Yuanshin: A big gift every week

Drank the tea on the table.

Then I told the three women that I would strive to finish writing the second book in these two days.

"The second book? It takes two days to finish? So soon?"

"It's just 10,000+ words, don't I still have this magic pen?"

Feng Qing took out the pen from the space and shook it in his hand.

"Isn't that pen for drawing?"

"Since you can draw, you should be able to write, right?"

Feng Qing actually doesn't know what will happen when writing with this pen.

"So, Feng Qing, you wrote it with a test mentality? Wouldn't it be too dangerous?"

Ying frowned, she was worried about Feng Qing's safety.

She didn't notice the puzzlement on little Paimon's face, and wondered what these two people were talking about that she didn't know.

.......ask for flowers oooo

She sat quietly on the sofa, listening to what the two said, hoping to learn something from it.

It's just that after Feng Qing said don't worry, he went back to the room, followed by a worried Ying, and closed the door

in the room.

Feng Qing sat in front of the desk, and Ying sat beside the bed, with a sword on his waist at some point.

"Don't be nervous, this pen hasn't brought us any danger yet, has it?"

"Certain precautions are still necessary."

It can be seen that Ying's body is tense, as if she is extremely afraid of this pen.

Feng Qing stopped talking, he took out the paper, conceived a little, and wrote a sentence at the beginning:

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck only finds the poor.

Lisa likes books on history and magic, and Feng Qing doesn't know much about it, but he will write a book out of nowhere.

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Use this pen to write specious words.

It seems to be right, and it seems not to be right.But it can hit people's hearts.

Then write some strange witchcraft and knowledge, such as: black dog blood to ward off evil spirits, collecting morning dew to wash eyes, dancing strange dances, the generation of ghosts, how to stir up the malice of human nature, how to deal with ghosts and so on.

The more he writes, the more smoothly he writes, and the more he writes, the more realistic he feels.

Ying's gaze never left the pen and the few pieces of paper in Feng Qing's hand.

Gradually she began to relax, and she found that she was too sensitive.

It may be that she cared too much about Feng Qing, and didn't want him to encounter any danger, let alone lose him.

"Have you finished writing? I think the events you wrote seem to be true."

"Maybe, when I write these things, I always feel like a gods help, but after I wrote a sentence, I kept writing and never stopped."

Feng Qing pushed the pen cap back and stretched.

"I wrote so many words without realizing it."

Put your hands on the center of your brows and organize your thoughts.

"Do you mean this pen is helping you write?"

"It's very possible, maybe these things are real."

"Then do you want to publish it?"

"Yes, of course."

After Feng Qing finished writing, he had a guess: "Will the things written with this pen become reality, or in other words, these things existed in the first place. This book is an opportunity, a proof.

Anyway, since it has already been written, it is not a good thing to hide it.

Extra episode 196:

Feng Qing: I still admire people who use slime to cook.

Ying: Isn’t it delicious to use slime as a seasoning?Like jelly.

Feng Qing: The problem is that it has tried its best not to be eaten by humans.

Ying: What’s the matter, I believe that even succulent plants can be made into delicious knives by wise people.

Chapter 190 Seven: The price of Mond City is too expensive (please ask for tickets and flowers)

Feng Qing tidied up the manuscript, put it in the drawer, threw the pen into the space, turned the chair, and looked at her sitting beside her.

Ying has long been familiar with Fengqing's tricks,

It's just that she doesn't quite understand why Feng Qing looks at her suddenly.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Feng Qing leaned forward and interrupted her words with practical actions.

People, after finishing the heavy work, once they calm down, they will think about things and want an outlet to vent their pressure.

It just so happens that Feng Qing also has a key.

It's been a long time.

It was late at night, and when Noelle and Paimon had already fallen asleep, the two had just finished.

And because they consumed too much, Feng Qing and Ying just said good night to each other, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Early in the morning, Feng Qing woke up from the noise of birds chirping on the window sill.

With sleepy eyes, he tried the bed with his left hand, but it was empty.

It seems that Ying still couldn't get over the "[-]" hurdle in his heart, and left before he woke up.

Feng Qing also wiped his forehead, he must have been pecked by Ying, otherwise it would be impossible to have a strange and blissful feeling.

"Not bad."

Get up, wash up, open the window sill, and do the things you do every day mechanically.

As soon as Feng Qing stepped out of the door of the room, he could smell the sweet and sour smell in the living room.

It just so happens that he is very hungry now.

I went straight into the kitchen and saw Ying making fried radish balls with tongs. The sweet and sour taste is definitely not this

"You're awake, it's too early, Noelle hasn't woken up yet."

"It's not because you disappeared, I came out to look for you in a hurry."

Feng Qing continued to look for the sweet and sour dishes.

"You really hate it."

Pouting her mouth, Ying made a gesture to punch Feng Qing with a small fist, but then she put down her hand again.

Still reluctant.

"You've been looking around since the beginning, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for this sweet and sour dish, today I suddenly want to eat sour."

"Oh, so you were looking for that one."

Ying suddenly realized, and then took out a pot of jelly from the cabinet.

"this is?"

"This is the recipe I bought from the Deer Hunter restaurant. It's mint jelly, and I added some falling berries, and it's cooling down."

"It turned out to be a recipe."

Feng Qing, who is proficient in advanced culinary skills, tapped his head lightly, and then he remembered that there are still many recipes to be discovered in this world.

"Can I see the recipe?"

Feng Qing can know how to make it just by looking at the recipe, and he is proficient in one pass.

"Of course, we have such a good relationship after all, but we have to have breakfast first, aren't you hungry?"

Ying looked at Fengqing suspiciously, as if she was saying that I have worked so hard to cook so many delicious food, but you are not hungry.

"Of course I'm hungry, very hungry."

After a while, Feng Qing and Ying settled their first meal after waking up in the kitchen.

"I'm full, I've saved some for Noelle and Paimon, Fengqing, you can eat more."

Feng Qing, who was eating, shook her head,

"No, the food is enough. I'm going to send the manuscript to Miss Lisa later. What about you?"

"Me? For me, wake up Paimon and Noelle, continue to go to the Adventurer's Association to receive some commissions, and earn some money for Mora."

"Huh? When did you run out of money?"

Feng Qing, who has a lot of money, has never cared too much about money.

"It's not that I'm short of money, but I'm afraid that the price of Liyue's products is too expensive. If I can make a little money, I guess."

Ying sighed.

It was only after I settled in Mond that I realized that the prices of commodities were so inflated.

Obviously she thought she was a rich woman at first.

As a result, food requires money, materials require money, alchemy requires money, and maintenance of one's own sword also requires money.

Not only that, she found that people in Mond City like to rip off customers.

A radish is so expensive.

A bottle of holy water from Qingquan Town +1 is the price of a luxury item and so on.

"Well, if you want Mora, I can draw it."

"It seems feasible to say so. It's just that I want to get it with my own hands..."

"Ah, I'm not talking about you. I'm not opposed to painting Mora. I just want to enrich my talents."

Feng Qing waved his hand, expressing that he did not blame her.

"Hey, you guys are already awake, it's only... seven o'clock in the morning?"

The door of another room was opened,

The one who walked out was Noelle with roses on her head.

"Good morning, Noelle."

The two greeted her with smiles on their faces.

The other party also responded politely and gracefully.

"Come over and have breakfast, the two of us have already eaten."

Ying is calling her.

And Feng Qing put down his chopsticks at this time, and told Noelle about his purpose of going out.

"Be careful on the road, master."

Noelle put her hands on the apron, her shoulders slightly lowered...

The sound of the master's call was windy and numb for a while.

He took a few more glances at the elegant Noelle and the stretched Ying.

The next thing is easy,

He took out the manuscript from the room, and stepped out of the house under the eyes of the two girls full of love.