Chapter 1486 The Reader's Gift

The surrounding environment plays a crucial role in writing.

Although Luo Chuan can write things in the noisy environment of Yuanyuan Mall, but after all, it is not as good as what he writes in the dead of night.

When everything was silent, the night sky was dotted with a few stars, the moon was looming behind the clouds, and the room was so quiet that you could even hear your own breathing clearly.

At this time, thoughts tend to become extraordinarily clear, and various plot contents and digging methods emerge one after another.

Writing is more efficient.

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

With this in mind, Luo Chuan opened the code page of the magic phone.

It is a pity that the idea of ​​thinking code words has not been realized.

Of course, the magic phone also has the function of voice code words, but what you say in your mouth is a completely different experience than what you type out with your own hands.

Luo Chuan had tried it before, and it always felt weird, so he still insisted on his original habit.

It has been a long time since Luo Chuan released this revised book. Even if it is only updated a little every day, it is still coming to an end.

Readers in the comment area reacted strongly, clamoring for gifts to Luo Chuan.

I didn't expect the boss to write Lao Tang to death.

Is the Dragon King actually Old Tang? ! Boss, are you kidding me?

I have a hunch that many familiar people should die later.

I decided to wait for the boss to come back and give the boss some gifts.

What a coincidence, I thought the same thing upstairs...

What's so funny?

Sometimes readers are too enthusiastic, and as a writer, it is actually a bit overwhelming.

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

He also never thought of accepting gifts from readers.

As the owner of Origin Mall, he naturally does not lack that thing.

If you really want to, just leave more comments and leave a comment, not a gift or something.

Thinking of this, Luo Chuan felt happy.

Because of the paddling and fishing during this period of time, coupled with the writing of new manuscripts, the manuscripts have basically bottomed out now.

Fortunately, the plot is almost finished.

Tonight, he just wanted to write the final chapter, dig some holes while finishing it, and lay the groundwork for the second part.

As for when the second part will come out...

By chance.

By the way, where did the manuscript come from...

Luo Chuan flipped forward with the magic phone, and quickly found the location that was written so far.

Then again, do those customers really understand what a storm torpedo is?

Forget it, worrying about this seems a bit redundant.

Originally, the world described by words is mainly related to imagination, so don't worry about it.

They just need to know that the weapon is powerful enough.

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

The next day, early in the morning.

Luo Chuan woke up in a daze, and felt his head was dizzy, as if it was filled with paste, and it took a few minutes for his thoughts to clear up a lot.

Suddenly startled.

Last night he didn't know when he fell asleep in a daze, and it seemed that because of writing, he had a strange dream.

For a while he became a student of Kassel College, and for a while he became the Dragon King inexplicably, and then the God of Nature from the Foundation world came down, and brought various containment items.

The residents of the original world are definitely not happy about this. The Dragon King and the half-blood teamed up to start a melee with the Foundation. The customers of the Origin Mall also joined the war as players for some reason...

Luo Chuan rubbed his head, it was all a mess.

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

Luo Chuan closed his eyes again, not much sleepiness, just a simple rest.

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

Still can't stay up late, it's not good for the body.

Luo Chuan thought in his heart.

The weather was not very good as he had seen just now, the sky was dark, and the sky was covered with heavy gray clouds, and a pale image of the sun could be faintly seen, but it was not snowing.

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

Luo Chuan shuddered and closed the window again. The original idea of ​​breathing the fresh air from the outside vanished.

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

Stay up all night wrong!

Wait, it seems that he has nothing to do, and the mornings in the past seem to be spent like this.

Oh, that's fine.

But staying up late is still bad, mainly for the body...

Well, with Luo Chuan's current physical strength, it's fine even if he doesn't sleep.

Anyway, staying up late is not good.

At least not in line with his biological clock.

Next is the daily washing time. The sense of ritual in life is still necessary. This is also his habit.

It doesn't matter whether it is necessary or not.

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

"I don't know." Yao Ziyan shook her head, she didn't go to Luo Chuan's room.

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

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

Qingyuan 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!"

After the joke was over, Qingyuan didn't continue the topic. She poked the demon Ziyan's arm and lowered her voice: "Hey, I heard from your sister that you seem to be looking at the Elf City recently."

Elf City...

I think what Qingyuan said should be "The Bard and the Prince of the Elf City".

Yao Ziyan was stunned, her expression a little unnatural: "Why are you asking this?"

How should I put it, Song Qiuying's private look is fine, but if I talk about it with others...

Anyway, Yao Ziyan always feels a little strange.

"It seems that it should be." Qingyuan suddenly approached, her eyes were full of eager light, "Hey, what do you think the bard and the elf prince will encounter next?"

Qingyuan's demonic demeanor is not unfamiliar to Ziyan, and Luo Chuan once told her the name of this group-brain powder.

Weird title.

But when you think about it, it seems to be quite realistic. With Qingyuan's current appearance, if someone slanders this work, I'm afraid they won't stay calm at all.

Maybe it's the so-called brain dump.