Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"Yeah, stop making trouble... I'm sorry, sorry, I was wrong..."

The girl's long dark purple hair was attached to the side of her face, and her white dress was also wet, drawing a slender and graceful curve.

At this time, he was hiding behind the canopy of the boat, only showing a small head, waving a small white flag in his hand, surrendering.

Beautiful eyes are flowing, the head of China Yu Fang; the purple temples are hanging down, and the quality is dew; the water comes out of hibiscus, and the city is smiling.

The people on the side of the boat are like the moon, and their arms are frosty and snowy.

Luo Chuan showed the winner's smile, and threw the water ball in his hand toward the girl's direction, accurately hitting the girl's forehead leaving the bunker, causing an exclaim.

After a while.

Luo Chuan clutched his waist and sucked in a cold breath. He didn't understand why he could still suffer such real damage with his current strength. Could it be because of the identity of the Yao Ziyan god? It seems that only this is possible.

"Who told you to bully me..." Yao Ziyan sat aside while whispering while trying to wring out the moisture in his clothes, watching a certain boss grinning and feeling a little unbearable, "I didn't want to use it so hard...I Rub it for you."

Luochuan readily accepted Yao Ziyan's proposal.

I opened the clothes and looked at it, but the skin was a little red, and it didn't seem to be a big problem.

But at this time there is no problem and there should be a problem.

"Is it here? It looks like it's okay, Luo Chuan, why is your expression so exaggerated..."

Luo Chuan only felt a pair of cold and soft palms falling on his body, feeling very comfortable. In fact, Yao Ziyan would help him squeeze his shoulders on weekdays, but it was a completely different feeling than it is now.

The long purple hair has not been completely dried, and the demon purple smoke has not directly used its ability to remove moisture from the body.

The girl squatted beside Luo Chuan, as if suddenly reacting to what she was doing, her face was reddish, she lowered her head and did not look at Luo Chuan's eyes, her eyes turned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking in her mind.

Xu was a subconscious action, and every white and exquisite toe curled up.

Luo Chuan noticed this scene, thinking in his heart, if he had a chance, would he reach out and touch it, or...

Touch it twice?

Perceiving the change in Luo Chuan's mood, Yao Ziyan looked up at him suspiciously, and then noticed the gaze of a certain boss. He looked down, and his complexion suddenly turned red again.

The boss is still exactly the same as before, always wanting to touch her feet.

She really couldn't understand Luo Chuan's thoughts.

Luo Chuan was thinking in his heart how to make a reasonable request.

"Huh huh." Yao Ziyan coughed softly, stood up and let Luo Chuan end his cranky thinking, "I'll change my clothes."

"Can't you just steam dry the water?" Luo Chuan expressed doubts.

"No." Yao Ziyan shook his head and rejected Luochuan's proposal. "Now I am just an ordinary girl, and will not use any power beyond the scope of ordinary people. Before coming to Luochuan, you didn't mean to experience ordinary people. Is it human travel?"

"Uh, did I say that?" Luo Chuan was very uncertain.

"Said." Yao Ziyan nodded confidently.

"Well, I've already said it, but if it's not necessary and too much trouble, let's forget it." Luo Chuan is already a little inseparable from his own ability.

"You are free." Yao Ziyan laughed, "I just want to experience the life of ordinary people."

Luo Chuan watched the demon Ziyan disappear into his sight, and sat down in a random place and stared at the river in a daze. Now the ship had arrived at the center of the river.

The water is swaying, and there is no shore in the sky.

In the painting of Ten Miles of Green Mountains, Shuang Chong and hundreds of birds resemble Jiangnan.

Luo Chuan took out a bottle of Coke from the system space, and drank a big sip. According to the habits of the ancients, at this time, you should warm up a pot of sake and chant poems while drinking. That is the favorite of literati and poets. matter.

But he doesn't like drinking, just use Coke instead. As for reciting poems and making fus... To be honest, Luo Chuan can write a novel, so forget it.

Having said that, it seems that copying the public is something that many transversalists like to do. Those poems written by predecessors can always amaze countless people when necessary. It is indeed the old man who pretends to be a face-slapped face in countless transversal novels. Routine.

However, no matter how old the routine is, it still gives people a refreshing feeling and attracts many readers.

Actually, when readers change from Xiaobai to Laobai, they will definitely look down on those bad street slappers who pretend to be Xiaobaiwen, and they can often guess the next plot after seeing a certain character appear on the scene. Bai, how many Xiaobai...

Cough, pull it far.

In short, Luo Chuan feels that he can be regarded as a clear stream among the many traversers who have crossed into the fantasy world. From a certain perspective, he is actually a copyist, but he does not copy poems, only novels, songs, etc. Entertainment.

Hmm... Does this seem to show something?

Cough, Luo Chuan’s copy is actually not a simple copy, he will also add many things of his own, like the magical version of Sherlock Holmes, the glory version of Hearthstone, etc. The main theme is the same, and the specific details are the same. I don’t know how much it has been changed.

By the way, the boat Luochuan and Yao Ziyan rode is not the ancient awning boat. With the civilization level of the Star Empire, all aspects of society are developing rapidly, and the transportation on the water is still backward. Human vehicles.

The boat the two ride in is similar to a luxury yacht on the planet, with spiritual power as the energy source, and many formations as the core of the operation. It was originally leased. A certain boss bought it directly with rich money. From Luochuan's view, Lingjinghua had to go out. Meaning, it's just a string of numbers.

There was footsteps behind him, and Luo Chuan looked back.

Yao Ziyan has changed into a moon-white long dress with purple flower vines on the hem of the skirt. A pair of slender jade feet lightly step on the board of the boat, without powder and daisy, and the purple hair is simply rolled up on both sides. , The rest of the hair was hanging down, and his appearance was pure and refined, like that sleek but not demon-looking green lotus.

The breeze came slowly, the hem of the skirt was dancing, and the hair was light and graceful.

The cheeks are new lye, the nose is greasy and goose fat; the eyebrows are autumnal, the waist is slender and the waist is beautiful;

The beauty of the ages is unparalleled, and the eye-catching is a beautiful woman.

The beauty of the country and the city is unparalleled in the world.

"How about it, I just bought it two days ago, and Ziyue helped me choose it."

Yao Ziyan turned lightly, his sleeves fluttered, his skirts fluttered, everything was indescribably beautiful, like a fairyland.

In the distance is the blue water, green mountains and clouds, it seems that some people are singing in harmony, the singing is faint, diffused in the mist and rain.

The scene is like a scene in a painting, and a person is like a person in a painting.

The person in front of him glanced back slightly, the smoke flowing in his eyes, with a soft smile, just one glance, it surpassed all the scenery.