Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Meng Changkong watched Luochuan and Yao Ziyan disappear from the end of his sight, and stretched his body deeply.

With a light snap of his fingers, the dining car shattered like foam.

When the illusion created is no different from reality, the illusion is reality.

True or false is not just talking.

Meng Changkong took the magic phone out of his pocket, and the screen lit up.

"The magic phone still doesn't have the slightest spiritual power, how do you do it..."

Meng Changkong looked at the magic phone over and over, but finally did not come to a conclusion.

However, he didn't worry about this problem very much, and quickly focused on the only icon on the screen.

Perceiving Mengzhangkong's gaze, the page of the application store opened automatically, and various applications were displayed in front of his eyes.

Luochuan did not teach him how to use the magic phone.

The quality and intelligence of the magic phone are here, so no matter how you use it, you don't have to worry about damage.

But Meng Changkong doesn't know this, and is carefully looking at the apps in the app store.

"How is this thing used, I forgot to ask the boss just now, it should be downloaded first..."

"What's the matter with these ten spirit crystals? Where do I pay for these ten spirit crystals..."

Meng Changkong's muttering voice kept appearing, and it seemed that he could talk to himself even if he had no one to listen to.

Fortunately, this place is relatively remote, and the time is not early. There are basically no pedestrians on the road, and only a few street lights barely illuminate the street.

Meng Changkong held the magic phone and kept circling around under a street lamp...

When I returned to Xuefeng Pavilion slowly, the sky was already full of stars, and the snow maple trees planted on both sides of the road reflected a faint glow under the light and moonlight.

quite pretty.

But after watching it for so long, Luochuan almost got used to it.

Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan walked into the hall, and the noisy words instantly drowned them like a tide.

"Did the boss go out and have fun?" Yao Ziyue leaned over with a smile.

"What are you playing? Just had dinner." Luo Chuan sat on the sofa heavily, and he was tired after walking so far.

Yao Ziyue blinked, judging from her expression, she didn't believe Luo Chuan's words very much.

"What are you thinking about?" Yao Ziyan reached out and knocked Yao Ziyue on the head, "I found some ingredients by the way."

Yao Ziyue covered her head, and suddenly came to her spirits after hearing the "food ingredients": "It's definitely not easy to be seen by my sister and the boss, I will eat it by then!"

"Fine." Yao Ziyan waved his hand, "I'm going to write something, don't bother me."

"I know, I know." Yao Ziyue ran away like when she came.

Looking at Yao Ziyue who was successfully sent away, Yao Ziyan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She was really not good at dealing with the situation just now.

"Write something?" Luochuan saw Yao Ziyan took out the magic phone.

"Yeah." Yao Ziyan nodded, "After taking a leave of absence for so long, I feel that if I don't write any more, I'm afraid I will be completely out of state."

This is the case for writing novels. It is good to take a day or two of rest occasionally. If you write again after ten and a half months, it will take at least several days to find the original state.

Luochuan is very experienced in this.

"Yes." Luo Chuan nodded, and suddenly thought of the conversation with Yao Ziyan the other day, "By the way, how did you think about the plot?"

"No idea." Yao Ziyan sighed dejectedly, "It seems that you can only write daily as the boss said, maybe you can find a breakthrough."

Luochuan tore open a packet of potato chips and ate it.

Yao Ziyan's expression became a little hesitant. She glanced at Luo Chuan and decided to speak out her thoughts: "But I always think this is fooling the reader..."

Luo Chuan seemed to smile, and handed the potato chips to Yao Ziyan: "Have you ever heard of Ziyan fatigue?"

"Aesthetic fatigue? What do you mean?" Yao Ziyan asked suspiciously after taking the potato chips.

"Simply put, it means that if you look at something for a long time, you will lose its freshness, and of course the same is true for novels." Luo Chuan sighed, "Like this, because too many readers abandon it every day, although the author does not have an outline. , But the worldview setting for this book in my heart is very grand!"

Luo Chuan was a little excited, and bit the potato chips in his mouth.

Yao Ziyan: "...Boss, we are talking about aesthetic fatigue."

"Yes." Luochuan felt a lot more comfortable after complaining. "Readers of novels also have aesthetic fatigue. Long-term passion or daily life is not desirable. The two should complement each other. Even if the theme of the book is daily life, the protagonist cannot be used. Write all three meals a day, right?"

"Boss, you seem to be pulling away again..." Yao Ziyan ate a slice of potato chips and smiled, "But I almost understand what you meant, boss."

"Actually, I think you can take a longer time off." Luo Chuan said.

"Huh?" Yao Ziyan looked at Luochuan suspiciously.

"It must be written every day, that is, to add what has been written to the archive, in case of emergency." Luo Chuan taught Yao Ziyan his experience.

Yao Ziyan was stunned: "Uh, it sounds like a good idea. Boss, are you caring about me?"

"Of course." Luo Chuan answered naturally.

Yao Ziyan's face turned red, and he turned on the magic phone: "I want to write something."

Xie Mengwu and An Weiya were sitting on the seats of the holographic device. Although they were wearing helmets, they were not focused on the virtual world.

Secretly looking at Luochuan and Yao Ziyan not far away.

"Is that the way they were before?" Xie Mengwu asked in a low voice.

An Weiya thought about it seriously: "When I first arrived at Origin Mall, the relationship between the boss and Yao Ziyan was almost like this, that is, neither of them said anything about it."

"Interesting." Xie Mengwu suddenly noticed something and opened her eyes slightly. "Blushed and blushed...heh, why did you start looking at the magic phone?"

"What are you expecting?" An Weiya said a little funny.

"Does this need to be said, of course...cough, forget it, nothing." Xie Mengwu coughed softly, and Luo Chuan looked back in time.

He just noticed that someone was looking at him secretly, so he glanced at him casually.

An Weiya let out a cry, obviously not believing Xie Mengwu's words.

"Actually I have something very curious about." Xie Mengwu said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" An Weiya was about to start playing the game.

"Is the relationship between your dragons similar to the human social relationship in Tianlan Continent? Do you have family partners or something?" Xie Mengwu's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Well, it's almost." An Weiya nodded.

"What about you An Weiya?" Xie Mengwu smiled, "Is there anyone you like... Dragon?"

An Weiya's cheeks flushed suddenly: "How is it possible, I haven't even passed the coming-of-age ceremony..."

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