Chapter 1902 You Have Been Caught Too

"Luo Chuan, aren't you jealous?" Yao Ziyan lay on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, staring at Luo Chuan to see his reaction.

"Why should I be jealous?" Luo Chuan was inexplicably said by Yao Ziyan, and stopped studying the spar, and looked up suspiciously.

"I hugged Su Nan just now." Yao Ziyan blinked and reminded seriously.

"……That's it?"

Luo Chuan is now very confused about what image he has in Yao Ziyan's mind. He can't do anything about the life that Su Nan has chosen. Of course, Yao Ziyan can give Su Nan some warmth.

"Actually, my surname is a good celebrity, and I'm a good person."

A good person is a good person, and a bad person is a bad person. The two are completely different. Luo Chuan feels that he is a good person.

"Well, I know you're a good person." Yao Ziyan sent Luo Chuan a good person card with no money.

"Forget it, when I didn't say anything." Luo Chuan felt that this topic should end here. He is a good person, but it always feels weird to talk about it, so it's better not to talk about it.

Yao Ziyan snorted twice, and his eyes fell on the spar in his hand.

"This is... the same power as Soul Lock?"

Yao Ziyan had seen Soul Lock before, and was no stranger to that kind of energy similar to black mist. Now she is about to become the real God of Destiny, and she feels no threat at all.

"Same, but there are differences."

Luo Chuan threw the spar twice, and he could feel that the black mist in the spar contained a stronger divine aura. According to the words of Soul Lock before, this was about to see the great Lord of the End.

No wonder there are mental issues.

In addition, he was unlucky enough. Maybe it was better to meet the demon emperor than to meet Su Nan, but Luo Chuan never knew that the great black-scale leader had actually met the demon emperor before.

"He is Soul Lock's colleague?" Yao Ziyan asked suddenly.

"Colleague... Well, it's not wrong to say that, but it's a former colleague." Luo Chuan affirmed Yao Ziyan's ability to generalize, and then sighed softly, "A long-lost mainline."

It has been a long time since the end of the Divine Court appeared in his field of vision, but it has never shown its true face until now. At most, it is just the tip of the iceberg. God knows when they will really appear. before the world.

"What are you going to do?" Yao Ziyan continued to eat potato chips without the slightest worry.

"Don't do anything." Luo Chuan yawned, "I live well, I don't care what they do?"

Luo Chuan's attitude is very clear. Anyway, these theoretical villains are staying in the dark now, and he doesn't bother to pay attention. Everyone has nothing to do with each other, and each develops its own way.

Well, it's actually lazy.

Besides, Luo Chuan didn't need to make any preparations at all. When the strength gap was large to a certain extent, it didn't make much sense to prepare or not.

"That's it." Yao Ziyan was not surprised by Luo Chuan's attitude, took out a potato chip and handed it to Luo Chuan's mouth, "Please eat potato chips."

"To invite me with my things?"

"You don't eat? If you don't, I'll eat it myself."

"eat."

There is no way to deal with the spar Luochuan left by Su Nan. According to her guess, this special form of life can quickly return to its original state as long as it has enough energy.

Luo Chuan thought about it, and simply threw it into the system space.

Anyway, the two came from the same company. Maybe they used to be colleagues. They looked down and didn't look up. Soul Lock should be very happy to see their friends want to come. Finally, they have companions. Maybe there will be a kind of sympathy and sympathy for each other. mentality.

"You were arrested too? 』

"You're actually here too. 』

"Hey, not much to say, we are the new colleagues of the new company from today on, let me familiarize you with the company environment first. 』

"Thank you, it's really troublesome. 』

"You're welcome, maybe more old colleagues will come over in the future. 』

system space.

The black fog has condensed into a huge seat with a solid form, and there is a real black fog entrenched on it. The magic mobile phone floats in front of the black fog, and the projected light screen refreshes various kinds of things at a speed far exceeding human vision. various information.

This is a habit that Soul Lock has developed recently.

When I have nothing to do, I will change my form and browse readers' comments on the works in the most comfortable way. Most of them have good reviews, but there are naturally also bad reviews. There are always difficult facts. This is something that cannot be solved at all. Let everyone love the stories he writes.

His decision to create "The Diary of the Last Dean" was influenced by an unknown customer on the magic mobile phone. Originally, he just wanted to find a way to pass the time and record his own experience for thousands of years. Years later, people still remember his name in this way.

But now Soul Lock has gradually liked the process of writing. He looks forward to seeing readers' comments on the stories he wrote. In the eyes of those readers, these are just stories, but for him, these are not only Just stories.

Of course, if the number of comments increases, there will inevitably be a few that make Soul Lock irritable.

If it wasn't that he couldn't leave the system space and couldn't find their true identities through the magic mobile phone, the soul lock would definitely let them know what it means to send warmth along the network cable. Fortunately, his current mental state has become much gentler.

"Dude, this is

Is it the easy healing type of story mentioned in the introduction? 』

"It looks good, I have already recommended it to my friends. 』

『 Urge more urge more urge more. 』

"It's so healing, I've been preparing to quit novels for 30 days. 』

"..."

It is naturally unrealistic to reply to all customer messages, and Soul Lock has no habit of replying, at most it is to leave a sentence at the end of the chapter.

Space fluctuations suddenly appeared not far away, converging into a vortex.

Soul lock has long been surprised, looking forward to the boss throwing something over this time, as long as it is not the fruit that tasted fresh in his memory before.

When the space vortex disappeared, what appeared in front of the soul lock was a transparent spar with a wisp of black mist sealed.

Soul Lock was obviously stunned there, as if he was stunned by the impact of the scene in front of him, so he didn't know how to react.

After a few seconds, the black mist quickly gathered and condensed into a soul lock that made people lose their sanity.

The tentacles turned into black mist grabbed the spar in front of him, as if confirming something, and soon the eyes on Soul Lock's scale-covered face showed a rather surprised look.

"Black scales?"