Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 110 Hawthorn Feast

Hearing Mr. Li's astonished exclamation, Zhu Wuyao calmly ate the dried fruit.

It's just that the protagonist dies at the beginning, right?

It's good to have such a good reputation. Usually when I come to Mohen Bookstore, they only serve me a pot of tea, but today they even served me a plate of dried fruit.

She thought Mr. Li was the kind of person who could not be subdued by force, but she never expected that he would also bend over backwards to see a new storybook.

Manager Li had no idea what she was thinking.

He was now bewildered and shocked. Ming Chi was supposed to be the main character... how come he was gone at the very beginning?

Until the moment he said "She's dead," Li Fuwei thought there would be a turning point.

Who would have thought that the protagonist would actually die in this story?

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Zhu Wuyao asked with some confusion:

"Mr. Li, why aren't you reading further?"

One more page?!

Upon hearing Zhu Wuyao's reminder, Li Fuwei quickly flipped through the pages and indeed saw Ming Chi—had he been saved?

Something seems wrong.

When Mingchi opened her eyes, she was a little confused. She looked around and slowly opened her eyes wide. This was... this was her and her sister's home!

Before she entered the Hundred Virtues Gate, she and her sister lived here!

Are they hallucinations that occur before a person dies?

Ming Chi slowly sat up. She didn't sense any spiritual power, but she felt exceptionally relaxed. Before, the flames of ignorance were always burning, scorching her all over. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, just like an ordinary person.

She forcibly separated the flames of innocence and quelled the Crimson Flame Sea, but she had to endure excruciating pain in her meridians day and night.

With a creak, the door opened.

Mingchi's vision was a little blurry, and she murmured, "Sister."

The demon that unleashed a raging inferno sat obediently by the bedside, being fed a hawthorn by her sister.

She took a bite of the hawthorn, but suddenly froze.

This... isn't an illusion? Has she traveled back three hundred years?

The hawthorns were so sour they made my teeth ache, and Mingchi's vision was blurred with tears. He heard Mingwan's panicked, speechless voice in his ears:

"How could you actually eat it? It's so sour it made me want to cry, and you still swallowed it?"

Mingchi hugged her sister tightly, swallowing the hawthorn whole, choking back tears and laughter.

"Sister, the hawthorns are so sour..."

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Manager Li sniffed, and his eyes started to sting.

This child has truly suffered. Such an obedient and innocent child was ultimately forced to sacrifice himself for revenge. How long must he have endured this injustice?

He can't recall at all the arrogant and madman Ming Chi who single-handedly fought against the world.

The poor child who only had eyes for this and would cry in her sister's arms, saying that the hawthorn was so sour.

The fault doesn't lie with her, it's the whole world!

Li Fuwei learned unconventional slang without a teacher.

He sighed repeatedly, sometimes feeling indignant for her, sometimes feeling wronged for her, and even wanting to throw himself into someone's arms and cry.

So many years of loneliness, so many misunderstandings, all seem to be condensed in that one hawthorn that makes your teeth ache with sourness.

This time, she really needs to protect herself and tomorrow night!

Li Fuwei raised his head and glanced at Zhu Wuyao, who was stuffing dried fruit into her mouth. This person has no heart!

How could she possibly eat that?!

Next time, he absolutely will not bring out dried fruit again! No, he will replace it all with hawthorn.

Zhu Wuyao was taken aback when she saw Mr. Li's resentful look. She hesitated for a moment, then put the dried fruit in her mouth and chewed it.

Is her writing bad? Or is it because she ate too much?

Surely they don't have to be that stingy...

"Mr. Li, what do you think of my book? Is it alright?"

Li Fuwei nodded solemnly.

"Well written."

"Then why do you have that expression..."

"I plan to hold a hawthorn banquet to release Mr. Speechless's new storybook."

"what?"

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then nodded.

good idea!

If I could just link Mingchi to sour hawthorns, wouldn't that create a character? Sigh, it's a pity I've been too busy lately, otherwise I would definitely buy more hawthorns, package them up, and make a fortune.

What a pity, what a pity!

However, this promotional method is very good, especially in terms of the prestige it gives. A hawthorn banquet was even specially held for Mr. Wuyu's new book.

If I have time, I must come and see for myself.

"Mr. Li, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Don't forget to read the other storybook too."

After saying that, she took the complete copy of "Sword Immortal Master" that Mr. Li had bound for her, carefully wrapped it up, and put the two volumes into her storage bag.

Off to buy oranges.

From the Ink Trace Bookstore behind him came a series of "hehehe" laughs, as if Li Fuwei had remembered something happy.

He put away the storybook, concealing any trace of someone having been there, and gave the order:

"Xiao Li, go and buy about a hundred pounds of hawthorns, but don't get the ones that aren't sour."

"And that Xiao Wang, go and put up a sign saying that in ten days Mr. Wuyu's new novel will be released, and Mohen Bookstore will be holding a banquet to invite all friends to enjoy it together."

As Zhu Wuyao and Hua Yingting embarked on their journey back to the mountain gate, news of Mr. Wuyu's upcoming new storybook spread throughout Beixuan.

This time, Li Fuwei spared no effort in promoting his policies.

He seemed to have transformed into a promotion fanatic, putting all his effort into introducing Ming Chi to everyone.

Youdao's fans couldn't sleep all night because of this, Mr. Wuyu has released a new book, and Youdao is still silent...

Could it be that the legend has truly vanished without a trace?

Mr. Silent's fans partied all night long, their backs straightened, their backs no longer ached, and even the back of their heads that had been slapped by their parents no longer hurt.

"Come on, let's have another drink!"

"Zhou Zhi just finished its story, and Mr. Wuyu has started a new book. Hahaha, that's great!"

"Sword Immortal Master is truly amazing. Zhou Zhi has had many adventures along the way, but in the end, what protected his life was not these adventures, but his parents' belongings. Alas!"

"Upon closer examination, this could be considered a miraculous encounter, but when I read this part, I wished I hadn't had it."

"Yes, if Zhou Zhi could have been a carefree young swordsman with his parents safe and sound, why would he have embarked on the path of cultivation and become a new generation of sword immortal?"

"Hardship forges sword immortals, but the characters in the story would probably rather be chivalrous knights riding horses in the spring breeze."

"If I have a place to settle down, how can I wield a sword and inquire about the path to immortality!"

"Stop talking, stop talking... Waaah, I can't take it anymore..."

……

Tonight, Mr. Speechless has become a hot topic. No matter how many imitators there are, their combined popularity cannot match that of Mr. Speechless.

Seats were in high demand at the review banquet for the new storybook.

Manager Li isn't afraid of being speechless and unable to handle this fame. With her new storybook, she has pioneered a new category, which will surely set off an even hotter trend.

Readers who were previously worried that Mr. Silent would follow the same old path and run out of ideas, let's wait and see.

After seeing off the new guest, he picked a hawthorn.

So sour!

When the judging banquet arrives, each person will be given one, and it will be so sour that it will cause toothache. Guess what?

They should thank me!