I am a master of light novels in Japan

"..."

The expressions of Lianhua and Yan Moai changed.

Lianhua naturally understood the meaning of this, and Yan Moai had also heard of it.

Li Yan's previous destiny was not happy... and he died of fate.

After listening to it, Li Yan began to recite it, imitating the tone, and sang: "Snowflakes flying bells are very clear, there are old people and reindeer in fairy tales, and we laughing in the reflection, full of happiness and jumping with snowflakes. Dancing, Christmas tree with colorful gifts, put on Christmas hats and red clothes, if you want to write blessings on the Christmas card, take happiness home and pass on happiness...

Lianhua and Yan Moai listened quietly...

The girls from hell didn't say a word until all the lyrics were over.

The lyrics are full of happiness.

Hell girls often hear such tunes when dragging others to hell on Christmas... Now that they understand the meaning, they suddenly feel mixed.

"Really beautiful lyrics..."

Finally, Lianhua lowered her head and said.

When Li Yan realized that something was wrong, Yan Moai's expression turned a little unnatural, and there seemed to be some tears in Lianhua's lowered cheek.

"Sorry, am I..."

Li Yan was silent and asked cautiously.

"It's not wrong at all. You have successfully disturbed our mood. From now on, just bow your head and admit your mistakes like this.

Lianhua closed her eyes, raised her head, and said with a serious expression.

But after seeing Li Yan's complex expression, she smiled sternly and said, "Just kidding... you are still a person who doesn't know how to joke."

"..."

Yan Moai's eyes became confused, and her slender eyelashes silently conveyed her feelings.

The girls from hell, all have inhuman experiences...

Is this a coincidence?By the way, people who spend Christmas here are not like Christmas songs.

Listening to the song of Christmas Carol now, it seems...like a satire of reality.

However, Yan Moai looked at Li Yan faintly.This flame is like a blazing flame in the dark winter, even if it is swallowed up by the darkness, they are now lucky to feel the warmth that has been tangible and has been lost...

The cursed and tortured hell girl could not have felt the warmth.

At night, it was 8:00.

Two young girls wearing Christmas hats came out of the apartment building. Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, they still held this three-person Christmas party perfectly.

After being in a good mood, Lianhua said goodbye to Yan Mo'ai a little bit, a black reversal butterfly was drawn in the darkness, swept across Lianhua's body, and disappeared into the moonless night.

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the two hell girls leaving at the door.

He didn't know why, but he felt that this late Christmas was not bad, and he had a very fulfilling life.

Back in his apartment room, he officially started his own business.

Preparation for the exam, as the end of the freshman year was approaching, the horrible first exam of the university was about to begin. Li Yan had to prepare a bit more. Maybe the professor was not satisfied, so it wouldn't be good if he was not satisfied with it.

There is also work.

Li Yan's second light novel work is actually already ready.

The first work is expected to be completed early next year, and the outline of the second volume needs to be written in advance.This time, he originally hoped to write about the monster-type subject matter for the time being. He suddenly wanted to write a new work that had no superpowers, no fist fights, and only daily campus work.

He secretly pinned his desire for the future of ordinary daily life in this second work...

Just as Li Yan was writing, suddenly, a group of intense purgatory flames burst out of the sky in front of his balcony, roaring in turn, carrying Yan Moai soaring in the snowy night sky.

"Sir childcare, look, Santa!"

"...No, Santa's car is not like this, it should be more powerful."

The conversation between Conna and Thor made Li Yan wonder how to complain.

However, Li Yan didn't know that in the darkness of the carriage, the girl sitting quietly on her seat looked at Feixue outside the window, wearing a Christmas hat expressionlessly, but secretly humming the title in her mouth. For the tune of "A Christmas Carol"...

Chapter 281: A Lie That Cannot Be Hidden

Late at night, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

The lights in Room 505 in the apartment building have been turned off for a long time.

In the bedroom, the clock hung on the wall, ticking around in the silent night.

In the quiet night, in the bedroom, the figure of the young man who wrote that it was late at night was already asleep, quietly blowing on the heating, looking like exhausted, fell on the bed and fell asleep.The moonlight after the snow spilled on him through that window. The night was so quiet, there was no noise at all.

The windows that are not closed secretly blow into the uniform night breeze, like a ripple.

"...!"

In a trance, Li Yan opened his eyes.

Before his eyes, there was a huge round of bright moon.

For some reason, he knew he was in a dream, but he returned to the place he had dreamed of.

This is what it is, here again?!

Li Yan stood blankly in a sea of ​​white flowers growing among the crisp leaves. The gorgeous flowers were blooming gently in the moonlight, the dark and bare stones were everywhere, and the surrounding dense woods were bursting. There was a sound of sea waves in the night wind.

Almost, exactly the same as the dreams I saw last time...

It's a barren land, but why... it always looks so familiar in his memory?

Suddenly, a slight noise from stepping on the ground once again alarmed Li Yan.

Li Yan turned his head to look, and finally saw the figure hidden in the darkness, so familiar but hard to remember, as if this person was waiting for him to come back here.

Unfortunately, this figure realized that after Li Yan noticed this, he turned and fled.

"Please wait a minute!"

Li Yan was shocked, and hurriedly chased after him in a hurry.

On the road illuminated by moonlight, the strange clouds in the sky rolled up, blocking the moon’s light from time to time, and on the light and dark deserted road, Li Yan always felt that he seemed to be running in the mass graves. What made him more disturbed was that , Why is the feeling of running so real.