Chapter 1170: It's cold for heating
Luochuan's request to the system was ultimately not met.
On new products, the system abides by its guidelines.
After Luo Chuan discovered this, he could only choose to give up.
At the same time, I feel a little helpless. If you want to play the game, you have to do it yourself.
Well, but this seems to be a good thing, at least something has been done this time.
After playing a few rounds of fighting the landlord, I was confused and didn't know when I fell asleep.
The next day, early in the morning, the sky began to light.
Luo Chuan opened his eyes.
First, I looked at the ceiling for nearly a minute before yawning greatly.
Rubbing his eyes, getting up while getting dressed.
His sleep quality is good, and after such a while, his spirit has been completely awake.
Scratching his messy hair, Luo Chuan came to the window.
Turn it on, and the icy air in the morning suddenly blows over your face.
There was also a small mist of water in it, slapped on the face and neck, and the whole person couldn't help but feel excited.
Luo Chuan was a little surprised to find that the heavy rain that had lasted for a long time had now become a drizzle.
The rain is no longer noisy, and only by listening carefully can you notice the gentle and soft drizzle.
It sounds much better than before.
But this is too cold.
Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, a white mist rising.
Just stay in the store, warm and comfortable, he has no idea of going out.
"Boss, good morning." Yao Ziyan said good morning.
"Good morning." Luo Chuan also replied.
Say hello everyday in the morning.
After breakfast, the opening hours of Origin Mall was announced.
Step Lige came to the door of Origin Mall, and suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong with you?" Bu asked suspiciously.
Bu Lige shook his head, did not speak, his expression seemed to be brewing.
After a few seconds, he sneezed deeply, and then he sighed deeply and smiled.
He rubbed his nose: "Well, this weather is a bit cold."
"Didn't I say to let you wear more clothes!" Bu Shiyi stared.
"Anyway, it's just this distance on the road, and I've always stayed in the owner's shop." Step Lige smiled and walked into the Origin Mall.
Bu sighed helplessly, and then came to the store.
"Boss, Sister Ziyan, good morning." As usual, the two said good morning first.
"The temperature has dropped really fast recently." Bu Shiyi held a cup of milk tea with both hands.
After taking a sip of milk tea, the residual chill on his body was completely dispelled.
Slightly narrowed his eyes.
It's delicious.
On the other side, Bu Lige was panting "sizzling" with the very spicy fries, with fine beads of sweat faintly appearing on his forehead.
I quickly took a bottle of Coke from the shelf next to it and formed the Happy House Package. After unscrewing it, I took a big sip, and then I felt relieved.
In Tianlan Continent, the cultivators were not overly deified.
Even in Divine Soul and Guiyuan Realm, they should eat and drink like ordinary people.
At most, he has a stronger physique.
Only by asking Dao and Venerable can we truly feel a sense of detachment from the world.
Of course, this is just verbal detachment.
In this world, who can truly be a fairy who doesn't know the world?
Yuan Gui is the pinnacle of the venerable, one of the most powerful experts in Tianlan Continent.
Then I opened a small restaurant next to the Origin Mall. In addition to visiting the Origin Mall every day, I just stay in the store.
The lifestyle is your own choice, just follow your own heart.
As for the things like the fairy tales, most of them are just fabricated by storytellers.
noisily.
Over time, the shop gradually became lively.
"The heating system finally works, otherwise the house can't live." Wei Qingzhu, Song Qiuying, and Lin Wanshuang complained.
"Heating system?" Luochuan came with interest.
"Boss, don't you know?" Wei Qingzhu was puzzled at first, and then suddenly, "Well, it's normal not to know."
"It is to unify to provide a warm formation system for the buildings of Jiuyao City." Song Qiuying said.
"The winter months in Jiuyao City are very cold, and it is very difficult without a heating system." Wei Qingzhu ate potato chips, "It's not expensive, it's just a few silver coins."
Heating system...
Luochuan felt a little magical.
Although it has long been known that common sense cannot be used to judge the degree of civilization development in another world, at this time, it still can't help but give birth to a rather subtle feeling.
This is a fantasy version of the heater!
It sounds interesting.
"His, it's so cold, so cold." Jiang Shengjun came to the store shivering.
It was still the same umbrella as yesterday, and after training, he didn't even want to use any spiritual power.
I just feel uncomfortable all over.
Only the holographic equipment and the merchandise sold in Origin Mall can make him drag his uncomfortable body through such a long distance.
"Is it so cold?" Wei Qingzhu glanced at him a little puzzled.
"Of course." Jiang Shengjun felt that he had come alive after arriving at Origin Mall. "The cold wind pierced into the clothes, and the air was also very humid."
When Luo Chuan heard this, he couldn't help but think of the winter of the flower planter.
The winter in the north is a physical attack, as long as you wear thick, deadly armor, no matter how cold it is, it will take you.
The winter in the south is terrible, with magic attacks and penetrating effects, so it’s useless to wear more.
And tide, especially tide.
The magic attack also comes with a debuff, continuously losing blood.
Now Jiuyao City has a feeling of southern winter.
When the drizzle rained, the artistic conception was profound, but it also brought annoying dampness.
After dozens of days of heavy rain, the humidity of the air almost rose to saturation.
Even if you walk on the road with an umbrella, your clothes will become damp and greasy, making it uncomfortable to wear.
Of course, these Luochuan people who are in the Origin Mall can't experience it at all.
【small theater】
"Boss, boss, can you add some plots like fighting to your work? It looks so plain." Yao Ziyan had read the latest chapters and offered Luochuan suggestions.
Life is not easy, the boss sighed, Luochuan helplessly spread his hands: "But I really can only write about daily life."
"Well...this is also true." Yao Ziyan thought a little, then nodded in agreement.
"In addition, did you find any features of this book?" Luo Chuan's expression suddenly became a little mysterious.
"Characteristics?" Yao Ziyan thought for a while, his expression a little hesitant, "Daily?"
"This is just one of them." Luo Chuan lay on the back of the sofa, "I mean writing."
"Writing?" Yao Ziyan blinked.
"When I write something, I always subconsciously imitate the novel I'm reading." Luo Chuan smiled and pointed to himself, "I can perceive it. This is a very strange feeling."
"It turns out that this is the reason for the change in writing style." Yao Ziyan suddenly, a certain vague doubt that had always existed in his heart was answered.
