Chapter 1775: What is physique?

With the last customer leaving, Origin Mall once again restored the peace of the past. Luochuan wrote novels all morning, and the whole person was a bit bad.
"Boss, why do you look so bad?" Yao Ziyan poked Luo Chuan's waist with his hand.
"Don't make trouble." Luo Chuan gently patted Yao Ziyan's hand away, "I'm thinking about life now. What do you think people live for? Why am I opening a shop here?"
Yao Ziyan laughed blankly: "Boss, what's the matter with you?"
"You may not believe it." Luo Chuan pointed to himself, "I actually wrote a novel for an entire morning, and I don't believe it myself."
Yao Ziyan thought for a while, stretched out his hand and touched Luochuan's forehead: "I don't have a fever... No, there should be no concept of illness for the boss, right?"
"I'm normal." Luo Chuan rolled his eyes, "Besides, I'm not joking."
Yao Ziyan chuckled and laughed: "Okay, I see, but it doesn't fit your personality. Don't you usually feel uncomfortable to sit still without writing something? Why is this today?"
"If you don't find something to do, you feel uncomfortable." Luo Chuan stretched out his palms, "I think it should be a habit left over from the previous filming."
Yao Ziyan smiled and nodded: "Sounds not bad, boss, you have a lot more manuscripts, right? Have you seen the novel written by Soul Lock you mentioned before?"
"Look, let me tell you something now?"
"After a while, I will prepare lunch first."
At the end of the conversation, Luo Chuan didn't have the idea of ​​helping the demon Ziyan fight. Now he just wants to lie down and write that the mental consumption of such a long time is not normal. Relax in the afternoon.
Reading novels, watching videos, watching live broadcasts... Time passes silently.
As an existence whose cooking skills are beyond the scope of mortals, Yao Ziyan made a sumptuous lunch in less than half an hour. Luo Chuan really didn't understand how she did it.
Perhaps in a sense, it is no different between him to fight and to help?
A deep sense of frustration suddenly rose in Luo Chuan's heart. The sense of frustration came and went quickly. He was quickly overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the cooking, and he didn't even bother to think about those things.
"Boss, you can talk." Yao Ziyan said vaguely while eating the food.
"Oh, good." Luo Chuan nodded, combing through the thoughts in his mind, "Actually, there is not much content. You can read it in ten minutes at most."
"But you promised me." Yao Ziyan's voice sounded a bit wronged, her purple eyes staring at Luochuan as bright as a starry sky, and even a faint water glow.
"Good, good, I just said it." Luo Chuan couldn't bear this the most, and he directly raised his hand to surrender. At the same time, he gave birth to a little emotion. You would never see the look of Yao Ziyan before.
Luo Chuan is very good at telling stories, but he is too lazy to tell stories. Even if he tells them, he basically only tells half of it. This may be a special habit, it can also be called a bad taste, of course, it may be simply lazy.
Of course, that is only for ordinary customers, Yao Ziyan is different from them.
Luo Chuan worked his thoughts well—well, actually just took out the magic phone and looked at it again. Anyway, Yao Ziyan didn't care about it. She just wanted to hear Luo Chuan's story...
"'The sky's glow is gradually fading. The sun will sprinkle the last ray of golden light on the ground before setting, coating everything on the ground with a mottled and wandering pale golden light and shadow. I slightly squinted and admired it. The sunset in Fang World is very different from the ice and snow world in my memory.""
"The soul lock uses the diary method, but I always feel that the first-person novel is a bit weird. Forget it, don't talk about this, the content of this part should be the soul lock's review of his past experience-well I know this It's nonsense, by the way, I should have told you something about soul locks before, right?"
Yao Ziyan nodded: "I said that the memory of the soul lock was affected by the power of the gods, so something went wrong."
"That's it." Luochuan took a mouthful of food, "The memory of the soul lock has been lost under the influence of the power of the Lord of the End. The authenticity of these suddenly remembered and those left over can not be determined at all, so it is regarded as ordinary. It’s good to look at novels, of course I tend to think they are real."
"Um... But most customers think this diary is no different from other novels. It is a fictional story."
"It's not my responsibility, and it's not bad for them to think so." Luo Chuan shook his head, "Where did you talk about it?"
"The first paragraph."
"Well, then the second paragraph will begin."
Yao Ziyan couldn't bear it anymore: "Boss, you don't need to talk about each paragraph separately, just tell it according to your own understanding."
"Ah, I know."
Luo Chuan coughed softly and continued to tell the story about the soul lock. I don't know how many years ago, a story about an elf accidentally contacting the power of the lord of the end...
"So, is the soul lock race actually an elven?" Yao Ziyan touched his chin with a thoughtful expression, "It seems that Tianlan Continent does have this race, but I have never seen it before."
"Are there any related records in the monster royal family?" Luo Chuan was a little curious.
"Yes, yes, but it should be similar to that of the Dragon Clan. Boss, don't hold up too much hope. You want to come to other forces to do the same." Yao Ziyan smiled, "Isn't it better to just ask the author himself?"
"The key is that the author himself is confused." Luo Chuan sighed helplessly.
Just when Yao Ziyan was preparing for lunch, Luo Chuan briefly talked with Soul Lock on the magic phone, and he did not unexpectedly. The memory recovered by the latter was also scattered, and it was uncertain whether it was true or not.
The only certainty is the race of the elves.
Therefore, the authenticity of the diary at the very beginning needs to be studied. Some of the more critical parts are carried out in one stroke with the spring and autumn brushwork. This is more convenient for adding various settings in the later stage. Anyway, Luochuan likes this. If the information is dead, you don't know how much effort will be needed to modify it later.
"That's it." Yao Ziyan nodded lightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's a bit similar to the Sea-Monster. They disappeared in Tianlan Continent for a long time. They even forgot that there is a race of them in the world. Various reasons have reappeared-mainly related to the boss."
Luo Chuan curled his lips and said to his heart that perhaps this is the so-called protagonist's physique. People sit at home and things come from the sky. It is also called the physique forced by things. A certain housekeeper is the culprit of all this.