The whole world is God's help

Ash didn't rush to read the news about Dogu Village that Sigourney gave him.

At the beginning, he was very anxious, wishing to read through the thick materials at a glance and put them in his mind.

But after looking at it for a while, everyone in Duogu Village was fairly stable and comforted him very well.

He relaxed, like tasting a delicious but limited snack. He was reluctant to eat it in one bite, so he slowed down, and read the words on the information one by one as slowly as possible. His heart was peaceful and relaxed. satisfy.

But there is only so much information.

Even though Ash slowed down his reading speed, when night came, he still saw the last small stack of materials.

finally?

Ash opened his eyes wide, staring at the paper in his hand in a daze, the castle, the prison, the blood slave, Signy... Hey, hey, hey!

He glanced over, and the full text was printed in his mind.

What is this, what is written in this!

He was as hot as his hands, and threw the paper out all at once, his fair face flushed instantly, and it was so hot that it was about to smoke.

They are all common words he knows, but they are combined in this manuscript to form a new world that he has never been exposed to, which makes people unable to look directly at it.

His heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to pop out of his throat.

The heat on the face tended to spread to the limbs. Under the influence of the strange words, the inside of the body seemed to become a little strange, similar to the feeling when Sigourney was sucked blood.

Is this the power of words?

With reverent and curious eyes, he looked at the page he had thrown away.In fact, with his memory, he was able to memorize the above content from beginning to end, but he just couldn't pick up the paper and take another look at it.

It seems that there is an unbearable weight on it.

Only then did he vaguely realize that what he saw just now should be the essay that Yolande mentioned, which was rejected by him because it was too unpretentious.

Why do rejected papers appear here?

He subconsciously glanced down, as if he wanted to confirm whether this page had been put in by mistake.

But when he bowed his head like this, a whole article full of stuffing and meaty fragrance was printed in his eyes.

"!!!"

and also? !

Not a page that got in by mistake.

But the full version of the entire essay, is it here?

How did Yolande introduce this essay before?

——"The story of the ancient castle happened on the bed from beginning to end."

"..."

With a shake of Ash's hand, a small stack of documents was thrown away.

Scattered in all directions, like a goddess scattering flowers, the snow-white paper fluttered like a pure and innocent butterfly flapping its wings.

No one can see what kind of unfathomable filth is hidden under that pure and innocent appearance.

His mind was in a daze, and the words he read just now turned into pictures uncontrollably, occupying his brain, repeated loops, and repeated replays, making him unable to think too much.

His whole body was hot, like a boiled shrimp, he couldn't bear it anymore, he crawled into his bed in a daze, rolled himself up with the quilt, and planned to try his best to fall asleep, and when he fell asleep, he would be able to clear his mind of random thoughts up!

……

Sigourney wandered around the library until late at night, guessing that Ash had almost finished reading the information on Dogu Village, and then returned to the room without a sound.

The lights in the room were still on, but Ash was already lying on the bed, curled up in a ball and asleep.

Why don't you turn off the lights?

Sigourney thought casually, looking across the room, and saw a conspicuous pile of messy and scattered papers on the ground.

He raised his eyebrows, only to think that Ash was too excited to see the news of Duogu Village, and knocked the information to the ground.

I wanted to turn a blind eye and ignore it, but after thinking about it carefully, after living with Ash, the cleanliness of the room has obviously improved several steps under Ash's maintenance.

Sometimes, shouldn't he also contribute a little bit?

Just pick up the scraps of paper.

In case the kid wakes up tomorrow and sees the information about Duogu Village being lost all over the place by himself, he will reflect on himself dejectedly.

He stopped and was about to step over the long legs of the pieces of paper, stood firmly beside him, and bent down to pick up the pieces of paper one by one.

After picking up a few pages, his movements suddenly became stiff.

Wait, is this information from Duogu Village?

Castle?Blood slave?

Him and Ash?

"!!!"

These are all messy and unsightly things!

The air around Sigourney was surging, and in the blink of an eye, the pieces of paper in his hand and on the ground were instantly annihilated, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

There was only a handwritten note, which Signy let go, lying alone on the floor.

He picked it up and looked at the two lines of beautiful small characters on it.

"The latest information on Duogu Village has been sent, and a free essay with beautiful writing and a full story is attached, and I will share it with you ^^"

Sigourney had no expression on her face, she held the note in her hand, and said every word: "You, Lan, De!"

The note was wiped out in ashes and smoke, and there was no body left.

"Ah!" A certain daily editor-in-chief who quietly went to the Broken River Plain to expand his business, wearing a lady's long dress, sneezed gracefully with his face covered by a fan.

In front of him was a thick stack of brand new essays.

At this time, he took out an essay from it and praised: "This article is very inspirational. Ash and his little wife went back to their hometown to visit relatives. The plot is simple but the concept is novel and the writing is delicate and well-measured. Pull the lights and pull the lights, and don’t engage in those eighteen prohibitions—you don’t need to delete and edit, and the next issue of the daily newspaper will use this draft for the essay section. Well, let me see, which author is this?”

"Lava Devil's girlfriend? A name I haven't seen before. Newcomer?" He murmured, "It seems to have great potential."

He ordered: "In the future, there will be contributions from this author, so pay more attention. If there is potential, you might as well absorb it into our editorial department."

The subordinates remembered: "Okay, editor-in-chief Yolande!"

……

The third wizard tower, in the room shared by Signy and Ash.

Sigourney stood beside Ash's bed, lowering her eyes with complicated eyes.

After he got angry, he quickly realized that Ash should have seen it.

The reason why papers were scattered on the ground was also because Ash saw it.

Uh... see, what should I do?

No, more importantly, the information was given to Ash by himself, and Ash saw this kind of manuscript in it...

Sigourney's face was ugly, wouldn't the brat think it was the manuscript he wanted from Yolande, right?

With a dark face, the vampire shaved Yolande bald in his mind, how should he explain it now?

I'm a little anxious and annoyed, I shouldn't have destroyed the little note just now, it's the best evidence to prove my innocence!

Wait, why is he explaining?

He clicked his tongue irritably, his eyes fell on Ash's sleeping face threateningly like a knife, and lowered his voice: "Let me clear my mind and stop thinking wildly! If you dare to misunderstand anything..."

Before he finished speaking, Ash in his sleep seemed to hear his deep and pleasant voice, his face flushed, he squirmed in the quilt roll, and made a thin, sticky nasal sound.

"Sigourney..." The boy showed a dimple on one side, and his voice was vague and hoarse in his sleep.

Sigourney paused, as if a small animal had scratched her heart hard.

After glancing at the text just a few times, it suddenly danced lively in his mind, full of sense of existence.

"..."

He turned around, strode onto his own bed, fell down straight, and turned off the light.

He didn't want to know at all what Ash was dreaming about right now.

I don't want to know what is going on in the back of my mind.

Essays are toxic.

Ash is poisonous.

It must be so!