The Stunning Witch Travels to Another World

An article I wrote in my sophomore year was revised into a radio version. After some thought, I decided to publish the original version. I wish you all find happiness. I have imagined my life a few years from now. I imagine that I will meet someone at a certain moment in a certain year and month, and when I look back, I will hear the sound of flowers blooming in my heart. Imagine that we will get married and start a family together. Our family may not be rich, but it must be very warm. Imagine that we may have a small house, but there is plenty of sunshine, beige curtains on the sunny windows, and small potted plants, tiger's tongue, coleus or asparagus on the windowsill. Imagine that we will have a big study room with bookshelves filled with books. The part that belongs to him is deep and heavy, and the part that belongs to me is warm and fresh. Long spider plants hang down from the top of the shelf, and the flowers' thoughts are hidden in the books. Imagine that we will have a warm and lovely bedroom. The space does not need to be very big, but it must have a big bed. The bed should be very soft. The sheets and pillows are light purple, with lace around them. When the sun is sufficient, the sheets and quilts can be dried. At night, it will be filled with the warmth of the sun. I imagined that in a small space, I had placed everything of all sizes in an orderly manner. On the sink was the couple's mug we bought together, and a pink towel and a white towel were nestled against each other on the towel rack. We would go shopping together on weekends and walk on the street. I would jump in front like a child, and he would look at me fondly from behind with big and small bags. I would turn around and wave to him. He would helplessly shake his head and then quickly come to my side. He held me with his free hand, but raised the corners of his lips slightly and said nothing. We would read together, and the sunlight scattered on the desk, reflecting our shadows. I peeked at him secretly, but he caught me. Before I could bury my head, he scratched my nose. Then, I opened my teeth and claws in dissatisfaction at being attacked, which made him laugh, and then he hugged me lightly in his arms. Every morning when I wake up, I can see his sleeping face or smiling eyes. When he is asleep, he will be very good, with relaxed brows and eyes, hugging me lightly, as if he is hugging the whole world. I would secretly stretch out my hand to trace his eyebrows, or secretly kiss him, then get up quietly and prepare breakfast for him. When he wakes up, seeing the smile on his face makes me satisfied. If he wakes up early, he will gently play with my hair, and then give me a kiss on my muttered thoughts, then stand up and do the same thing as me. I would tidy up his clothes before going to work, and he would comb my hair. We would give each other instructions and insincerely blame each other for being nosy. Before going to work, we would hug, tightly, and try our best every time. We work in our own world, without affecting or disturbing each other. When he is about to get off work, he may send a message, "I bought vegetables and fish, I will cook today" or "I have something to do today, go home later, wait for me when I come back" or "Dear, I have a social event today, I won't go back to eat, be good at home, remember to miss me", every message will make me smile. I would like to use sticky notes to tell him that the rice is in the pot, the milk is in the refrigerator, the dishes are on the dining table, his suit has been ironed and hung in the cabinet, it is cold outside, remember to add more clothes... I will also draw a big smiley face on the back, which will start a good mood for me and him. We will go on unplanned trips and hit it off immediately. We are keen to leave our footprints on the motherland. Then we will have two children, the older one is a boy and the younger one is a girl. They are our babies. I will raise my brother to be a prince-like gentleman, and my sister to be pampered into the happiest princess. Then I will watch them grow up, carefree, innocent and happy. We would also argue about trivial matters, old sesame seeds, and rotten millet. Because he was tall, every time he would bow his head first and then hug me. I surrendered and was willing to be his prisoner. We just supported each other and lived our days arguing and arguing, until one day, we held hands and looked at each other with gray hair, smiling in the twilight. This is all the happiness I could ever hope for. 😹

#ArborDay, what environmentally friendly things have you done? # Does it count to create a character who can make everything thrive at the slightest sign?

First of all, thank you all for your love for this book, thank you very much❤ This post is a character adoption post. As the name suggests, if you have any character settings you like, you can communicate with me under this post. If it fits the overall development framework, I will add it as appropriate😹 The approximate format is as follows: Name: Gender: Attributes: (gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light and darkness, of course, ordinary people can also do it if they want to focus on the plot) Summary of the story: (You can fill it in or not, if not, I will make my own play) Story ending: (either sad or happy) Relationship with the protagonist: (passers-by, enemies, friends, confidants (there are many people to choose from this, maybe if you choose again, the appearance will be very late, choose carefully), relatives) Other content that needs to be added: (It's optional, mainly because I didn't think of anything else needed. Those who want CP can also fill it in, including their own character's personality and CP's personality, but I may modify it according to the plot) The above format is not strictly required. I will reply if it is adopted. Now, I welcome you all to create this magical world with me. I express my love to you again and love you❤

It has been 225 days since I wanted to outline the world in my heart to when I started writing. "The Witch" has been updated with more than 800,000 words, and some foreshadowings and story lines have gradually become clearer and clearer. That's all well and good, but there are drawbacks. Because the scene is grand and the timeline is too long, many characters' subplots are likely to be submerged in the torrent of history. Do you remember the twin sisters Edy Lance and Catherine? Remember Rocky, the grumpy gold-threaded snake, and Seer, who likes to drink fresh corn soup? Is Huangfu Xichen dead? For whom did Mu Jingyan desperately get the Soul Transformation Crystal? Who are those blue eyes in the floating land? What happened to Shen Mingxi and the Demonic Butterfly Beast? Why did Luo Qingchen and Xuanyuan Ze lose their traces? Did Jun Yu really go crazy and go into seclusion? Where were Shi Xi and A Zhu sent? What risks will Mu Yuesheng face when she goes to the polar regions to search for medicine? There are also Sima Qingming and Aunt Rong, everyone from Baichuan College, the little girl holding the flute... Where will the fate of countless people go? If there is a plot above that you want to know, or there is a story about a person or thing you expect to see during the update process, please leave a message under this post, and Xiaoqi will make an appropriate decision to let the person you want to see appear again. Supporting character summons, 3, 2, 1, start!

As a person with a three-minute passion, I think writing is probably the thing that I stick to the longest. Someone asked me why I am called Jimo Liangqi. Is it because I am from Jimo? I said no, I just like the feeling of splashing ink and announcing with ink. I've always liked it, deep in my heart. Probably, it was this kind of love that finally gave me the courage to write about the world in my heart. After all, writing is a luxury. When I was young, my writing style was too immature and my thinking was a little shallow. I couldn't be considered mature, and I didn't dare to be too showy and mislead my readers. When you get older, you have to work hard for your grades and the college entrance examination. If you indulge too much in literary creation, you will inevitably lose your ambition by playing with things. When I got to college and came into contact with new things, my dreams were put on hold again. I couldn't say I regretted it, but I still had regrets. After that, it's time to run for a living and keep company with hard work. Dreams seem to be getting further and further away from you. Are you willing? Naturally, he was unwilling to do so. Therefore, even though I am tired and tired every day, I still insist on describing the world in my mind. Every day after get off work, there are no video games to accompany me, but only the computer screen with its dim light. Are you willing? So willing. How could you not be willing to do so? Just like Rowling suddenly saw the little boy with the scar on his head on the train, Alice also suddenly appeared in my life, smiling at me across time, making me unable to control myself from writing about her and sketching the world she experienced. Yes, that is her world, I am just a bystander and recorder, recording her growth, joys and sorrows. She is a clever, quirky little girl with a high level of understanding but not much experience. During her time in the witch world, she only practiced and studied. It was not until she inexplicably traveled to the Qilin Continent and experienced a series of things that she continued to grow. In her world, although she has no biological parents, she has Edy Lance, Catherine, and Morbius Ann who love her and care for her... There are relatives, friends, lovers, confidants... In my mind, youth and growth are the best look. The process of recording is always a joy. When I see Alice growing up little by little, when the face of the world is revealed little by little, when the collection grows little by little, I will know that I am never alone in this world, and there are people who have the same expectations to watch Alice's growth with me. Of course, I sometimes feel lonely. When the world in front of me suddenly becomes dark, and I can't see Alice growing up. When I am single-player, the world suddenly becomes dim, and my mood becomes lonely. So I desperately wanted to sell myself. Tens of thousands of books and no matter how fragrant the wine was, I was afraid that it would be completely drowned. When I see people complaining about why the book recommendation posts are so uninterested, but the book recommendation posts are swarmed by swarms of people, I can't help but smile bitterly. These days, readers are the boss, and there are so many books that no one can read them, so it's impossible to stand out. Feeling wronged? Probably there, but not too strong. Sometimes when I feel angry, I will arrogantly comfort myself. If others don't read what I have written with all my heart, it is their loss. But in fact, no one has anything to lose. In this world, everyone is busy chasing their own dreams. No one has time to stop and pay attention to other people's dreams, and I can't do it either. Then relax, after all, I still have the company of Alice, Che, Xuanyuan Che, Mu Jingyan, Sima Qingming... I can still watch them grow, and there are readers who silently support me. I will continue to persevere and draw a good picture of this world. "Tianwu" is not like wine, it is sweet and mellow in the mouth. It is more like a cup of tea, which is sweet at first, but becomes more fragrant as you taste it. I'm here, making a pot of tea, lighting a lamp, and waiting for your arrival. I pour myself a cup, please do as you please. If you leave, I won't see you off; if you come, I will pick you up no matter the wind or rain😹 "Heavenly Witch Arrives: Emperor Zun, Stay Still" Looking forward to the arrival of everyone who is destined

As the title says, as an old bookworm for more than ten years One of my favorite things to do is to look for pitfalls made by the author while reading a book. Then I secretly poke at it to see if it is the same as I thought. If it is the same, I will think hhh, I have seen through it. If it is different, I will suddenly realize, wow, it turns out to be like this! Now, Xiao Qi has also started writing articles, so naturally she will not give up this excellent opportunity to bury her. There are a lot of pitfalls buried in the previous article. If you also like to "find pitfalls", you are welcome to comment in this post. Xiaoqi will record every correct mistake and make statistics after every thousand chapters. Find the one with the most correct mistakes ~ drawing, handwriting, tailor-made a short story, acrostic poem... Anything (ps, Xiaoqi knows how to do it) will satisfy your small request (>^ω^<) If you are interested, please leave a message √ Of course, if you want to read about the characters appearing in the book, you can also leave a message and add the characters you want to see as appropriate. I love you ❤ ps: I heard that you like Xiaoqi's calligraphy, but what about Xiaoqi's paintings? (>^Ω^<)

I hope more and more people will like this book, rough card!

When I was writing the article, this town was my favorite, so I couldn't help but share it. This is probably the city of my dreams, simple and comfortable. [Excerpt] The sun is setting in the west, and the setting sun is twilight, with a little yellowish smudge, adding a touch of warmth to this vast world. In this small town on the northern border, men who were out hunting were happily heading home carrying their prey, shouting slogans. The woman at home also cleaned up the house, prepared meals, lit a bright lamp, and quietly waited for her man's return amidst the sound of weaving. The naughty child took the animal skin dagger and stood majestically on the big stone in front of the house, imagining that he could grow up overnight and be as brave and majestic as his father. The folk customs in small towns are simple and simple, and life is leisurely and ordinary. "Madam, how can I get to the mercenary union?" In front of a house in the town, a man in green clothes was asking softly to the woman inside. The man had dark hair and green clothes, with delicate features, but a pair of eyes that were as clear and bright as stars. It was Alice who hurriedly and slowly arrived at Black River Town before sunset. "Mercenary union? Just walk along this road, turn right when you encounter a fork in the road, go to the third fork and turn left. It will take about as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea." The woman was very enthusiastic and described the route to Alice in detail. Alice nodded and wrote it down one by one. "Young Master, are you going to register as a mercenary?" Seeing that Alice was young but had an extraordinary demeanor, and there was no one by her side, the woman couldn't help but ask a few more questions. "Exactly, what's the point of being a registered mercenary?" "It's not that particular, but the mercenaries here are generally country men, and their livelihood is a razor-sharp job. The young master is alone and young, so it's probably too dangerous for him." The worry in the woman's mouth did not seem to be false. Although the man in green in front of her had a calm demeanor, his body was very thin. She couldn't help but feel worried. "It doesn't matter. I'm very powerful. Thank you, aunt. I'll take the first step." The simple customs of Heihe Town made Alice feel more casual, and her words became less alienated. "Hey, okay, young master, you have to take good care of yourself." In the distance, Alice could still hear the woman's warning voice, and she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and her impression of the North also improved.

Speaking of which, writing about Tian Wu should be an accident. What I wanted to write more in my mind was the story of a princess who lived in troubled times and a Western fantasy world similar to A Song of Ice and Fire. It's just a pity that whether it's ancient disputes or Western fantasy magic, my database is a little stretched, and I don't dare to write easily for a while. Initially, I wanted to practice my writing with a novel, and the idea that started to come up was a story about a male wizard who accidentally traveled to modern times due to an experiment and met a little girl. Then it got a little skewed, and before I started writing, a little girl appeared in my mind. She wears a wide magic hat, her long golden hair is gorgeous, and her blue eyes are like the clear sea. I saw her falling into a different continent, and suddenly, inspiration came to me. In the beginning, in my plan, this was a farming novel. But after I came to the website and waited for the editor to give me a name, I suddenly realized that it was a little far away from my setting. So the worldview was overthrown and the world began to be restructured. The more it was restructured, the bigger the whole worldview became, and the conspiracy became more serious, and then it got out of hand. There was a time when I didn't like her very much. She was a bit disobedient, often overturning the plot I had planned, and running off somewhere. I don't like her any more than I like a disobedient child. But I love her, because no mother doesn't love her child. So even if she doesn't grow up as I imagined, I still love her. Gradually, she was attracted by her own world. She is changeable and fickle. The world is simple but not simple. It often leaves me overwhelmed, yet full of surprises. I often feel that the path she took can still reach the destination I want. The feeling is very strange. I think I will accompany her to grow up, accompany her to the top of the world, accompany her to experience love and hate, trust and betrayal, and accompany her to find the person she truly loves, and that person happens to love her too. Perhaps, only then will I be able to rest assured and let her fly alone. Or maybe, on a sunset evening, I will see her smiling at me in time. I waved to her and said, Hi Alice, my little girl. Then she nodded and snuggled into the other man's arms, smiling sweetly and beautifully. Then I knew that she had grown up.

I came here to visit Xiaoqi, whom I haven't seen for a long time. The new envelope looks great! More than 500 chapters are getting fatter and fatter! Come on Xiaoqi❤～