At night, the room he had been to before, as before, smelled of lavender, which was also the smell of old pages on the table.

However, it was darker than before, and it was shivering cold.

Because of the eerie horror, the door that even the servants would not want to open was her secret room.

Bookshelves occupy two walls, floors, and beds are densely packed with books, and the only thing that can accommodate is the floor under the windowsill.

A woman in a cyan aristocratic dress, after she opened the door, turned on the lamp on the table, making the room a little brighter.

With a smile, he put the cyan tea bottle and a set of tea sets on the floor.

"There's rose black tea in the teapot, so I'll go to sleep, you can take your time."

"Good night."

Tilting her head like a child, she closed the door and left.

The sound of clattering Martin boots faded away.

Why did you come here? It seems that Weiyang is going to worry about it again.

Even I don't know what happened, but after saying that good night to Weiyang, I was caught by something pitch black.

It's unusually similar to the feeling of her novels that I casually glimpse.

As if to reject everything, the person wrapped in the warm but noble air, the feeling of awe, curiosity and inability to look away from her.

A paralyzing, heartbeat-pounding, incredible sensation.

He opened the kettle, poured the hot water from the thermos into it, took a sip of rose tea, his body warmed up all of a sudden, opened a book and began to read.

Plop, plop, be amazed by what is in front of you.

The words are like the sand of the seabed, and they are neatly arranged together.

There is no superfluous decoration in this hand-bound book, but the handwriting on it is infinitely beautiful cyan luster, and the stories and moods inside are truly displayed in front of you as if you have caught people in them.

As the reading progressed, my throat was thirsty, but the room gradually warmed up, and some sweat oozed unconsciously, but the consciousness was already in the clouds.

Because the darkness and fear that wells up in my heart is overwhelming.

The story woven by the glittering words is the love-hate story of a woman and a magician couple.

The protagonist of the story is a female novelist named Pflau, and there is also a character called ......

[I have finished reading the latest chapter]

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"Qingyi, I didn't say you, I also want to send you a blade when I see this."

At seven o'clock in the morning on March 5, in Kiyoichi's room.

Slime sat on the bed and slid his phone with the tentacles he had pinched out of his body, and shook his head helplessly after Qingyi's broken "Witch Novelist".

It's Monday, and Weiyang went to school after staying up late last night to draw out the drawings, and commissioned a craftsman workshop to start processing, and he can probably pick it up in the evening.

This body will definitely cause a lot of trouble when going to school, so Xia Han has to stay in his sister's room and wonder if there is anything else to do. My sister decisively asked for leave and didn't go to school today.

"Brother, you don't know how to write, there are people who are seated in the right seat," Qingyi, who was sitting on the chair, took a sip of tea and turned around, "The male protagonist in the story is very similar to you, didn't you notice?" ”

The male owner of the mansion, the kind of person who stubbornly wants everything around him to run in order, is helpless against this witch novelist, and her room slowly becomes a forbidden place, and once the story she writes is named, that person will be enchanted into the story.

"In the end, I was going to write the man into the book by the witch, and then he would never come out again." Kiyoichi took a sip of flower tea.

"Are you so black-bellied?"

"But if it's really my brother, maybe I won't be able to do it, so I'll put it there."

Is that why you cut off?

"Do I have to thank you?"

"Brother!" Seiichi suddenly became serious, "I'm going to be a good writer!" I wanted to write very real and real stories, and the reader didn't have to do anything, all that was left was to go into the world. ”

"And then you can't get out?" The slime glanced at Kiyoichi with drooping eyelids.

The little foot in the black cotton socks immediately kicked over.

Help me!

Bobobo, the slime bounced several times on the wall like a leather ball, and finally landed in his sister's arms.

"Why, do you really want to hide magic from me? What did you and Sister Weiyang do without me knowing? ”

Hearing this, Xia Han had an illusion at the moment.

He thinks that his sister is delusional again, and his sister must feel that his book writes that there is magic in this world, and then there is magic in this world.

"You're thinking too much."

"But you were written as a magician."

"Ahem, as a magician, a partner must be needed, living and dying together, and Weiyang and I, who are bound together by powerful karma (no), there is no such relationship between men and women between us, do you understand, sister?"

That kind of thing that will affect the battle, uncertain, troublesome, I and Weiyang don't need it.

Not to mention that she would go abroad, and I would choose to experience Muggle life for a few years.

Just to fulfill each other's goals, I will inherit my father's business and become the vice president of the Magic Association in my thirties, and she will focus on cultivation until she becomes a great magician of the wind system and fulfills the dream of the Xu family's ancestors.

Because the interests of the goal are temporarily the same, it becomes a brother and sister relationship, and this is enough.

What's more, with Weiyang's appearance, there is no shortage of people to pursue her, and if she goes abroad, she will meet more reliable men in the magic world.

But only Xia Han can't be that kind of object.

"So, Ah Kiyoichi, to have this impure thought, is to desecrate the profession of magic, and the relationship between us is pure and certain."

But the setting, situation and reality in the story overlap too much, and even Xia Han himself thinks that it is a true story.

But how much is true and how much is false, or is it entirely the creation of the writer's poetry? I can't tell.

It's like there's a writer in a novel, she's writing a novel, and then there's a writer in the novel she's writing, and that writer is also writing a novel......

This matryoshka story structure is going to be dizzying, right?

But my sister's clever writing, anti-routines, and unpredictable plot arrangement are really attractive to watch.

Fortunately, I still have something to do.

"Don't get into the horns of the bull, Qingyi, then again, you write yours today, don't write the content of the enchantment."

The slime broke free from Kiyoichi's arms and jumped back on the bed.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Kiyoichi suddenly goes over to catch the slime in dissatisfaction.

"I haven't thought about it yet, do you have any ideas?" The slime keeps dodging.

"Brother, why don't you use it as a mouse pad for me?" Kiyoichi laughed badly, and then prepared a pounce with both hands in a scratching position.

“……”

"It's warm, don't you think?"

"Okay, don't make trouble, I'm going to investigate this guy named Soichiro, you can dial a number for me."

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After dialing the phone, Xia Han heard something that sent chills down his spine.

"Soichiro, aren't you dead?"