hesitation, the ash leaning forward with a slight force leaned forward and leaped forward. With his right hand stretched out behind him, the giant sword of about one meter five fell off the sword hanging. The whole arm flipped over while the other hand grabbed the counterweight ball and swung a horizontal slash behind him at a huge angle.
The slightly bent right knee slammed into force, and the rapid rotation of the body caused the giant sword to cut through the air and let out a low whistling sound, and the strong wind pressure drove the fine dust on the ground to roll backwards.
However, Wu Yu, who was standing a little farther away, could clearly see that before the ash giant sword was raised and swung, the hooded figure had already become blurred, leaving only an afterimage in the air. Then the figure flashed a little further away from the range of the greatsword, and while gracefully playing with the dagger in his hand, he took off his hood and combed his long golden hair, waiting for the dust to settle.
The most powerful battle witch with the ability to cross space, and also the heroine of the book - Nightingale.
Before Wu Yu could get closer, he saw from a distance that after the two of them had spoken a few words, the nightingale disappeared into thin air.
"Sure enough, the main line is untouchable and inaccessible.,The point hasn't changed.,But it's satisfying to enjoy the plot up close.γ β
At this moment, imperceptibly, a small piece of dried fish near the edge of the basket seemed to slide to the side little by little.
"Smack..."
Wu Yu was expressionless and pressed the small dried fish in the basket he was holding in his hand and trying to move outward normally, and said helplessly to the empty air in front of him.
"I said, have you been unscrupulous in taking dried fish in front of me, you big cat who steals my dried fish every day!"
"Isn't this the reward you give me every day, but I have the friends of the militia who fulfilled my promise to help you take care of you on the last battlefield. β
The air in front of him twisted slightly, and a woman with a beautiful mature face emerged from the mist, taking advantage of Wu Yu's somewhat stunned moment, and with a little force, she sucked away the small dried fish that was pressed.
With a golden curly hair sprinkled neatly like a waterfall, the bridge of the nose was high, and with a proud expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, the nightingale looked at Wu Yu and said. "Why, suddenly not afraid of the terrible witch who represents the ominous?"
"I didn't think witches were evil from the beginning, but I was still a little scared, but I thanked you more than that. Wu Yu shrugged his shoulders and generously simply loosened the basket and handed it forward.
"Well, there's nothing false about this sentence, it seems that you are indeed unique. Squinting slightly, the nightingale, who has the magic power to detect people's hearts, lowered most of his vigilance in his heart, and took the dried fish casually, "However, you suddenly want to talk to me today, not just to see me to express your gratitude." β
Originally, I really just wanted to see you in the novel up close. I was about to speak, when I suddenly ......