Chapter 1775 What Is a Physique

As the last customer left, the Origin Mall returned to its former tranquility again. Luo Chuan wrote novels for a whole morning, and the whole person felt a little bad.

"Boss, why do you look so bad?" Yao Ziyan poked Luo Chuan's back with her hand.

"Don't make trouble." Luo Chuan gently patted Yao Ziyan's hand away, "I'm thinking about life right now, what do you think people live for? What do I open a shop here for?"

Yao Ziyan laughed dumbly: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"You may not believe it when you say it." Luo Chuan pointed to himself, "I actually wrote a novel for a whole morning, and I didn't believe it myself."

Yao Ziyan thought for a while, then reached out and touched Luo Chuan's forehead: "I don't have a fever... No, for the boss, there should be no concept of illness at all, right?"

"I'm normal." Luo Chuan rolled his eyes, "I'm not kidding."

Yao Ziyan burst out laughing: "Okay, I get it, but it doesn't quite fit your personality. Don't you usually feel uncomfortable when you don't write something? Why is it like this today?"

"If you don't find something to do, you will feel uncomfortable." Luo Chuan spread out his palm, "I think it should be a habit left over from the previous filming."

Yao Ziyan smiled and nodded: "It sounds good, boss, you have saved a lot of manuscripts, right, have you read the novel written by Soul Lock?"

"Look, tell me now?"

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"Later on, I'll go prepare lunch first."

At the end of the conversation, Luo Chuan had no intention of helping Yao Ziyan. Now he just wants to lie down. Writing for such a long time is not a big drain on his mind. He needs to relax in the afternoon.

Reading novels, watching videos, watching live broadcasts... Time passes by so quietly.

As an existence whose cooking skills have long been beyond the scope of mortals, Yao Ziyan cooked a sumptuous lunch in less than half an hour. Luo Chuan really didn't understand how she did it.

Perhaps, in a sense, it was no different from doing a disservice to him?

Luo Chuan suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart. The frustration came and went quickly. He was quickly convinced by the deliciousness of the cooking, and he didn't even think about those things.

"Boss, you can say it." Yao Ziyan said vaguely while eating the food.

"Oh, good." Luo Chuan nodded, sorting out the thoughts in his mind, "Actually, there's not much content. If you read it yourself, you can read it in at most ten minutes."

"But you promised me." Yao Ziyan's voice sounded a little aggrieved, her star-like purple eyes stared at Luo Chuan, and there was even a faint glow of water.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say it." Luo Chuan couldn't stand this the most, so he raised his hand to surrender, and at the same time, he felt a little emotional, and he would never have seen Yao Ziyan's expression before.

Luo Chuan is very good at telling stories, but he is too lazy to tell stories on weekdays. Even if he does, he basically only tells half of it. This may be a special habit, or it can be called bad taste. Of course, it may also be pure laziness.

Of course, that's just for ordinary customers, Yao Ziyan is different from them.

Luo Chuan cleared his mind - well, she just took out the magic phone and watched it again, anyway Yao Ziyan didn't care about it, she just wanted to hear Luo Chuan tell stories...

"'The rays of light in the sky are gradually fading, and before the sun sets, the last ray of golden light is sprinkled on the earth, and everything on the ground is coated with a mottled light golden light and shadow, I narrowed my eyes slightly, admiring this The sunset in the square world is very different from the ice and snow world in memory.”

"Soullock uses a diary method, but I always feel that the first-person novel is a bit weird. Forget it, let's not talk about this, the content of this part should be Soullock's review of his past experiences - well I know This is nonsense, by the way, I should have told you something about the soul lock before, right?"

Yao Ziyan nodded: "I said that there was something wrong with the memory of the soul lock because it was affected by the power of the gods."

"That's it." Luo Chuan stuttered, "The memory of the soul lock has been lost a lot under the influence of the power of the Lord of Doom. The authenticity of these suddenly recalled and those left over cannot be judged at all, so it is normal. Fiction is fine, of course I tend to think they are real."

"Well...but most customers feel that this diary is no different from other novels. It's a fictional story."

"I don't care about this, and it's not bad for them to think so." Luo Chuan shook his head, "What did you just say?"

"The first paragraph."

"Well, then let's start the second paragraph."

Yao Ziyan couldn't help it a little bit: "Boss, you don't need to tell each paragraph separately, just tell it according to your own understanding."

"Cough, I see."

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 who accidentally came into contact with the power of the Lord of Doom...

"So, is the race of soul locks actually elves?" Yao Ziyan put her hand on her chin, looking thoughtful, "It seems that there is such a race in Tianlan Continent, but I have never seen it before."

"Is there any relevant record in the Monster Beast 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 out too much hope. It's the same for other forces." Yao Zi

Yan smiled, "Isn't it better to ask the author directly?"

"The key is that the author himself is confused." Luo Chuan sighed helplessly.

Just as Yao Ziyan was preparing for lunch, Luo Chuan had a brief conversation with Soul Lock on the magic phone, which did not exceed his expectations. 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 needs to be investigated at the beginning. Some of the more critical parts are covered in one stroke using the Spring and Autumn brushwork, which is more convenient to add various settings in the later stage. Anyway, Luo Chuan likes to do this. If the information is dead, I don't know how much effort it will take to modify it later.

"That's it." Yao Ziyan nodded lightly and said in a deep voice, "It's a bit similar to the Kraken, they disappeared in the Tianlan Continent for a long time, and they even forgot about their race in the world, and then because of various All sorts of reasons resurfaced - mostly boss-related."

Luo Chuan pouted, thinking that maybe this is the so-called physique of the protagonist. People sit at home and things come from the sky, also known as the physique of things, and a certain housekeeper is the culprit behind all this.

(End of this chapter)

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