It was already late at night when he returned to the mansion, and after returning to Shaojun, Xia Han found that his face was ruddy and seemed to be very happy, so he didn't say anything more.

After Seiichi closed the door, he suddenly stood motionless, silently looking around his room, but felt that his steps were a little difficult. Thoughts drift away.

Frankly speaking, since there is only one chapter, the memories of Seiichi, Jill, and Talia are only fragments of the independent world line twenty years later, and it would be too much to think about what kind of business empire you are trying to build in this world with your Potions knowledge and business skills.

Even so, whether it is the future of a family, the future of a pharmaceutical tycoon, or the future of a stay-at-home wife, it is still unclear which of these possibilities is her own answer.

Thinking about such an inconsequential matter, Kiyoichi walked over to the desk and turned on the lamp and computer.

Listening to the buzzing sound, finally returning to the familiar feeling.

Put on her hat and silently open the writing software, Duoduo in the corner raised her head to look at her master, Qingyi glanced back, the brim of the hat cast a lonely shadow on her face, and the strong-willed eyes and slanted shoulders that seemed to have little strength were particularly suitable for this late night.

Before today's task begins, open the background and take stock of how many books you have pounced on so far.

Break:

"Dark Princess Karin" 70,000 words, fantasy, 2017.7

"My Sister is the Lich King" 90,000 words, Fantasy, 2017.8

"Ghoul Girl" 110,000 words, fantasy, 2017.9

"The Violent Aesthetics of the Dead Female Knight", 200,000 words, Fantasy, 2017.10-2017.11

"The Bad Girl of the Academy of Magic" 60,000 words, Fantasy, 2017.12

"Knights of the Cats" 120,000 words, second dimension, 2018.1

"My Demon is Brother" 110,000 words, second dimension, 2018.2

"The Disappearance of Childhood Sweethearts" 20,000 words, Urban, 2019.2

"The Witch Pharmacist of Rebirth" 10,000 words, female frequency words, 2019.2

By the way, another five were blocked for some reason.

Ended:

"The Witch's Family" 200,000 words, fantasy, 3000 collections, 2017.5-2018.12.

"I Really Became a Slime" 90,000 words, two-dimensional, 1500 collections, 2018.3.

"No One Survived" 80,000 words, supernatural, 600 collection, 2018.3.

"Zero Ding Dependence" 250,000 words, female frequency Xianyan, 2018.3-2018.4, 2500 collections, all ordered 14.

Serializing:

"The Otherworldly Adventure of the Street Fighter" (formerly known as "Qingyi's Adventure in Another World") 1.6 million words, two-dimensional, 2018.4-present, 7600 collections, all 180.

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After taking inventory, he raised his head and exhaled a long breath out the window. Even late at night, you can see the constant flow of people and vehicles at the intersection.

Then again, why did it hit the streets. Looking back at every book in the past at the present point in time, Qingyi can point out the problem with a sharp point.

The single protagonist avoids group portraits, main lines, a sense of expectation, twists and turns, more narrative and less preaching, stepping on people and slapping faces, and being cool...... Now she can say all the terminology routines casually, and any time she opens a new book and writes according to the routine, she will achieve better results than any of the previous ones.

Or it would be better to let the time start all over again, but what is time?

That kind of thing is probably the same as magic, because for ordinary people, memories are the result of the precipitation of time, and for Qingyi, it doesn't matter if memories or words, everything is her magic.

But if time doesn't exist, then the flow of magic doesn't make any sense. So, is it possible to use magic to turn back time?

Qing raised his head and asked quietly into the night sky.

These doubts all stem from today's terrible experience.

What really happened today? Why do I have London in my memory? He took out his passport from the drawer, and there were indeed only records of a few neighboring countries on it.

What does the past mean to us? How to choose in the future? This is the contradiction that we are facing, and this is the root of all our troubles.

The perfect world has just the right amount of dynamic equilibrium, and the overlap of time and space is never disorienting, and even if there are a few tens of thousands of mistakes, memories can be mercilessly tampered with.

The boundaries of time and space imprison us like chains, deviance will only lead to death, and arbitrary choice will only make everything wasted, whether it is the passing time or the memory of death, because of the hesitation of the moment.

As an awakened witch, I've grown to reach any point in the timeline without constraints, but it's only a miracle of feudalism, ignorance, and conformity. Looking out the window at the crossroads, I don't know if it's a relationship between time and quietly reversing, the car lights that Qingyi's eyes see leave an afterimage, slowly converging into a red ribbon of light, dancing in the crowd that passes through these ribbons, under this land, there are powerful spiritual veins that belong to ancient times, and in ancient times, they were just objects of sacrifice and prayer from people when they woke up. The bodies and spirits of these victims groaned across the earth, turning into magic to answer the witches' calls and cause various miracles.

Even so, the world is still running in a way that has nothing to do with me.

So, why am I coming back? Back in time? Back to this room?

Or rather.

The memory of London is not mine.

I actually love jeans and jackets more than blue dresses and martin boots.

Even if it's rose tea, I'll add an extra rock sugar.

What I did inadvertently was just some kind of inheritance. Generations of witch families have been passed down like this.

Opening the window slightly, the summer night wind made her short hair flutter with it, and these messages swirled in Qingyi's mind with a soft voice, and it was impossible to tell whether it was true or false.

Although these words were the first time he had heard them in earnest, there was no doubt that he had sensed the true meaning of the Sage's Hat.

It's not so much about disconnecting her from the world as it is about allowing her to truly listen to herself.

I'm a witch, but it's more of a home.

Although it is still in a state of hitting the street from the first book to the present, this ability to insist on hitting the street is also valuable, and Qingyi only deeply felt at this moment that he really admired himself.

Not only that, except for Shao Jun who wrote the structure and setting for her, no one else has talked to her about the plot so far, no one has given her much advice on story structure and writing skills, no professional training and guidance, she only keeps writing every day, trying to ask everyone around her what they think of her work, the other party answers casually, but she listens carefully, tries to make continuous improvements, and keeps looking for hope on this road full of despair.

Unconsciously smiled at the night sky, even if she looked back at this unbearable, she would not choose to cry, but calmly came to the answer.

Meaningless time, meaningless luck. Even if I have witnessed the killing and love and hate, it will not stop what I do every day.

The speaker sounded "Brown-Haired Girl" again, and Qingyi hung his slender hands above the keyboard and smiled faintly at the screen.

"Isn't it 10,000 words?"

[Meaningless time] ends