[Chapter 1024 Make some mooncakes 2/2]
The divine scripture in the hands of the Saint of Light bloomed with brilliance, hitting Bu Lige’s body and pulling him closer.
A smile flashed in Bu Lige’s eyes. At this moment, both of them were within the range of the ultimate move.
Accompanied by chants that sounded like Jiuyou, powerful energy gathered in the sky, and meteorites filled with flames crashed down…
After a brief silence, Bu Lige heard exclamations in his ears.
“No way, you actually won?”
“It’s amazing.”
“I’ll be resurrected immediately and try to deal with them in one wave…”
Luo Chuan only wanted to say one thing now.
If three people hit one and all of them were killed, would they be able to play?
Feeling uninteresting, I returned to my seat behind the counter.
Bored, paddling.
“Hurry up, my game time is almost over.” Bu Lige urged.
“Our time seems to be coming to an end.”
“Then hurry up…”
About a few dozen seconds later, the opposite base crystal shattered, and the game came to an end.
“Eh? What’s going on? There’s still so much left?” Bu Lige looked at his own duration and whispered to himself in confusion.
At the same time, I also heard doubts from teammates and opponents.
Bu Lige took off his helmet and prepared to ask Luo Chuan.
“Look at the usage time of the holographic equipment on the whiteboard, it’s actually changed!”
Some customers noticed something unusual.
Bu Lige looked subconsciously and opened his eyes in surprise: “Three hours turned into four hours?!” A
customer was already asking Luo Chuan loudly.
“Yeah.” Luo Chuan gave a simple response.
It immediately sparked a buzz among customers.
“Boss, what’s for lunch?” Most of the morning had passed, Yao Ziyan asked Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan had no opinion on this: “You can figure it out.”
“Okay.” Yao Ziyan nodded in agreement.
“By the way, we can make some mooncakes.” Luo Chuan suddenly thought of something.
“Mooncake?” Yao Ziyan was confused.
“Some kind of food to eat when admiring the moon.” Luo Chuan said.
“But we can’t see the moon now.” Yao Ziyan glanced outside the store subconsciously. The heavy rain was still continuing, and the clouds in the sky showed no signs of dissipating.
Luochuan was silent for a few seconds: “…Just think of it as being in line with the reality of an author who has no outline or manuscript.”
Yao Ziyan:…
(End of this chapter)
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