Chapter 293 Joining the Group: The Yin-Yang Path



"Tap tap tap!" In the simple office, there was nothing but the sound of typing on the keyboard.

As Zhou Xiaoning typed, the flowing narrative in the printed words rose and fell like the 100 keys on a keyboard.

Regardless of whether there are 100 keys on the keyboard, she has never been sensitive to numbers, just as she still has no intuitive understanding of her role as the librarian.

"Aaaaaah, I can't hold it in anymore!"

Zhou Xiaoning suddenly pushed the keyboard aside, took out her phone, dialed a number, and pressed speakerphone:

"Editor, I can't take it anymore! I'm out of inspiration! I'm going out to gather inspiration! I'm going to a bar! I'm going to delay my manuscript! No one can stop me!" As she spoke, she tied her ponytail up and cracked her wrists, making a crisp snapping sound.

Editor: "Aren't you the librarian now? Do you have time to go out?"

Zhou Xiaoning: "_(|3」I don't care!"

"It's already scheduled to be published next month, and the approval number has been issued. If you delay the manuscript, this editor's back scratching technique is not to be trifled with, and the readers' razor blades will make you rich."

Zhou Xiaoning smiled playfully: "I'm a traditional writer, so it's normal for me to look for inspiration."

Editor: "Haven't you always disliked the dividing line between tradition and the internet?"

Zhou Xiaoning: "...I must get out! I must find that husky, I want to raise a husky! I want him to squat at the entrance of the library every day and guard the gate!"

"A husky?" The editor was stunned. "How about I give you one?"

"Oh no! I'm going to miss my deadline!"

Zhou Xiaoning hung up the phone, packed her clothes, and skipped out the door.

The library is very quiet. Even in an era of resurgence of ghostly energy, and with the restless hearts of people in the 21st century, it is rare for many to come and browse the ancient books, and they have to endure the strict rules of protecting ancient books.

The few who are actually demon hunters or scholars are researching information, constantly striving for fame, knowledge, or even their own lives.

Iris Love took over her library patrol duties, jumped onto the table with her pink tail wagging, and tilted her head in surprise: "You're going to raise a husky?"

"It's Fang Zong!" Zhou Xiaoning answered decisively. "Does he think that just because I've been looking after the library for ten years, I can look after it for the rest of my life? I was so old back then, I could go to school, read books, play, do whatever I wanted. Now I'm twenty-one, I want to find a boyfriend, I want to go clubbing, I want to sing karaoke, I want to party! He's tied me to the library, and I still have to take care of his husky!"

Is Fang Zong a Siberian Husky?

Remembering Fang Zong's terrifying eyes, which seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens and the clouds, Iris Ai couldn't help but shudder and wanted to offer a defense.

But a Siberian Husky? It must be a Siberian Husky!

The husky chews on the sofa, the bed, and everything else, but she only went a little overboard, creating a small gust of wind that made a group of people roll around on the ground, and Fang Zong went after her. This kind of behavior... is definitely that of a husky, right?

“That’s right, he’s a husky!” Iris Love loudly agreed!

Zhou Xiaoning felt like she had found a kindred spirit, picked up the little white cat, and said with a smile, "Alright, let's go together!"

Iris quickly broke free, disliking being hugged: "Where are we going?"

"Go find trouble for the husky!"

"A husky? Trouble? Fang Zong!"

Connecting these three words together, Iris Love shrank her neck and shook her head frantically.

No way! I'd rather die than go!

Zhou Xiaoning looked at him with a disappointed expression, picked up her small bag, and went out alone.

You're not going? Fine! I'll go by myself!

Looking for a husky!

After a stressful day at work, taking a flight is the best way to relax.

Fang Zong circled around the towering mountains for most of the time, humming a little tune. The little yellow cat squatted at his feet, using its magic to conceal his figure while munching on a pig leg he had casually stolen from a mountain cabin. He felt incredibly content.

"Meow, I only stole a pig's leg, why did you have to leave money behind?" it complained, whimpering.

Hu Batian disliked Fang Zong's wasteful spending the most. Why should he pay for the pig leg he stole with his own skills?

She doesn't care about her family!

The little yellow cat suddenly felt uneasy; the pork leg was too expensive, and it hurt his heart.

Fang Zong stopped atop a large tree and looked around. The sky was clear for miles, and the shouts of lumberjacks could be heard in the distance. Bees buzzed around from some beekeeper's tent, bringing with them the wild fragrance of mountain flowers.

"Give me another direction." Fang Zongcai didn't care about the pig's leg.

Hu Batian shook his head and pointed his little paw at a large river in front of him: "The Queen must have dived into the river. She may have gone upstream or downstream. I only remember the taste, but I can't find the Queen's taste now."

Fang Zong was very curious: "What does Cleopatra taste like?"

"It smells so strong, like a mother's scent." The little yellow cat said wistfully, "It smells similar to Yuan Yuan's, but not as fragrant, hmm!" Suddenly, it shuddered, looked up, and stared at Fang Zong, saying, "I gave up Yuan Yuan for you, so you have to get me a big cat house, a really big one!"

Fang Zong rolled his eyes: "You can go back!"

"Meow, I won't give up the whole forest for one tree. There are plenty of female cats in the world... uh, no, I mean my beloved human!"

"You wretched cat!"

"You insulted me! I want an even bigger cat house, the kind that can house three hundred female cats in a giant crystal palace!"

Tiger Overlord suddenly extended his claws—five very sharp ones.

Fang Zong decisively raised his foot and shot.

Sitting on a leaf, swaying in the wind, Fang Zong, feeling as if his body had no weight, sighed deeply.

Why does the mention of Crystal Palace bring up so many people?

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