Chapter 980 Demon Ziyan's Writing Talent

Yuan Gui looked at the three people who were fighting the landlord, and didn't bother to bother anymore.

While walking to Sakura Village, he thought about the meaning of Luo Chuan's words.

with me?

That is to say, I can pick as much as I want.

Yuan Gui thought of coming to the Origin Mall every morning, and the cherry blossoms on the cherry trees would bloom brilliantly.

There are a few days when the cherry blossoms in the morning of cherry blossoms look a little sparse, I don’t know if it is an illusion...

A few minutes later, Yuan Gui walked out of Sakura Village.

After saying hello, I left the Origin Mall, and the sound of rain instantly filled my ears.

Walking in the alley, the rain is isolated by spiritual power.

There was no light in Yuan Gui's store, and it was pitch black.

Yuan Gui has already sent a message in the group chat he created, and it is closed tonight.

In this regard, old customers such as the Buddha of Mount Sumeru, who were accustomed to Yuangui's restaurant's meals, asked the reason one after another.

The answer given by Yuan Gui is very simple - develop new dishes.

Passing through the rain curtain, the store door of Yuangui Store was opened.

The array set up in the store sensed Yuan Gui's arrival, and the bright light lit up.

"Sakura stuffed..."

"The food made by cherry blossoms is exciting..."

After dinner, Yao Ziyue left.

Because he had nothing to do, Luo Chuan came to Oran using a holographic device.

Keep paddling here...

Ahem, gather information about this world.

Luo Chuan was walking on the road with a snack that looked like a candied gourd in his hand.

The transparent syrup wraps the red fruit of unknown name, sour and sweet, very delicious.

. Surrounded by rows of houses with the style of another world, there are bustling residents of other worlds dressed in various costumes.

Luo Chuan was in it, but there was no inconsistency at all.

"I'm talking about the system." Luo Chuan looked at the commodities around him, and a thought appeared in his heart for no reason.

"Boss, what's the matter?" The system was always online and responded accordingly.

"Can I open a shop here too?" Luo Chuan asked.

The system was silent and did not respond.

Luo Chuan was in no hurry and waited patiently.

"...The calculation is completed, the world analysis level does not meet the requirements." The system replied.

"Can't you..." Luo Chuan was not disappointed. After all, he just asked casually, "What does the level of world resolution mean?"

"It can't be described in words. This world is rather special and cannot interfere too much with the current level of analysis."

"In other words, as the level of analysis improves, can you open a store here?"

It's interesting to think about opening a store in the virtual world of a store.

Of course, Luo Chuan definitely didn't do this because he felt interesting.

Because of the ninth natural disaster in the world of Kolo, many intelligent races have been destroyed.

Luo Chuan just felt that he had to do something about it.

Well, yes, that's it.

"According to your understanding, boss, this is indeed the case." The system affirmed Luo Chuan's words.

Luo Chuan's expression remained the same, and he was completely immune to the system's vaguely complaining about his ability to understand.

"When will the level of analysis be improved to the extent of opening a store?" Luo Chuan continued to ask.

"It's impossible to predict accurately."

Without wasting any more time on this topic, I ended the conversation with the system.

After eating all the candied haws from the different world, he threw the lottery into the trash can by the road, and Luo Chuan withdrew from the virtual world.

He took off his helmet and yawned.

Yao Ziyan held the magic phone, sometimes frowning and tangled, sometimes looking excited, and sometimes holding her breath in contemplation.

Luo Chuan seemed to see the shadow of himself before.

When he was on Earth, Luo Chuan was a full internet fan.

I have read a lot of web articles of fantasy, sci-fi, urban, light novel and many other types.

My favorite is light novels.

I have read a lot of online articles, and I have been promoted from Xiaobai to the realm of the old bookworm. The traditional Xiaobai article is hard to read.

Readers who reach this state are usually faced with two choices.

Either go to great lengths to find web articles that suit your taste in the vast world of online articles, or join an online writer and write your own stories.

Of course, it is not that you can only choose one of the two. The benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom.

Luo Chuan chose to join.

At first, Luo Chuan was naturally full of enthusiasm, and even thought about the days after he became a god every day.

But the few collections and the daily income of a few cents clearly demonstrated the fact that he was on the street.

After seeing this fact clearly, Luo Chuan gradually abandoned the original blind and ridiculous idea, and began to study the works of various great gods from the perspective of a writer.

When his writing finally starts to pick up...

A crossover occurred and became a glorious origin store owner.

Compared with the past, Luo Chuan prefers the relaxed and comfortable life now.

Come to the counter and look at the screen of the magic phone.

Yao Ziyan didn't notice Luo Chuan's arrival.

『…The sky is full of haze, the heavy clouds are like splashing ink on the sky, the sun is facing the mixed

The cloudy cloud of foul breath is pale and feeble, leaving only a pale shadow to show its existence.

Because of the erosion of the plague power, the trees on the ground showed a strange twisted posture. The completely black skin exudes a crazy atmosphere, and the large gray-green erosion on the top is shocking. Even so, these lingering trees are still trying their best to survive, their branches reaching out to the sky trying to get the last bit of sunlight.

The land that once nurtured countless lives has become a breeding ground for plagues, and the granulated land exudes a disgusting stench.

A land long dead.

Click!

The crisp sound reverberated, and the skeleton with the blue soul fire floating in its eye sockets wandered aimlessly, and a dead branch under his feet was already broken.

——The Hill of Death, the domain of the undead priest Shuka..."

Luo Chuan was silent.

Maybe... this is the so-called literary astronomy?

"Boss." Yao Ziyan, who was immersed in the literary world, noticed Luo Chuan, who was on the sidelines, and asked with a hopeful expression, "How is my writing? Is it possible?"

"Very good." Luo Chuan nodded, which was the most sincere answer.

"I feel that there is still a little gap between what you wrote, boss." Yao Ziyan sighed in disappointment.

Hey hey, what's with your tone?

This kind of writing, this kind of literary talent is not satisfied with myself, so what makes those Internet writers feel bad!

"No." Luo Chuan shook his head, "It's almost the same as me."

Luo Chuan is standing on the shoulders of giants.

Some of the plots have been modified according to his ideas, and the writing style is his own except for the first few chapters.

Luo Chuan thought that compared with what Yao Ziyan wrote, there was not much difference.

. "Really?" Yao Ziyan's purple eyes seemed to bloom with brilliance.

"Really." Luo Chuan nodded with a serious expression.