[Chapter 1587 Write a novel for me 2/2]
The former leader of the Doomsday Court finally bowed his head to life.
Yao Ziyan was obviously stunned for a moment.
Even if I knew about this during the day, it would still be difficult to react when I heard about it again.
“Um…autobiography?”
“Well, it’s just that the writing speed is too slow.”
In most of the day, he ended up writing so little, and Luo Chuan didn’t want to complain at this speed.
“It definitely takes some getting used to when you first start writing.” Yao Ziyan said with a smile, “It will get better gradually in the future.”
As an author in Origin Reading, she has experience in this area.
“Maybe.” Luo Chuan was noncommittal.
After writing for a long time, some people’s speed will indeed improve, while others will see no change.
Varies from person to person.
Luochuan didn’t know what kind of soul lock it was.
“Hey, boss.” Yao Ziyan put down the things and poked Luo Chuan.
“Huh?”
“Are you planning to turn all the members of the divine court into the authors of the magic phone?” “
This is a good idea.”
Luo Chuan nodded, he had indeed thought about it before.
What’s the point of destroying the world? Just stay in the system space and write novels!
It’s all spiritual pollution.
Luo Chuan didn’t believe that the novel could not compare with the words of the Lord of the End.
“I think it’s quite interesting.” Yao Ziyan said with a smile.
Therefore, it is said that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. Demon Ziyan has been more or less influenced by Luo Chuan after being together for a long time.
Hmm…
something doesn’t seem right.
If this is really the case, doesn’t it mean that he is actually dark inside?
Luochuan considers himself a good young man who abides by the law.
He has lived under the glory of socialism and the country since he was a child.
There is absolutely no way this is the case.
It must be the influence of the customers on the magic phone, and he and Yao Ziyan were influenced by it.
Yes, that’s it.
“After dinner, the food will be cold.” Luo Chuan ended this strange topic.
Of course, what he said was nonsense.
It is impossible for the dishes to get cold.
Because the inside of the tableware is engraved with micro-arrays that maintain temperature, the food can always be maintained at its most delicious state.
When it comes to eating, Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan will never wrong themselves.
Speaking of this, Luochuan thought of something inexplicably.
By the way, there is probably a tentacle in the system space that he uses as food…
Let’s not talk about this for now.
Just pretend it’s not okay.
Start eating.
As for what happened before the meal, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention it.
This current state is what they are most accustomed to.
If the change is really deliberate, it will make them uncomfortable.
Let nature take its course.
Take your time, step by step.
That’s pretty much what Luo Chuan was thinking.
Anyway, there is plenty of time.
The last thing he lacks is time.
The big deal is to make another movie, right?
However, judging from the current situation, it is indeed not necessary.
Talk to him when he’s interested.
Xinkai Seiko went home, and she didn’t know what she was doing now.
Luo Chuan had great expectations for the five seconds shot by the effeminate Makoto Shinkai.
It’s just that the Star Empire is not very powerful.
The extent of the progress of that transportation network is really worrying.
Luo Chuan also knew that this speed was actually very fast, and it was only less than a month from the beginning to now.
Forget it, it’s the same sentence as before.
Take it easy.
(End of this chapter)
⑻BOOК.
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