"Although the handsomeness of this face is the same as I expected, it is still a little different."

Seeing his own face in the bronze mirror, Li Huai couldn't help but put aside his trivial thoughts, held the candle and oil lamp closer, and carefully observed the face in the mirror.

There is nothing wrong with this. Who can not care about their appearance?

Li Huai was thinking about this when he was first called out of the house, but what happened next came one after another, leaving no room for breathing. Even when he came back, he was busy familiarizing himself with his yard and his surroundings.

Manpower was used to prevent mistakes from happening again. As a result, only now did we have time to understand what we looked like.

When he saw it, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling came to his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh: He is as handsome as before he traveled through time, but this is normal. After all, when he wrote, he was described according to his own appearance.

Thinking like this, he looked at it for a moment, and felt that there was something wrong with the person in the mirror. After careful analysis, he finally discovered something was wrong.

"Whenever I describe my character, I always mention the eyebrows with willow leaves, but the person in the mirror has flat eyebrows. Although the eyebrows are bright, heroic, suave, and full of energy... I will omit a thousand words below, but

After all, I’m a little unaccustomed to it, and I don’t know why the world in this book is so supplemented. Could it be that I didn’t pay attention to it in the first book and just wrote it down casually?”

Due to Li Huai's habit, almost every book has a villain named after himself, but most of them are disposable tools, and they are not carefully set up. If there is any oversight in the classic villain template, even he will be affected.

Can't confirm right or wrong.

His personal appearance feature is Liu Yemei, which is also mentioned in the book. Looking at his face in the mirror now, he looks similar to his previous life, but his eyebrows are shaped differently, so they are inconsistent.

"Forget it, based on what I saw today, the world in this book is clearly real and true, and the individuals in it are not false. They are all reasonable and complete. My appearance is as handsome as ever. There is no need to worry too much. I'd better think about it first. What's next?

, how should I act?"

Thinking this, he withdrew his gaze from the bronze mirror.

"Today I just had an inflated mentality, thinking that the cheats would open the way and be omnipotent. As a result, I was slapped in the face by Aunt He, which shows that my practice is far from enough. If the king is not secretive, his country will be lost, and if the minister is not secretive, he will lose his identity. Before I traveled through

Every time I describe the protagonist, I try to figure out how to do everything. Now it really falls on me. It’s really not easy. I only have one brain and I can think of everything. But if I’m a little careless, people will catch me. This is terrible.

It won’t work.”

After thinking about it, Li Huai realized the danger inside.

"Don't worry about anything else. This involves a fight for the title. My cheap brother, whom I have never met, died after Zheng Xingye came on the stage. Who knows what will happen in this, what if there is someone, and

The protagonists have joined forces, and I'm afraid there will be another overturn. After all, if I think about it carefully, if I use all the tricks I have accumulated, I can only go back for about an hour. If there is a big event, it will be a drop in the bucket!"

Suddenly, he grinned.

"But compared to other things, I have one advantage, and that is that I know the plot well!"

Thinking of this, Li Huai suddenly felt relieved.

"I wrote the book. I know the plot and background very well, and I even know the general context. This is comparable to rebirth. This is precognition. Rebirth plus modifiers, I ask you if you are afraid! As long as they are used in a reasonable combination, it will be a hit.

If you go against those monsters who have perfect strategies for the national government and the military, or to put it mildly, if you go against those experienced house-fighting experts, they may not be much different."

With this thought in mind, he decided not to delay any longer.

"While the memory is still warm, I quickly wrote it all down. After all, it is the first book. It has been too long and many details have been forgotten. I can only make an outline. It is a pity that the book is only half written.

, without the back, my advantage cannot be fully demonstrated! No!"

Suddenly, Li Huai's expression became serious, and a thought came to his mind——

"As an author, I must stand firm. Eunuchs are all there for a reason. If it is not a last resort, who would want to be a eunuch! Yes, it is not my fault!"

As he was thinking about it, he looked around and happened to see a stack of paper behind the bronze mirror, as well as a pen and an inkstone.

"Just in time, I don't have to go to the study. I'll take it first and write down the general content before talking..."

Halfway through the thought, Li Huai suddenly stopped, then frowned, picked up the pieces of paper, and immediately felt a strange smell.

But I saw that something had already been written on it, but the notes were messy and scrawled, and there were large areas of ink that covered many of the words. I opened a few more pieces of paper and found that there were a lot of them stuck together. With a little force, they were all gone.

It was torn and damaged a lot.

"What is this? The original version of Li Huai's final book?"

He felt something was wrong, because the memory fragments in his mind seemed to have no content about this part.

After knocking closer, I noticed that most of the words written on the paper were logically confusing and out of order, and some were simply illiterate, as if they were written with pen and ink at random.

"The time is coming, and you will all perish? When it comes... I can't see clearly what's behind. Among the many sentences on these papers, only one or two sentences can be read. The others are all messy, like an idiot talking in his dreams.

,Well!"

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose, because a fishy smell suddenly hit his face, irritating him and subconsciously took two steps back. However, it was coming from the two papers at the bottom of the table. There were also dark marks on them, but they were somewhat different from the previous ink marks.

different.

After taking a closer look, Li Huai's expression suddenly changed.

"Is it dried blood?"

He realized something wasn't right.

"Could it be that Li Huai had a knife in his house?"

Searching my memory carefully, I still have no impression.

"Could it be left by someone else? What on earth is going on?"

All kinds of speculations flashed through Li Huai's mind, making his face look uncertain.

With this thought, he lost track of time. When the door was knocked and the voice of his personal servant Li Jing came in, Li Huai's thoughts were brought back.

"Master, it's late at night, it's time for you to rest."

This Li Jing, like Li Wu, is a son of the Hou family, but he is not a book boy who accompanies him to study. He was transferred from another courtyard. Currently, he only runs errands and delivers messages in Li Huai's courtyard.

Only then did Li Huai realize that more than an hour had passed before he knew it. Because he was so absorbed in thinking about things, he actually ignored the time.

"It's troublesome not having a mobile phone at hand, and all this time is wasted."

When he came back to his senses, he felt tired. He had experienced too much today, and he had also gone back in time, which consumed his brain power. When someone reminded him, he suddenly felt tired and his eyelids were fighting.

"Well, in that case, it's better to go to bed, recharge your batteries, and go to the study tomorrow to record the details. Besides, I'm getting married soon, so I can't tire myself out. Besides, many of my plans are based on the assumption that I can't go back in a short time, but

Maybe when I fall asleep and open my eyes again, I will find that this is all a dream, and I am back at the computer desk again, being urged to write!"

With a conflicting mood, Li Huai glanced at the papers scattered on the table, especially the ones that seemed to be stained with blood. He sorted them out and put them in the drawer. Just as he was about to close it, he paused again.

After a while, he picked up a book from the side and put it inside together with the booklet given by Li Shen. He put the booklet at the bottom, stacked the papers on top, and pressed the top with the book. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Li Huai tugged on his sleeves and tried to take off his clothes. However, the ancient clothes were very complicated. He tugged on them for a long time and only managed to pull away the collar without taking off his clothes.

"The Jinbei at home is much easier to take off than this one!" After all this tossing, he became even more sleepy. Li Huai simply tossed his feet, threw away his shoes, put on his clothes and lay down, "I'll take a breath first..."

call……

A gust of wind blew, and the oil lamp on the table swayed. The flame was weak, and many shadows in the room pretended to understand.

In a daze, Li Huai seemed to be awake but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He squinted his face with something in his heart and opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils dilated!

But I saw a face appearing in front of me!

This face was clearly the face he saw in the mirror, but it was as pale as paper. The blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible. The mouth was wide open, the eyes were wide open, and the expression was distorted, as if he was suffocated!

Li Huai's sleepiness disappeared immediately. He sat up suddenly and took a closer look. There was no one there, only an empty bed.

"Illusion? Nightmare? Supernatural?"

He was covered in cold sweat and felt a chill on his back.

Recalling today's events, my thoughts finally settled on those scrawled papers, and I suddenly felt strange and inexplicable.

"Why did my time-travel painting style keep changing? I thought it was Long Aotian at first, then I found out it was a time-travel novel, then it turned into time science fiction, then it led to a house fight, and now it's better, it's starting to be scary? Isn't that wrong?
Chapter completed!