Chapter 1840 Who Is a Serious Person Who Writes a Diary?

"Yuan Gui, what do you think the true identity of the god of death is? The boss must have a deeper purpose in designing this character, perhaps to pave the way for the next film? It seems that he never explained the origin of the god of death from beginning to end, even if Yue asked. This question was also obscured by the god of death. Oh, right, is there only one god of death, Ryuk, in the world? Will the god of death be a group? Does the god of death have his own enemies? Everything is about balance, I It feels like there should be, maybe their enemy is the legendary angel..."

The movie screening has ended. Yuan Gui and Meng Changkong are walking in the corridor made of light blue crystal, surrounded by a bustling crowd, all discussing the story of the movie. Yuan Gui is studying the specific composition of the crystal. As for Meng Changkong, Still immersed in a state of excitement, unable to extricate himself.

For Meng Changkong's words, Yuan Gui felt that there was still some truth to it. Angels and Death Gods, maybe the boss really had such an idea.

A few minutes later, before they noticed it, they had already reached the exit of the corridor. Yuan Gui looked back, and the light blue crystal stretched to the end of his sight, like a dream world in the deep sea. He didn't even notice where the exit was. appeared when.

It seems that it can only be attributed to some conceptual level of influence.

I always feel that many high-level things in the Origin Mall are always used in strange ways...

Walking out of the cinema, Yuan Gui turned his head to look at this building that was completely out of the mundane category. Every detail of those ever-changing structures contained the cosmic principles that would amaze the Venerable. They were reorganizing all the time, blinking an eye. It's a whole new form.

"Look at it again and again..."

Yuan Gui let out a sigh. Before he came, he learned some news related to the cinema through his magic mobile phone. He clearly remembered the weird look on Wen Tianji's face when he talked about these things, and there was a faint "I have completely seen it". Feel.

Who would have thought that this kind of knowledge far beyond Tianlan Continent actually formed Lianliankan? This is similar to buying a computer with the highest configuration and only using it to play Tetris, or even more outrageous, is this what a normal person can think of?

It seems that the boss is not a normal person, he is a god-level existence! Yuan Gui quickly convinced himself in his heart.

Leaving the weapon sales space, he came to the familiar main store again. The appearance of a certain boss Xianyu appeared in his sight. While Yuan Gui was thinking about whether to go up and say something, Meng Zhangkong had walked over quickly. Start talking about what's on your mind.

Yuan Gui felt that Meng Changkong should not finish talking for a while.

Luo Chuan was still in a daze just now, and was a little confused by what Meng Changkong said. He could probably understand the meaning of it. It was nothing more than "When will you update the next plot? I'll urge you to update it." So many are purely his habit of talking.

Luo Chuan's response was also very simple: "I will consider it, not now, but later..."

Yuan Gui didn't know what Meng Changkong was thinking, but judging from his expression, his mood should be very complicated.

Luo Chuan yawned, took out his magic phone, and opened one of the screens. It was his newly written diary. "Who writes a diary?" It was true, but Luo Chuan still wanted to. Give it a try, maybe it can play a role in supervising yourself.

[The second day of the first screening of the film, the twenty-third day of the Midsummer Moon:

The reason I decided to write this diary is to warn myself that I can’t spend all my time in paddling and fishing, and always remember the busy time in the second half of the filming, as well as the full life of film editing, game production, and writing Sherlock Holmes…

The twenty-sixth day of the midsummer month:

Look at the magic phone, write, play cards, play mahjong, and go for a walk in St. Nia at night.

The twenty-seventh day of the midsummer month:

Watch the magic phone, write, play cards, play mahjong.

The twenty-eighth day of the midsummer month:

Looking at the magic phone, writing, playing cards, playing mahjong, there were a few glorious games in the afternoon.

The twenty-ninth day of the midsummer month:

Luochuan, ah Luochuan! How can you be so depraved! Did you forget the plan you made earlier? The Master said, "I examine my body three times a day." I can't go on like this any longer!

The 30th day of the midsummer month:

Watch the magic phone, write, play cards, play mahjong.

Luo Chuan began to write the latest diary.

[The 31st day of the midsummer month:

Look at the magic phone, play cards.

Close the page, I am very satisfied, and it is another fulfilling day.

At this time, it was almost noon, and the customers in the store left one after another. Yao Ziyan, who had been playing mahjong for most of the morning, finally remembered her identity as a clerk, came to her seat and stretched out, revealing her soft lines.

"What are you writing?" Yao Ziyan asked casually.

"Diary." Luo Chuan said.

"Diary..." Yao Ziyan's expression was a little subtle. She accidentally saw the contents of Luo Chuan's diary yesterday, and it was really difficult to express her opinion.

"By the way, please arrange the dubbing of Hearthstone's cards." Luo Chuan still remembers this. If only the characters have lines, it is not very interesting to play. When he played the Hearthstone game with Yao Ziyan before He understood this.

"Well, I see." Yao Ziyan nodded in agreement, and didn't feel anything wrong with Luo Chuan's behavior of pushing the task to herself, "Is there a time requirement? And there are lines, I remember. Boss, you seem to have only written less than half of the cards, right?"

"Uh, you can figure it out." Luo Chuan was very at ease with Yao Ziyan, and decided to give her full authority to complete it.

Yao Ziyan couldn't help but glance at Luo Chuan, she found that Luo Chuan seemed to have a tendency to gradually become the original habit, she had to remind herself: "Luo Chuan, didn't you say 'I am not the me I used to be' before. Well, I don't think it makes much difference."

Luo Chuan's movement of opening the magic phone froze slightly, thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have said this a few days ago, and then thinking about his recent attitude towards life, Luo Chuan coughed softly, his expression serious: "It's mainly because I have been really serious recently. It's nothing, I'll get busy when the game is over, I haven't forgotten the tavern plan in the City of Steel."

Yao Ziyan snorted, noncommittal.

Who made you the boss, everything you say is right.

She is just a little clerk, at most she can give some opinions in private, and Luo Chuan decides the main decision.

At the end of the short episode, Yao Ziyue stayed to eat, Yao Ziyan also had the idea of ​​imparting her cooking skills to Yao Ziyue, but the latter really had no talent, and she still stayed in the stage of washing vegetables for so long. , Luo Chuan was waiting quietly for dinner downstairs.