[Chapter 980 Yao Ziyan’s writing talent 2/2]
When what he wrote finally showed some improvement…
he traveled through time and became a glorious Origin Mall owner.
Compared to before, Luochuan prefers the relaxed and comfortable life now.
Come to the counter and look at the screen of Yao Ziyan’s magic phone.
Yao Ziyan didn’t notice Luo Chuan’s arrival at all.
“…The sky is full of haze, and thick clouds are swaying in the sky like splashing ink. The sun looks pale and weak in the face of the clouds mixed with the dirty atmosphere, leaving only a pale white shadow to show its existence. .
Due to the erosion of the power of the plague, the trees on the ground showed a strange twisted posture. The skin that had completely turned into pitch black exuded a crazy aura, and the large gray-green erosion on it looked shocking.
Even so, these surviving trees are still trying their best to survive, stretching their branches to the sky in an attempt to get the last bit of sunlight.
The land that once nurtured countless lives has become a hotbed of plague. The land that has been hardened into granular shapes exudes a disgusting stench.
A land that has long since died.
Click!
The crisp sound echoed, and the skeleton with the blue soul fire floating in its eyes wandered aimlessly, and a dead branch under its feet was broken.
——The Hill of Death, the territory of the undead priest Shuka…”
Luochuan was silent.
Maybe…this is the so-called literary talent?
“Boss.” Yao Ziyan, who was immersed in the world of literature, noticed Luo Chuan who was watching, and asked hopefully, “How is my writing? Is it okay?” “
Very good.” Luo Chuan nodded, this is the most genuine thing. answer.
“It feels like there’s still a bit of a gap between what you wrote, boss.” Yao Ziyan sighed slightly disappointedly.
Hey hey hey, what’s going on with your tone?
This kind of writing style, this kind of literary talent is not satisfactory to me, so how embarrassed are the authors of online articles!
“No.” Luo Chuan shook his head, “Almost as good as me.”
Luo Chuan stood on the shoulders of giants.
Certain plot points have been modified according to his ideas, and the writing style, except for the first few chapters, is his own.
Luo Chuan thinks that there is not much difference between what Yao Ziyan wrote and what he wrote.
“Really?” Yao Ziyan’s purple eyes seemed to bloom with brilliance.
“Really.” Luo Chuan nodded with a serious expression.
(End of this chapter)
⑻ЬｏOk.
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