I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

And Yakumo Zi's doubts arose again.

Who is she?

Some vague memories of seeing her before telling Yakumo Zi about himself, just before opening with Reimu.

But why do I still have such doubts.

what happened?

The thought was interrupted in the next second, just because Sakura had already come in front of Yakumo Zi.

Sakura's slender index finger lightly touched Yakumozi's brow.

That movement seemed gentle, but in Yakumo Zi's senses, it seemed that a huge meteorite was falling towards her.

At that moment, the moment of fingering, the meteorite also fell, and a magnificent explosion was born in Yakumo Zi's consciousness.

With wide-open eyes, the originally agile gaze gradually became dull, and then lost its color.

With a limp body, Yakumo Zi, whose consciousness was plunged into darkness, couldn't control her body at all, and she fell into Sakura's arms.

"It's really fun."

Sakura smiled lightly, hugging that boneless waist.

Just now, she had a collision with that existence.

I wanted to catch him directly, but I didn't expect that the other party would be extra vigilant and directly destroy part of the power that he had entrusted to Yakumo Zi.

The clue seems to be interrupted, but the thread has come to Sakura's hands.

She can be more sure that the other party is now a person, in this world, and is extremely special in nature.

In the short contact, she felt the strong power of rules.

And that power is connected to this world.

In this way, some things can be explained clearly.

For example, why does this world have so much power of rules.

It's because of that existence.

It really makes people wonder what your real face is.

Although she had lost something, it was clear that she had gained more.

"Woe, let's go."

Sakura came to Fu Lingmeng, and the hand on her shoulder repaired the incomplete clothes on her body.

With a flash of sparks, the space door has opened in front of him.

The coffee shop was completely silent.

The waiters who were sleeping peacefully at the front desk slowly opened their eyes at this moment.

With dazed faces, they looked at the empty coffee shop in front of them with doubts on their faces.

Where did the guests go?

And those cameras that were placed in the corners were all out of order on this day.

.................................................. ...

The slightly sad dusk replaced the original blue sky, and then night fell quietly, casting darkness on a corner of the world.

People turned on bright lights and gained light in the darkness.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's home.

In her bedroom, the girl's hands kept tapping on the notebook in front of her.

His index finger kept typing on the keyboard quickly.

The characters one by one are like sentences describing the sprouts after the rain, sticking their heads out of the ground one after another.

It's just that Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu knocked on the sweet and sour words that flowed with love, not the tender buds that symbolized the new life in secret.

Suddenly, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu stopped.

It's over, it's over.

From back to now, the never-ending train of thought ends at this moment.

Not disappearing, just because the story needs to end here.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu leaned against the chair with a dull expression.

She stared blankly at the number on the document, a total of 16 words.

It completely surpassed the total word count of her previous two light novels.

The word count of a light novel is about 11 to [-], and if it is more, it is between [-] and [-].

The latter is relatively rare, and the former can be said to be the mainstream of light novels now.

But now I did it myself.

And still within a day!

16 words a day! ! !

How did you do it yourself?

Obviously it was made by myself, but Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu only felt dreamy,

She didn't think about it that much when she was typing, all she thought was to fully realize the story in her mind!

And when everything stopped, what was in front of her was such a miracle!

And strictly speaking no day at all!

Only a few hours!

She came home at three o'clock, and the current time is 4:[-].

It took about five hours to create a word count of 16!

Is this really what I did?

Raising his hand, a strong sense of powerlessness and soreness rushed to his heart.

That strong feeling was telling her that this was real, not fake!

This is not a dream, but something that actually happened.

That cup of coffee is real too!

I really succeeded!

The strong mood broke the weakness in her body, she waved her hands excitedly, completely ignoring the pain in her hands at the moment,

Fortunately, she wasn't so excited to hit the wall, otherwise something serious would happen.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu calmed herself down, but the excited heart could not be cooled down so easily.

She let herself sit back in the chair and quickly read the story on the document.

Full of poetry and beauty, it is simply not comparable to the previous self.

Tears flowed in the eyes, falling with a full stop.

But everything has reached the end, and the story belonging to this chapter is over.

Even though the story has already surfaced in his mind, at this moment, looking at the story he wrote, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu couldn't help but burst into tears.

What kind of story is a good story.

Countless people can give countless answers, but most people agree on one principle.

A story that resonates and touches people's hearts is a good story.

Stories don't have to be sad enough to bring tears to their eyes, nor do they need to be fanciful.

The requirements for a good story are uncomplicated, but never simple.

But now, she has done it, she Xiazhiqiu Shiyu has done it.

Compared with the story I wrote at this moment, the previous she was just a piece of trash, a fool who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth!

No!

I want to rewrite!

Write the stories of the first two volumes backwards!

She can't let the stupid stories she wrote in the past stain this light novel!

But she still needs to get editorial support before that!

Looking at her own work in front of her, Kasumigaoka Shiyu believed that weaving would agree with her.

The hand holding the mouse is trembling because of the tired muscles and trembling heart.

Fate changed again, and the whole that was tried to restore became chaotic again.

Complicated emotions, powerless roars, the existence hidden behind the scenes took out their sharp minions.

180 Five, Princess Huiye

Fate changed again.

Looking at the night sky outside the window, Sakura raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

It's in a hurry.

Sakura could feel that the space of the world was fluctuating.

The mystery that has been suppressed by the world has been loosened for a long time.

In order to deal with her existence, is that guy going to change the original rules of this world and restore the Age of Gods?

interesting idea but

Also stupid.

But this confirmed one of her conjectures.

The unknown existence is not easy to deal with now, and its relationship with this world has reached a critical moment, otherwise there is no need to be so troublesome.

Even if she cannot be found directly, there are other ways.

As far as the result is concerned, it is the easiest and best way to find her directly.

But the other party didn't do this, and this can already explain some problems.

And the scope can be narrowed again.

Should it be a curse?

This neon is really full of disasters.

That guy is in this country.

Sakura fluctuated the invisible thread, and everything outside of this country was cut by her power.

Great, now it's the battle of the trapped beasts.

But relax a little bit, after all, that guy can already be said to exist in this world, and her actions are just an extra layer of insurance. There are still ways to leave, but doing so means voluntarily exposing, and then she can abandon the current situation. Some plans are directly shot.

The curtain was pulled down, and an arm stretched out from behind to wrap her neck tightly.

The softness and tenderness clung to Sakura's back.

"Mother."

Like a coquettish cat, with a bit of laziness, gently scratching the heartstrings.

An orchid-like aroma spreads in the air.

That's the taste of Egil.

"What's wrong?"