The vast and lonely space is quiet and silent, and the dazzling light bands spread out in the distance like a curtain layered on top of each other, like a bright cosmic starry sky, without directional gravity, and the rules are in an extrely weird state.
The soul is locked in the boundless nothingness.
He has beco accustod to the life here. From the initial irritability to the current heart, the change is so great that even he himself is a little unbelievable.
Maybe it is because the voice of the lord of the end is not in my mind?
Soul Lock doesn't know the answer, but the magic phone must have played a great role in this process. Perhaps in a sense, he is still a custor of Origin Mall.
Having been busy for so long, he has written a lot of his own experience.
He actually recalled a lot of mories he thought had been forgotten, and the original writing was also revised, and it took such a long ti to finally be barely satisfied.
By the way, since it wants to be published on the magic phone, a na is needed.
After thinking about it for a long ti, a pretty good na finally ca to mind-"The Diary of the End Master."
Soul Lock has seen countless mbers of the Court of the End, who have forgotten themselves, and the whispers in his mind will gradually swallow their mories. When they are completely captured by the whispers, they will beco part of the Lord of the End.
Soul Lock hopes to use a "diary" to prove that he has existed in this world.
The golden vertical eyes like a crawling creature quietly looked at the screen of the magic phone, even if it was him, there was a sense of tension in his heart for no reason at this ti.
Subconsciously took a few deep breaths, as if he could calm his mood by this.
The cover was taken by him himself. The subject is a strange black fog, which just looks uncomfortable. The background is the strange space he is in, and the visual impact is very strong.
"Are you confirming the release of "The Diary of the End Master"? 』
A light curtain suddenly popped up in front of him, and Soul Lock was not surprised by this. He hesitated for a long ti and finally made a decision and chose the confird option.
The content on the light curtain suddenly changed.
"Your work "The Diary of the End Master" was successfully released. Please keep it updated daily and abide by the work specifications. I hope you will be on the top of the list as soon as possible. 』
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Soul Lock's expression was a bit trance, and the light curtain showed the work he had just released. The text that had been revised many tis before, and was already so familiar that it could no longer be familiar, now seed to have a slightly different feeling.
According to the custors on the magic phone, he is now a contract author of Origin Mall.
"Author..."
The soul lock grumbled, with a bit of emotion in his words.
His dignified patriarch of the last gods...forr patriarch, the transcendent existence of the middle-level venerable realm, now he is reduced to the author of the story, I am afraid that no one will believe it.
From inexplicably under the na of the last lord to another god, life is really full of fun...
The soul lock shook his head, his nails scratched his cheeks a few tis, and sparks burst out. The "creaking" sound was extrely harsh, and he was about to start writing a story.
Although he has a manuscript, he can't rely on manuscript to spend every day. Writing is also a state of affairs, which can be confird by Soul Lock's personal experience.
So ti ago, he was in a bad mood because Doudizhu always lost, so he didn't write for a few days.
When thinking about writing and regaining his original state, it took him a long ti, Soul Lock kept this matter in his heart and insisted on writing every day.
…
Luo Chuan opened his eyes and stared blankly at the snow-white roof.
who am I?
Where am i?
What am i doing?
After a long ti at a loss, he realized that he had returned to Origin Mall.
Yao Ziyan is a bit unaccustod to not being around, but her sleep quality has improved a lot.
Sitting up, scratching his hair, and stretching, he left the soft and comfortable bed a little reluctantly.
The morning sun shines through the window to illuminate the dust in the room, and the gentle breeze cos oncoming along the cracks in the window, moist and fresh. Today should be a good weather.
Walking out of the room, I just saw Yao Ziyan leaving the room with a yawn.
Xu had just woke up, with so laziness on his face, and so ssy long hair scattered randomly. Rubbing his hazy eyes with his hands, he noticed Luochuan in front of him.
"The boss got up early."
The voice was soft and waxy, a bit more dull and cute than usual.
"Can't sleep." Luochuan looked at Yao Ziyan's appearance, and couldn't help feeling a little funny, "Why don't you seem to be awake?"
When he was about to go to bed on weekdays, Yao Ziyan didn't have much sleepiness. This girl had less sleep ti than Luochuan.
"I didn't pay attention to the ti when I read the novel." Yao Ziyan was still in that daze.
Rejecting Luo Chuan's suggestion to let him go to sleep, he yawned and went into the kitchen.
Luo Chuan felt a little uneasy, and simply followed, of course, just to beat the skin and peel the ingredients.
It’s already half an hour after the breakfast is ready.
As usual, I poured a few bottles of Coca-Cola, Sprite, etc. for the World Tree. After a long ti no see, it seed to be a lot more luxuriant, and the green leaves glowed with dots of light.
Luo Chuan didn't know what he thought of, and smacked his lips.
The World Tree imdiately radiated an alert mind.
"I didn't want to do anything to you?" Luo Chuan's reaction to the potted plants in the store was rather speechless.
The world tree can't speak.
Luo Chuan didn't pay attention anymore, his eyes fell on the sa small black ball that hadn't been seen for a long ti, and he suddenly had a bold idea just now.
Reach out and poke.
The little black ball is unknown, because the whole body is black, Luo Chuan can't tell which side of it is right.
"The glorious task of watering it in the future is left to you."
Luo Chuan regretted why he didn't think of this earlier, it shouldn't be.
Xiao Heiqiu looked at Luo Chuan's back and continued to be unsure.
The breakfast taste is mainly light, and it is still the type of Guangzhou morning tea. The stead dumplings with crystal clear texture, soft and sweet pastries that are not nad, and the sweet and salty porridge with rich materials...
Luo Chuan felt that if Yao Ziyan prepared breakfast according to this type, it should not be repeated for a long ti.
"On the first day of the holiday, take a good rest today." Luochuan has already made a plan, and at the sa ti sent a stead dumpling to his mouth. The mouth is flexible and elastic, and it tastes smooth and fresh.
I don’t know what kind of biological at it is, but it tastes good anyway.
"Eh, the first day? Isn't today the second day?" Yao Ziyan was a little surprised.
"Huh?" Luo Chuan corrected Yao Ziyan's words, "Your timing thod is wrong, I an yesterday is not counted, today and tomorrow are two days off. The day after tomorrow, I set off to Yaogu to finish the rest of the movie. "
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