Regarding Luochuan's timing thod, Yao Ziyan was completely speechless. She felt that it was purely because a certain boss had a lazy cancer attack and wanted to rest for a few more days.
The recent changes in Luochuan are obvious to all, and many custors are discussing in private whether he has been stimulated.
Of course Yao Ziyan will not interfere with Luochuan's decision. She has a clear understanding of her identity, and the clerk of Origin Mall is at most vomiting a few words about this.
The breakfast ended in a casual conversation between the two, and the business of Origin Mall was also announced.
A small courtyard sowhere in the east of the city.
Just getting up, Lin Wanshuang stretched her waist in front of the sun, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and her spiritual power began to work autonomously.
"Wan Shuang got up a bit late today."
Not far away, Wei Qingzhu had just finished his early morning practice. The morning is the ti when the spiritual power of heaven and earth is the purest, and many cultivators will not miss this mont.
"I didn't pay attention to ti when I wrote a novel, and I slept late."
Lin Wanshuang rubbed her forehead with a smile. Lack of sleep can easily affect her ntal state. She feels that her head is a little dizzy, and she hasn't woken up much.
Wei Qingzhu ca to Lin Wanshuang and held Lin Wanshuang's cheeks to look carefully, until the latter turned red, and said in a regretful tone: "Look at yourself, you have dark circles under your eyes."
After finally breaking free, Lin Wanshuang subconsciously touched her eyes when she heard this, she couldn't believe it: "Really?"
"Really." Wei Qingzhu nodded confidently.
Lin Wanshuang looked a little troubled, and her groggy head instantly beca a lot more energetic. Even a cultivator is very concerned about her own image.
I didn't know where I found a mirror-like object, held it in front of and looked at it carefully, as if I wanted to determine the degree of dark circles under my eyes.
"Never stay up all night... By the way, do you think the owner's store will launch skin-improving products?"
The corner of Wei Qingzhu's eyes twitched. For a mont, she didn't realize what Lin Wanshuang was talking about. She just shrugged, "Perhaps there will be, after all, it's a ‘Mall’. It’s not surprising that there are any products."
In the following ti, the two discussed in detail the topic of Origin Mall rchandise.
"By the way, where is Qiu Ying?" Wei Qingzhu finally rembered another friend of his own, "Why haven't you gotten up at this ti? Did you stay up late to write novels like you?"
"She?" Lin Wanshuang finally stopped struggling with her dark circles, "not to ntion staying up late to write novels, it would be nice to be able to maintain the original update speed."
As the author of "The Troubadour and Prince of the Fairy City", Song Qiuying has a large number of readers.
However, as we all know, the group of authors is the most prone to lazy cancer. They always find various excuses for themselves to procrastinate, and they call themselves "request leave if sothing happens."
Things like "I need to go out to do errands today", "Birthday celebration so take a break", "Friends co out to eat", etc. These are the most basic reasons for asking for leave.
More advanced ones will have more specific excuses, "the family urges blind dates to have to stop for a while", "the idea is exhausted and needs to go out to obtain materials", this is the advanced type.
A certain boss has reached the highest level, in simple terms, he can do whatever he wants.
Cough, pull it far.
"Talking about ?"
A weak voice ca from behind the two of them. Lin Wanshuang and Wei Qingzhu looked back and were shocked. Their long hair was loose, their clothes were ssy, and the dark circles on their faces were several degrees deeper than Lin Wanshuang.
"What...what did you do last night?" Wei Qingzhu was dumbfounded.
"Reading novels." Song Qiuying imdiately beca more energetic when he ntioned this topic. "There are so many interesting novels that I can't sleep if I don't see the next plot!"
Wei Qingzhu was quite speechless: "You are almost out of help."
"Are you sure you won't go to bed anymore?" Lin Wanshuang asked caringly. She has a gentler personality and assus the role of a sister among the three.
"Don't sleep." Song Qiuying shook her head again and again, and suddenly thought of sothing, "By the way, when I was looking for a new book on the magic phone last night, I saw a very interesting one."
Wei Qingzhu and Lin Wanshuang showed interest.
As the author team in the transformation of the rcenary team, they are very interested in information such as novels, and will deliberately collect this information on weekdays.
"This is it."
Song Qiuying took out the magic phone, tapped a few tis on the screen, and then handed it to the two of them.
Wei Qingzhu took it subconsciously, and Lin Wanshuang ca over curiously.
"This cover... It's strange, my goose bumps are all up." Wei Qingzhu looked at the cover displayed on the screen of the magic phone, and couldn't help touching the white and clean arm.
A weird black fog with a diater of unknown geotry occupies there, surrounded by a weird and beautiful void space, bright light bands everywhere, forming an extrely sharp contrast with the black fog.
It's just a picture, but it seems to contain extrely weird power. It makes people feel very uncomfortable at the first glance, and there is a kind of rejection from life's most instinctive.
"The Diary of the End Master..." Lin Wanshuang whispered the words on the cover, "What a strange na."
"Diary? Now there are more and more novel types on the magic phone." Wei Qingzhu quickly broke away from the influence of the cover, and at the sa ti made a comnt.
"What do you an by the end sect leader?" Lin Wanshuang asked suddenly.
"I don't know." Song Qiuying shook her head, combing her ssy hair. "Maybe it's so kind of special identity. There is no specific explanation for this in the novel."
"Have you seen it?" Wei Qingzhu returned the magic phone to Song Qiuying.
"Of course I've seen it." Song Qiuying rolled her eyes, thinking Wei Qingzhu was talking nonsense, "If I haven't seen it, why would I say this to the two of you? Wanshuang will cook quickly, I'm so hungry."
"Good." Lin Wanshuang responded with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"
"Mapo tofu, stead wings, crystal elbows, diced pork chili sauce, stead pork ribs..." Song Qiuying began to declare the na of the dish.
"It's alright." Lin Wanshuang couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Is it another cooking that I saw in the cooking tutorial? I won't, I want to eat and cook by myself."
"The point is that neither will I." Song Qiuying blinked, looking pitiful.
"It doesn't work to be cute." Lin Wanshuang stood up, "What to eat and what to eat, so many demands."
"Eh, didn't you ask what I want to eat?" Song Qiuying opened her eyes wide.
"I just asked casually, who knew you took it seriously."
Song Qiuying blankly watched Lin Wanshuang walk into the kitchen. After a long ti, she returned to her senses: "Wanshuang has changed a lot. Is it because of the influence of the custors on the magic phone? Her personality was not like this before."
"Didn't you have changed a lot? At that ti, I hated staying up all night." Wei Qingzhu said with a smile, "Always the one with the best ntal state of the three of us."
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