The surrounding environment has a crucial influence on writing novels.

Although Luochuan can write in the noisy environment of Origin Mall, it is not as good as what he writes in the dead of night.

When Wan Lai was completely silent, the night sky was dotted with several stars, the moon was looming behind the clouds, and the room was quiet and even one could clearly hear his breathing.

Thoughts tend to become particularly clear at this time, and various plot contents and methods of digging holes emerge one after another.

Writing a novel will do more with less.

Perhaps this is another important factor in addition to procrastination that those authors always choose to update late at night.

Thinking of this in his mind, Luochuan opened the codeword page of the magic phone.

It is a pity that the idea of ??thinking codewords has still not been realized.

Of course, magic phones also have the function of voice code, but what you say is a completely different experience from what you type by yourself.

Luochuan tried it before, and it always felt weird, so he still stuck to his original habit.

It has not been a short time since Luo Chuan released this novel of handling that he modified. Even if it only updates so little every day, it is still about to end.

Readers in the comment area reacted strongly, clamoring to give Luochuan gifts.

"I didn't expect the boss to write Old Tang to death. 』

"The Dragon King is actually Old Tang? ! Are you kidding me, boss? 』

"I have a hunch that many familiar people will die later. 』

"I have decided. When the boss comes back, I will give the boss some gifts. 』historical

"It's a coincidence, I think so upstairs..."

How embarrassed is this?

Sometimes readers are too enthusiastic, and being an author is actually a bit overwhelming.

As an author, Luo Chuan will certainly not accept gifts from readers for no reason.

He never thought of accepting gifts from readers.

As the owner of Origin Mall, he naturally doesn't lack that.

If you are really interested, just leave a comment and leave a comment, and forget about gifts.

Thinking of this, Luo Chuan felt happy.

Because of this time of paddling and fishing, plus the deposit of writing a new novel, the deposit of this book has basically bottomed out.

Fortunately, the plot is almost finished.

He was thinking about writing the final chapter tonight, and digging some holes when it was over, to pave the way for the next second part.

As for when the second part will be written...

Follow the fate slightly.

Where did you write the archived manuscript...

Luo Chuan flipped the magic phone to the front, and quickly found the position he wrote so far.

Having said that, can those customers really understand what a storm torpedo is?

Forget it, worrying about this seems a bit redundant.

Novels are originally the world described by words, mainly related to imagination, so don't care about this.

They only need to know that this weapon is powerful.

After sorting out the messy thoughts a bit, Luo Chuan took a pillow and put it behind his back, and began to write the final plot...

The next day, early morning.

Luo Chuan woke up in a daze, feeling his head groggy, as if it was filled with paste, and it took a few minutes for him to wake up a lot of thoughts.

Suddenly in a dream.

He did not know when he fell asleep last night, and seemed to have a strange dream because of writing a novel.

After a while he became a student of Kassel College, and another inexplicably became the Dragon King, and then the **** of nature in the Foundation world came and brought a variety of containment items.

The residents of the original world are definitely not happy about this. The Dragon King and the mixed race teamed up to start a melee with the Foundation. The customers of Origin Mall somehow joined the war as players...

Luo Chuan rubbed his head, these are all messy things.

He yawned, the light in the room was not very good, and the sky outside the window was dull, and the sun could not be seen.

Luo Chuan closed his eyes again, not much sleepiness, but simply took a rest.

After a while, he got up from the bed reluctantly and yawned while clutching his messy hair and came to the window.

Still can't stay up late, it's bad for your health

Luo Chuan thought in his heart.

The weather was not so good as he had just seen. The sky was dark, heavy gray clouds obscured the sky, and the pale image of the sun could be seen vaguely without snow.

Luo Chuan opened a gap in the window, and a bit of cold wind poured directly into his collar along the gap.

Luo Chuan shuddered and closed the window again. The original thought of breathing in the fresh air from the outside suddenly disappeared.

I took out the magic phone and checked the time, and it was almost noon.

Stay up late and make a mistake!

Wait, it seems that he has nothing to do, and he seems to have spent the morning like this.

Oh, that's all right.

But staying up late is not good, mainly for the body...

Well, with the current strength of Luochuan's body, it doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep.

It's not good to stay up late anyway.

At least not in line with his biological clock.

Next is the daily washing time. The sense of ritual in life is always necessary. This is also his habit. As for whether it is necessary or not, it is not important.

"Why isn't the boss here today?" Qing Yuan sat down next to Yao Ziyan and asked curiously.

"I don't know." Yao Ziyan shook her head. She didn't go to Luochuan's room.

"You don't know? You shouldn't." Qing Yuan squinted and smiled.

"Why should I know?" Yao Ziyan looked blank.

Qing Yuan continued to smile.

Yao Ziyan quickly understood the meaning of Qingyuan’s smile, and immediately gave her an angry and funny look: "What are you thinking about every day!"

I've joked, and Qing Yuan didn't continue this topic. She poked Yao Ziyan's arm and lowered her voice: "Hey, I heard your sister say that you seem to be reading the book in the Fairy City recently."

Fairy City...

I want to come to Qingyuan to talk about "The Bard and Prince of the Elf City".

Yao Ziyan was startled, his expression a little unnatural: "What do you ask this for?"

How should I put it, Song Qiuying's book is good to read in private, if you talk to others...

Anyway, Yao Ziyan always felt a little strange.

"It looks like it should be." Qingyuan suddenly moved closer, her eyes full of eager light, "Eh, what do you think the bard and the elf prince will meet next?"

Qingyuan's demeanor is no stranger to Ziyan. Luo Chuan once told her the name of this group-brain residue fans.

Weird title.

However, if you think about it carefully, it seems to be quite realistic. With Qingyuan's current appearance, if someone slanders this work, I am afraid that he will not remain calm at all.

Perhaps this is the so-called "brain fan".

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