Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

A good day starts from sleeping to waking up naturally.

The purplish red sunrise dazzled with the rising sun, and the faint mist of the morning has dissipated. The undulating mountains in the distance are becoming more and more green in the reflection of the morning light. With the arrival of the summer moon, the Jiuyao Mountains are gradually welcoming the most luxuriant In the season, Jiuyao City also woke up from its deep sleep, showing vigor and vigor everywhere.

Looking around, the people on the street come and go, and those complex equipment with the formation as the core are also slowly operating under the protection of some kind of protective barrier. Both cultivators and ordinary people have started their busy new lives. One day, they were social animals in the fantasy world.

"Social animals are indispensable in any world..."

A certain boss looked at a cultivator carrying huge equipment on the road in the distance. He couldn't help but sigh softly. Fortunately, he has nothing to do with him. As a boss who is determined to take mixed eating and death as his ultimate goal in life In other words, the life of a social animal is absolutely impossible.

Stretch out, take a few deep breaths of fresh air, and leave the room slowly.

"The boss got up early today." Yao Ziyan, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, said with a smile, "just to help peel off those things."

"Oh, good." Luo Chuan nodded, he just didn't bother to move.

Busy for more than ten minutes (Luochuan spends most of the time paddling fish), breakfast is finally ready, small cakes exuding a sweet smell, fried fish on the surface of the yellow and white inside, cut into pieces and served on the plate. Color fruit...

It seems that there is a lot of steamed buns and porridge. Today Yao Ziyan wants to change the taste. Luo Chuan has no idea about this. As a clerk with cooking skill max, any dishes made are of a level that is difficult for a super chef to achieve. Okay. Eating is enough.

Coming downstairs, Xiao Heiqiu is doing his duty to perform the task of watering. Coke fell at the foot of the World Tree and was quickly absorbed. Luochuan felt that the injury of the World Tree might have been healed a long time ago. There is no need to water every day. Water, but it lasted for such a long time, he was also used to this kind of thing.

From this point of view, the welfare of Origin Mall is still very good for employees-informal employees are also.

"Boss, has your novel published?" After eating breakfast, Yao Ziyan didn't forget to ask Luo Chuan about the novel she has never forgotten.

"Not yet." Luo Chuan replied casually, "have you seen the previous plot, why do you still care about it?"

"I'm not worried that you forgot about this matter."

"...My memory is not that bad."

After having breakfast, it was almost time before the opening, Yao Ziyan went upstairs to pack things, and Luochuan was holding the magic phone. Although it didn’t feel like I said before, but when it’s officially released, it’s unavoidable that it’s still a bit complicated. of.

What should I do if I hit the street? What should I do if I can’t write? What should I do if I run out of manuscripts? Eunuch, will readers come to send warmth...

Ahem, the last worry may be a bit redundant.

Although everyone knows where he lives, it is still a bit impractical to send warmth to his door. Not all customers do not take his boss identity in their hearts like Bai Yu. As the owner of Origin Mall, he is still quite majestic in the hearts of customers. of.

After all his thoughts turned, Luo Chuan's spirit of not knowing where to fly finally returned to reality.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally made a decision.

Luo Chuan took a deep breath, his eyes became sharp instantly, and his voice was low: "I have been silent for too long, too long. I don't know if this world has forgotten the existence of the Dark Flame Demon Lord. When I come back, everything will be surrendered, and feel the fear of being dominated by me..."

"What dominating fear?" Yao Ziyan's puzzled voice came from behind.

"Ah, nothing."

It was an extremely embarrassing thing to be seen by others at the moment in Secondary Two. Fortunately, Yao Ziyan didn't think too much, but he looked at Luo Chuan suspiciously and took out the magic phone, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

Publishing a novel is actually very simple. You only need to give the magic phone an idea, and you don’t even need to click, and all the required processes are automatically completed.

Luo Chuan looked at the cover of "Sherlock Holmes" on the magic phone and was full of emotion in his heart. Perhaps this is another way of cultural invasion.

…

Grey clouds surging slowly in the sky like mud, occasionally weird things like gray silhouettes appear from the clouds, some of them are like the wreckage of some kind of large equipment, and many hideous fractures can be seen. It's like a blood vessel-like pipe, and some are like a pure mountain...

There is no fixed form, and there are great differences between individuals. Most of these weird "silhouettes" can be seen clearly, and some are hazy fog. They usually do not appear for too long, and they will be like this soon. The mirror flower gradually faded away.

Things like mountains slowly emerged from the clouds. The weird thing was that they did not have any effect on the clouds. The inhabitants of the dark shadows on the gray desert seemed to have noticed something. They raised their heads and looked towards the sky as time went by. As time goes by, the "mountain" gradually reveals its full picture—the earth is fragmented and its vitality is completely cut off...

It was a continent of unknown size and geometry!

From a distance, it is as if the other world suddenly appeared in the sky, and capsized with unparalleled pressure. The visual shock it brought could not be described in specific words, but the shadow residents still did not move, just quiet. Quietly watching the distance between the two sides gradually shrink.

Finally, the two came into contact.

Nothing happened, like a phantom located in a different time and space, and the suddenly appearing ruined continent slowly sank into the ground like a phantom with no entity.

The environment of the shadow world has not changed for thousands of years. The shadow residents seem to be accustomed to this and continue their own affairs. If they insist on saying something, some changes have taken place, except for those who are dazed and aimless. Except for the wandering ones, the other shadow residents basically hold magic phones.

The whole space is silent.

"1579, are you really not going to visit the owner's shop?" The quiet environment was broken, and the white feathers in their gorgeous dresses bounced like the only color in the entire black and white world. "How boring here, it's the owner's shop. It’s interesting, you know the holographic device, but it’s fun..."

1579 put down the magic phone, and her fuzzy face gradually became clear with the surging of the shadows. She looked helplessly at the chirping white feather in front of her: "I feel pretty good now, besides, we... have not left here for the time being. Thoughts."

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