Chapter 109: The Invitation (Additional Chapter for the Alliance Leader: Left Xian, Right Yu - 5/5)

How does one write a novel? It is not the same as churning out web fiction that runs into the millions of words. In the realm of serious literature, the creation of a novel requires long-term accumulation and precise control. Starting with short stories is recognized by almost all mature writers as the "foundational path." This is not merely a matter of starting easy and moving to hard; it is because short-form creation fundamentally refines the core expressive capabilities essential to serious literature.

As for patting Su Hu on the shoulder, I only did it because I had the strength to back it up. Without that strength, patting Su Hu on the shoulder would be no different from tweaking a tiger’s tail—it would be nothing short of a death wish.

Zheng Haoxuan was wearing pajamas and holding a cup of hot water; he had evidently come downstairs to fetch it. As he spoke, his eyes rested silently on He Ziyi. Yet, his gaze felt like an invisible blade, plunging straight into He Ziyi’s heart. He Ziyi could not help but tremble slightly and quickly lowered his head.

I did not attain it, but I was happy once; that is enough. I do not ask for anything extravagant, just to watch him, to be able to see him every day would be enough. But now, I won’t even be able to do that. If I am to blame anyone, I blame myself for lacking the courage—the courage to speak the love hidden in my heart.

"He must be in so much pain." She was no fool; she understood the reason he was forcing himself to endure such agony.

"How could that be! Of course not. I was just wondering why you suddenly came over!" Zeng Bingbing was genuinely bewildered. Why would her child and husband be heading off on a long journey? Had her brother-in-law gone away as well?

Being married to the Prince Regent as a secondary consort was never her wish, yet now she had no choice but to accept it. Furthermore, the man in the black robe lobbied with such confidence, as if everything were unfolding exactly according to plan.

Since the enemy was acting with such deliberation, it meant that these monsters were not so easily dealt with.

That was the most unforgettable event of his life. At the time, his appearance was so hideous that he could have been mistaken for a monster.

What else could he do? He was old, after all; should he start a row and let his descendants laugh at him? Or divorce and live alone? Not to mention his family's opposition, even the village head and the clan elders would jump out to lecture him in turns.

Clearly, when the second Han brother came to deliver bread just a moment ago, he had mentioned wanting Miss Lin to return sooner.

Zhuang Yi thought to himself that the security system of the Sheng household, both inside and out, was excellent; who would dare approach the front gate of the Sheng estate with such blatant disregard?

Li Qian had spent a period of time working overtime and staying up late, running back and forth between home and the company.

Fu Yuanxiao was only a month away from giving birth. This was the first time Fu Yunting was to be a grandfather, and he was incredibly nervous every day.

Walking through this vast forest, he could only stare blankly in all directions, attempting to reconstruct in his mind the various slices, chunks, and lumps he had eaten in the past, trying to locate them.

Gu Youqing, feeling a tickle of curiosity, had no choice but to suppress it and turn back with Li Qingmu along the path they had come.

Chi Zaozao had been at A University for two days. As the semester had just begun, there were no classes, so aside from chatting and boasting with her roommates in the dorm, her main mission was to find a way to "seduce" the icy campus heartthrob, Jin Chengzhi.

After giving some instructions, Ji Bochang got up and dressed, but he was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he followed a sweet, cloying fragrance out into the courtyard, beneath the large peach tree.

This pitiful appearance should have been enough to make an ordinary man cherish her in his heart, but Gu Jingcheng did not care for her in the slightest.

The blind man understood what Wu Yi meant. After carefully recalling the past, he recounted the entire story of the Ghost Mandala as he remembered it.

After a long while, Lou Xinlan looked around at the surroundings and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Wen, there is indeed only one stalk of Orchid Heart Grass in the ring." As she spoke, she even took the solitary stalk of Orchid Heart Grass out of the ring.

At this moment, his spiritual sense fully enveloped the area, and only then did he see that he was standing on a Gobi desert. Fierce winds constantly swept across, but Mu Fan knew they were not mere winds; they were spatial blades, and they were incredibly dense here.