Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"That's all." Luo Chuan drank the fruit tea that Yao Ziyan had just poured him.

"It's a very special story." Yao Ziyan held the cup of fruit tea in both hands, his face a little hazy behind the mist.

She didn't have any special feelings about the story told by Luo Chuan, because Xu had known that the boss was not from this world.

"Boss, why did you suddenly tell me this?" Yao Ziyan put down the cup, amber eyes shimmering.

"It's just a sudden thought." Luo Chuan felt very relaxed, "fruit tea is delicious."

Both of them stopped talking, and Origin Mall fell into silence, only a faint wind came from outside the store.

"Boss, which world do you prefer?" Yao Ziyan broke the silent atmosphere.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course I opened a shop and became the boss." Luo Chuan chuckled lightly, and then couldn't help but yawn.

Unconsciously, it was late.

"Sleep." He rubbed his eyes and got up from his position.

"The boss, good night." Yao Ziyan said softly.

Seeing Luo Chuan's figure disappear, Yao Ziyan turned his head and looked out of the store a little lost.

A reminder came from the magic phone, which made her recover.

Turning on the screen, it was a message from Qingyuan. There is a photo of a creature made of snow that is vivid with teeth and claws.

Qing Yuan was standing beside her with a smile, seemingly showing her work.

There are many people on the side, as well as various sculptures, and everyone has a smile on their face.

"So naive"

Yao Ziyan sent a message with a disgusting expression behind it.

"Are you coming? It's not far from the barbecue place before, it's very lively. 』

Qingyuan's message was responded quickly.

"Come on, right now. 』

Yao Ziyan put away the magic phone, came to the store and turned back, and picked up the fluffy scarf under the counter.

This was yesterday when Luo Chuan asked for it from the system, and the warmth has been added to Manxing.

Yao Ziyan is naturally not afraid of cold, and no matter what, he is also a strong person in the realm of Venerable.

But it is one thing not to be afraid of cold, and another to adapt to it.

The spiritual barrier can indeed achieve the same effect, but in normal times, even those peak practitioners will not always be on.

Besides, she likes this.

Snow flies, and the streets that have just been cleaned have a layer of white snow soon.

The moisture in the air has been reduced a lot, and there will no longer be the situation that clothes will get damp even if they are outside.

There are basically no pedestrians on the street, and the light from the street lamps shines on the snow, which looks a little dazzling.

Yao Ziyan raised his head and looked at the night sky, his sight was flooded with snow flakes.

Qingyuan's message was received on the magic phone again, asking if she had come over.

Yao Ziyan smiled, and came to mid-air with a simple reply.

After simply judging the downward direction, the speed was accelerated.

Compared with walking, flying naturally saves a lot of time.

Luo Chuan yawned and threw himself on the bed.

Although sleepy, my heart is very relaxed.

The stories told by Yao Ziyan are just ordinary lives.

Fragmented fragments are completely talked about wherever they think.

It is these fragments that piece together a complete life.

Luo Chuan rolled over on the bed, straightened his right arm, spreading his fingers to block his eyes.

Staggered light and shadow fell from between his fingers, causing him to squint slightly.

Luo Chuan never mentioned himself in the story told.

If I want to use Yao Ziyan's intelligence, I should have guessed something.

But it should probably be regarded as "the boss's experience in another world", "the boss's past" and so on.

She would definitely not take it to heart, maybe she should be happy for a long time.

Forget it, it's what she thinks.

Luo Chuan lowered his arm and let out a sigh of relief.

He picked up the magic phone next to him.

When I turned on the screen, almost all the information I saw was related to this sudden heavy snowfall.

There is also rock candy Sydney.

The group chat was also noisy and the customers seemed very excited.

"Rock Sugar Sydney! ! ! Not reconciled! ! ! 』

"Why no one told me about this! 』

"There are so many rock candy in Sydney. If the news comes out, those people will definitely not be able to share it. 』

"Damn, these people are so selfish..."

It was almost a one-sided crusade.

After all, there are only a few customers who drink rock sugar Sydney, and most of them regrettably missed it.

Luo Chuan did not speak, just watching the excitement in the group chat.

Yao Ziyue suddenly sent him a message, which was a photo.

The river as the background was wide and gentle, with snowflakes all over the sky, Yao Ziyan, wearing a fluffy scarf, looked over ignorantly.

It looks like it was taken, and the protagonist of the photo obviously doesn't know what's going on.

Luo Chuan smiled and returned a full stop.

Regardless of whether Yao Ziyue understood what it meant, she threw the magic phone aside.

After so long, his eyes can't open.

sleep.

As Luo Chuan closed his eyes, the lights in the room dimmed.

The blurry light passed through the window, leaving a hazy shadow on the floor.

Saint nia.

The rain is pouring, the night is sticky, and the sky is dark and hollow.

There was only the noise of rain in my ears, and being in such an environment seemed to be exiled by the whole world.

Herman and Erhard held their umbrellas and looked at the building not far away.

This is the outskirts of Saintia, and the surroundings are very desolate.

That church is the only building and looks lonely.

In this night, only fuzzy silhouettes can be seen, and there is a kind of weird atmosphere.

"The breath in the air...it's terrifying." Erhard looked at the distant building with a solemn expression.

He originally drank scented tea at Zhumeng office comfortably, and then suddenly received news from the Black Mist.

Herman followed because of curiosity.

This is the helplessness of the Cavaliers Guard, even if it is raining heavily outside, it is necessary to rush to the place where the incident occurred as soon as possible.

"The breath of a god..." Herman whispered to himself, and he turned his head to look at Erhard. "Is this the gods that the Black Mist believers you just mentioned?"

"Yes." Erhard's voice was full of helplessness, "Who knew these guys actually summoned the Lord of the Dark Mist, my vacation..."

Erhard was still complaining constantly, but Herman looked seriously and felt the breath left by the gods.

The vastness and stalwart make people unable to resist the slightest thoughts, and only the thought of surrender is left in their hearts.

This is Herman's first contact with the existence of a god.

He looked up at the mottled and quaint church and squinted his eyes.

Perhaps the legendary strong men are just slightly stronger ants in the eyes of these gods who have existed for endless years.

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