Chapter 1767: Staying up late is a bad behavior

Regarding Luochuan's timing method, Yao Ziyan was completely speechless. She felt that it was purely because a certain boss had a lazy cancer attack and wanted to rest for a few more days.

The recent changes in Luochuan are obvious to all, and many customers are discussing in private whether he has been stimulated.

Of course Yao Ziyan will not interfere with Luochuan's decision. She has a clear understanding of her identity, and the clerk of Origin Mall is at most vomiting a few words about this.

The breakfast ended in a casual conversation between the two, and the business of Origin Mall was also announced.

A small courtyard somewhere in the east of the city.

Just getting up, Lin Wanshuang stretched her waist in front of the sun, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and her spiritual power began to work autonomously.

"Wan Shuang got up a bit late today."

Not far away, Wei Qingzhu had just finished his early morning practice. The morning is the time when the spiritual power of heaven and earth is the purest, and many cultivators will not miss this moment.

"I didn't pay attention to time when I wrote a novel, and I slept late."

Lin Wanshuang rubbed her forehead with a smile. Lack of sleep can easily affect her mental state. She feels that her head is a little dizzy, and she hasn't woken up much.

Wei Qingzhu came to Lin Wanshuang and held Lin Wanshuang's cheeks to look carefully, until the latter turned red, and said in a regretful tone: "Look at yourself, you have dark circles under your eyes."

After finally breaking free, Lin Wanshuang subconsciously touched her eyes when she heard this, she couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Really." Wei Qingzhu nodded confidently.

Lin Wanshuang looked a little troubled, and her groggy head instantly became a lot more energetic. Even a cultivator is very concerned about her own image.

I didn't know where I found a mirror-like object, held it in front of me and looked at it carefully, as if I wanted to determine the degree of dark circles under my eyes.

"Never stay up all night... By the way, do you think the owner's store will launch skin-improving products?"

The corner of Wei Qingzhu's eyes twitched. For a moment, she didn't realize what Lin Wanshuang was talking about. She just shrugged, "Perhaps there will be, after all, it's a ‘Mall’. It’s not surprising that there are any products."

In the following time, the two discussed in detail the topic of Origin Mall merchandise.

"By the way, where is Qiu Ying?" Wei Qingzhu finally remembered another friend of his own, "Why haven't you gotten up at this time? Did you stay up late to write novels like you?"

"She?" Lin Wanshuang finally stopped struggling with her dark circles, "not to mention staying up late to write novels, it would be nice to be able to maintain the original update speed."

As the author of "The Troubadour and Prince of the Fairy City", Song Qiuying has a large number of readers.

However, as we all know, the group of authors is the most prone to lazy cancer. They always find various excuses for themselves to procrastinate, and they call themselves "request leave if something happens."

Things like "I need to go out to do errands today", "Birthday celebration so take a break", "Friends come out to eat", etc. These are the most basic reasons for asking for leave.

More advanced ones will have more specific excuses, "the family urges blind dates to have to stop for a while", "the idea is exhausted and needs to go out to obtain materials", this is the advanced type.

A certain boss has reached the highest level, in simple terms, he can do whatever he wants.

Cough, pull it far.

"Talking about me?"

A weak voice came from behind the two of them. Lin Wanshuang and Wei Qingzhu looked back and were shocked. Their long hair was loose, their clothes were messy, and the dark circles on their faces were several degrees deeper than Lin Wanshuang.

"What...what did you do last night?" Wei Qingzhu was dumbfounded.

"Reading novels." Song Qiuying immediately became more energetic when he mentioned this topic. "There are so many interesting novels that I can't sleep if I don't see the next plot!"

Wei Qingzhu was quite speechless: "You are almost out of help."

"Are you sure you won't go to bed anymore?" Lin Wanshuang asked caringly. She has a gentler personality and assumes the role of a sister among the three.

"Don't sleep." Song Qiuying shook her head again and again, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, when I was looking for a new book on the magic phone last night, I saw a very interesting one."

Wei Qingzhu and Lin Wanshuang showed interest.

As the author team in the transformation of the mercenary team, they are very interested in information such as novels, and will deliberately collect this information on weekdays.

"This is it."

Song Qiuying took out the magic phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and then handed it to the two of them.

Wei Qingzhu took it subconsciously, and Lin Wanshuang came over curiously.

"This cover... It's strange, my goose bumps are all up." Wei Qingzhu looked at the cover displayed on the screen of the magic phone, and couldn't help touching the white and clean arm.

A weird black fog with a diameter of unknown geometry occupies there, surrounded by a weird and beautiful void space, bright light bands everywhere, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the black fog.

It's just a picture, but it seems to contain extremely weird power. It makes people feel very uncomfortable at the first glance, and there is a kind of rejection from life's most instinctive.

"The Diary of the End Master..." Lin Wanshuang whispered the words on the cover, "What a strange name."

"Diary? Now there are more and more novel types on the magic phone." Wei Qingzhu quickly broke away from the influence of the cover, and at the same time made a comment.

"What do you mean by the end sect leader?" Lin Wanshuang asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Song Qiuying shook her head, combing her messy hair. "Maybe it's some kind of special identity. There is no specific explanation for this in the novel."

"Have you seen it?" Wei Qingzhu returned the magic phone to Song Qiuying.

"Of course I've seen it." Song Qiuying rolled her eyes, thinking Wei Qingzhu was talking nonsense, "If I haven't seen it, why would I say this to the two of you? Wanshuang will cook quickly, I'm so hungry."

"Good." Lin Wanshuang responded with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

"Mapo tofu, steamed wings, crystal elbows, diced pork chili sauce, steamed pork ribs..." Song Qiuying began to declare the name of the dish.

"It's alright." Lin Wanshuang couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Is it another cooking that I saw in the cooking tutorial? I won't, I want to eat and cook by myself."

"The point is that neither will I." Song Qiuying blinked, looking pitiful.

"It doesn't work to be cute." Lin Wanshuang stood up, "What to eat and what to eat, so many demands."

"Eh, didn't you ask me what I want to eat?" Song Qiuying opened her eyes wide.

"I just asked casually, who knew you took it seriously."

Song Qiuying blankly watched Lin Wanshuang walk into the kitchen. After a long time, she returned to her senses: "Wanshuang has changed a lot. Is it because of the influence of the customers on the magic phone? Her personality was not like this before."

"Didn't you have changed a lot? At that time, I hated staying up all night." Wei Qingzhu said with a smile, "Always the one with the best mental state of the three of us."