[Chapter 1170 The weather is cold and heated 2/2]
This is a fantasy version of heating!
It sounds interesting.
“Hiss, it’s so cold.” Jiang Shengjun came to the store shivering.
It was still the same umbrella as yesterday. After training, he didn’t even want to use a little bit of spiritual power.
I just feel uncomfortable all over my body.
Only the holographic equipment and products sold in the Origin Mall could allow him to drag his uncomfortable body across such a long distance.
“Is it that cold?” Wei Qingzhu glanced at him a little puzzled.
“Of course.” Jiang Shengjun felt alive after arriving at Origin Mall. “The cold wind penetrated his clothes, and the air was also very damp.” When
Luo Chuan heard this, he couldn’t help but think of the winter at the flower grower’s house.
The winter in the north is a physical attack. As long as you wear thick clothes and pile up armor as much as possible, no matter how cold it is, it will not be able to defeat you.
The winter in the south is terrible. Magic attacks and penetrating effects are useless no matter how much you wear.
And it’s very, very fashionable.
The magic attack also comes with a debuff, which continuously drops blood.
Jiuyao City now feels like winter in the south.
The drizzle is falling, which brings a profound artistic conception, but also brings an annoying moisture.
Heavy rains for dozens of consecutive days have raised the humidity of the air to almost saturation levels.
Even if you walk on the road with an umbrella, your clothes will become damp and greasy, making them uncomfortable to wear.
Of course, Luo Chuan, who was in the Origin Mall, could not understand this at all.
[Small Theater]
“Boss, boss, can you add some fighting or other plots to the work you wrote? It looks so bland.” Yao Ziyan has finished reading the latest chapter and made suggestions to Luo Chuan.
Life is not easy, the boss sighed, and Luochuan spread his hands helplessly: “But I really can only write about daily life.” “
Well… that’s true.” Yao Ziyan thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
“Also, have you noticed any characteristics of this book?” Luo Chuan’s expression suddenly became a little mysterious.
“Characteristics?” Yao Ziyan thought for a while, her expression a little hesitant, “It’s more everyday?”
“This is just one of them.” Luo Chuan lay on the back of the sofa, “I mean writing.” “
Writing. ?” Yao Ziyan blinked.
“When writing, I always subconsciously imitate the novel I am reading.” Luo Chuan smiled and pointed at himself, “I can detect it. This is a very strange feeling.” “It turns out that this is the
reason for the change in writing style. Ah.” Yao Ziyan suddenly understood, and some vague doubts that had always existed in her heart were answered.
(End of this chapter)
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