"Don't eat it?" Yao Ziyan asked casually when she saw Luo Chuan put down his chopsticks.

"I'm full." Luo Chuan drank the remaining cherry blossoms in the cup, "making so many things, it's a waste."

As a great young man in the new century, he has developed a good habit of diligence and thrift since he was a child, and his life alone was quite interesting.

"Isn't there a recycling device in the store?" Yao Ziyan put away the magic phone.

In Luochuan's view, the various items in Origin Mall are all black-tech grades, even the various utensils in the kitchen are no exception.

Even the garbage collection system has a complete process in this respect.

"I just talked casually." Luo Chuan waved his hand, "May I help you?"

He doesn't want to move when he's full. This is almost normal in his life. Similar to many carnivores, if he is full, he won't take a second look even if the prey is in front of him.

"No need to."

Yao Ziyan has used his spiritual power to control everything on the table to float.

From Luochuan's perspective, it looks like performing magic.

"Well... why are you using your abilities again? I need to change this habit in the future..."

Luochuan vaguely heard the grunt in Yao Ziyan's mouth.

He felt that Yao Ziyan might be approaching him as much as possible. After all, he was like an ordinary person on weekdays, and he rarely relied on special abilities to accomplish things.

Luochuan never asked Yao Ziyan to do something.

But since she wants to do this, Luo Chuan won't stop it, it's almost a hobby.

Luo Chuan thought in his heart.

The store door was hidden, and the patter of rain seemed quite harsh in the quiet atmosphere.

At the beginning, Luochuan still had the thought of appreciation.

Many ancient poems use rainy night as the background, and it is easy to affect the mood in such a quiet atmosphere.

"The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know when the flowers fall", "Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacially enters a dream"...

Luo Chuan originally had the idea of ??whether he could write something in his heart.

It's like nostalgia for hometown, indignation for reality, etc.

But it turns out that he thinks too much.

Hearing the faint sound of rain, his heart was still water and he had no thoughts.

It feels a bit noisy after listening for a long time.

So is this due to insufficient life experience?

However, Luo Chuan felt that the most important reason might not be this, but that life is so comfortable now.

He didn't have any thoughts of lamenting the sadness of the world.

Luo Chuan yawned while holding his chin watching the rain melt in the dark night, he stood up and closed the store door.

Well, the world is much cleaner.

Yao Ziyan came back soon, with various intelligent devices, and she didn't need to do anything.

Looking at Luo Chuan, who was sitting in a familiar position and holding a magic phone in his hand, Yao Ziyan's mouth showed a small smile.

Still the same as before.

It seems that Qi Chuan's experience is just Jinghua Shuiyue's dream.

But I always feel that the things I experienced were planned...and the kind that I had planned for a long time!

Luo Chuan glanced at the Yao Ziyan who came back, and his attention returned to the magic phone in his hand.

Yao Ziyan did not break this quiet atmosphere.

Time passed slowly.

A man and a woman staying alone, if they don't speak, the atmosphere should be embarrassing.

However, neither Yao Ziyan nor Luochuan felt this way.

The two did not deliberately search for topics, they just quietly did their own things.

Well, just look at the magic phone.

There is nothing wrong with this, the way the two get along before is like this.

No one stipulates that once the relationship is established, the original way of getting along must be changed, right?

It's fine to get used to it.

Anyway, Luo Chuan thought so, Yao Ziyan's thoughts seemed to be similar to him.

After a while quietly, Luo Chuan felt bored.

He raised his eyes to look at Yao Ziyan not far away.

She was looking at the magic phone attentively. Judging from the changes in the expression on her face from time to time, Luo Chuan could conclude that she was writing a novel.

It would be nice if all the authors were as diligent as her.

If this is the case, Luochuan doesn't mind raising the welfare of Origin Reading.

But obviously, this kind of thing can only exist in fantasy.historical

The inertia of most authors is etched in their DNA, and it is not something that can be changed with a few benefits.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong now, it is better to go to the system space to have a look.

Luo Chuan did not forget that there was still a soul lock inside.

"I'm going back to the room first." Luochuan put away the magic phone and said to Yao Ziyan.

"Huh, are you going to rest so early?" Yao Ziyan said strangely.

You should know that they stayed in Xuefeng Pavilion all day during the day and did not go out. The way to return to the Origin Mall is also the most convenient and quickest way to transmit light.

"It's not a break, it's just tidy up things."

"Oh, yes, the boss's room is indeed quite messy." Yao Ziyan thought of the scene he saw just now, "Would you like me to help?"

"It's not necessary." Luochuan didn't have the idea of ??troubled Yao Ziyan, and it was just a simple excuse.

Yao Ziyan watched Luo Chuan disappear from his sight, and his attention fell on the magic phone.

"It's so boring, Zi Yan come to me to play? 』

Qing Yuan sent a message to her, with a pitiful expression behind her.

"Don't go. 』

"Sure enough, you are exactly the same as humans in this respect. If you have a boss, you will forget your friends. 』

"...Qing Yuan, you are enough. 』

"By the way, you and the boss are the only two in the shop right now? 』

"Well, just like before. 』

"Suddenly I don't know how to say it anymore. 』

"Ok? 』

...

Soul Lock didn't know how long he had stayed in this ghost place.

Five days? Ten days? Still dozens of days?

There seems to be no concept of time in this weird space, and it is impossible to accurately measure it.

Except for the initial irritability, Soul Lock's mood has calmed down a lot at this time.

According to the bald heads of Mount Xumi, this should be an epiphany.

Haha, it's ridiculous.

One of the patriarchs of his dignified gods would have an epiphany, and I am afraid that no one would believe it.

Compared to the epiphany, Soul Lock felt that this was actually a compromise with the current reality.

In the face of this strange god, he has no ability to contend at all.

They can be resurrected after they explode, and they can't even control their lives. This kind of powerless feeling is only experienced when they meet a **** for the first time.

The feeling when receiving the gift of the gods is as if one's own spirit and soul are completely in front of a great existence, like an ant in panic.

He may be the only one who has experienced it twice.

It's really lucky to think about it this way.

However, he would rather not have this kind of luck, which is completely misfortune in another sense!

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