Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"Huh, do you remember the movie?" Yao Ziyan brought the topic back to the right track.

"Of course I remember." Qing Yuan nodded, suddenly excited about what she thought of, "Is the boss ready to shoot the second part?"

The death note filmed by Luochuan is very popular with customers. Whether it is the setting of the world view or the plot, it gives them a refreshing feeling. Therefore, the second part has naturally been expected by countless customers, but it is a pity that it is still so long. No news has come out, and the second part has basically been classified as a lifetime.

So Qing Yuan thinks this way, it makes sense.

"Don't change the subject." Yao Ziyan was speechless, "The second part should never be gone."

"Ah? Why is this?" Qing Yuan was shocked.

This time even a lifetime is not counted, Yao Ziyan said so, it shows that the second movie is really out of play.

"In order to solve this problem, Luochuan directly added the function of building a fantasy world to the holographic device." Yao Ziyan smiled and said the following words.

Qing Yuan was stunned for a while: "Huh?"

Build a fantasy world?

A completely unfamiliar term, but the naming style of the things in the owner's shop is like this, and Qing Yuan is not surprised.

"Simply put, it is to use the movie as a template to create a relevant and complete world, allowing customers to enter it and explore on their own." Yao Ziyan briefly explained.

Qing Yuan listened blankly, not knowing what to do.

It took a few minutes for Qing Yuan to return to his senses, and took a deep breath: "So, the boss created a world directly in order not to shoot the follow-up story of the movie?!"

Judging from the reaction of the two when they first learned about the new features of the holographic device, they can only be said to be good friends who have known each other for a long time.

"Although Luo Chuan said it is not the case, but my thoughts are similar to yours." Yao Ziyan and Qingyuan successfully reached a consensus.

"Hey, tell me what the situation is." Qing Yuan sat on the bed and couldn't help but urged.

"I'm a little sleepy, can you just come over and see by yourself tomorrow?" Yao Ziyan yawned and turned over on the bed, her snowy white shoulders half exposed.

"Let's talk about it." Qing Yuan urged, "You are the sage, sir, how come you have been in the Origin Mall for a long time like ordinary people, and your daily work and rest have become so regular?"

"Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life." Yao Ziyan answered with squinting eyes.

"Okay, it's your right, I can't control... Don't go to bed, don't go to bed, the time is still early, tell me in detail." Qing Yuan thought about coming over, "Eh, let me go to your place?"

"Huh?" Yao Ziyan became sober and opened his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Can't you just chat?" Qing Yuan said with a smile, and then climbed out of the bed, choosing clothes in the closet, "Hey, do I want to change clothes and go there again? It seems a bit uncomfortable to just wear pajamas. All right?"

"It's all the same." Yao Ziyan yawned, "It looks beautiful in everything, and it's not going out shopping, so there is no need to dress up."

"Well, that's what I said." Qing Yuan nodded.

"By the way, do you know the route to Origin Mall?" Yao Ziyan showed a narrow smile, lying on the bed with his chin and gently shaking his calf, "It's so late now, it's hard to see the way."

Qing Yuan was visibly stiff, and the bricks looked a little embarrassed: "I have lived in Jiuyao City for so long, don't I remember the way to Origin Mall?!"

"After all, Jiuyao City is so big." Yao Ziyan smiled.

"Demon Ziyan!"

"Good, good, I won't say anything."

Yao Ziyan tried to suppress her smile, making her expression look serious, and then she spoke again after a few seconds: "By the way, I don't really need to go and find you first? Anyway, I have nothing to do now."

"No." Qing Yuan was very determined, and then added, "You use energy to condense the space coordinates in front of the window, and I will send it directly."

Demon Purple Smoke: "..."

Is this different from her past?

"Well, you will wait a moment."

Yao Ziyan sighed a little helplessly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Pushing open the window, the drizzle blowing against the evening breeze brought a bit of coldness on the skin, and in the distance is the bright lights of Jiuyao City.

Yao Ziyan stretched out his palm, and the purple spiritual power gathered in the palm and turned into a special inscription pattern, like a beacon in the dark, gradually disappearing.

After about a few seconds, waves of ripples appeared in the space in front of the window, reflecting the image of another room.

Qing Yuan waved at Yao Ziyan, then passed through the space barrier, over the window, and lightly landed on the carpet of the room.

Yao Ziyan closed the window and touched his arm again: "It's cold."

"cold?"

Qing Yuan looked back at Yao Ziyan strangely, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

"The temperature at night is much lower than during the day."

Qing Yuan: "..."

Although this is true, why does it feel so strange to hear Yao Ziyan talk about it?

Forget it, don't want that much.

Qing Yuan shook his head, put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and threw directly on the soft and comfortable bed of Yao Ziyan. The pale pink bedding was fluffy and soft, and there were several fluffy doll pillows. Qing Yuan rolled a few times. After the circle, he hugged the pillow in his arms, buried his face on it and took a deep breath. When he raised his head, he showed an intoxicated smile on his face.

"smell good."

Yao Ziyan sighed, how could this sound so strange.

"Eh eh, Zi Yan." Qing Yuan seemed to think of something suddenly, sat up and looked out the door, "Is it a bit inappropriate for me to come here suddenly? Does the boss really not care?"

Yao Ziyan couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What do you care about?"

"Hmm..." Qing Yuan thought for a while, not knowing how to respond.

"Yawn~" Yao Ziyan yawned, and got into the quilt that was still warm. "To go to bed, I have to get up tomorrow morning to prepare breakfast."

Qing Yuan was a little injured: "I haven't seen you like this before when I was with me."

"That's different." Yao Ziyan whispered, turning his head slightly away from Qing Yuan.

Qing Yuan sighed, her eyes turned slightly, she also lifted the quilt and got into the bed, with a faint good smell lingering in her nose, and a little softness came from her side.

"By the way, it's been a long time since I spent the night with you."

Qing Yuan looked at the black glaze eyes of the doll beside her, and said with a chuckle with her back to Yao Ziyan.

"Yeah." Yao Ziyan responded softly, "It's been a long time indeed."

I could faintly hear the patter of rain outside, Yao Ziyan did not isolate the sound of the outside world. In her opinion, this natural sound was actually very beautiful. The shallow breathing echoed in the room, and neither of them spoke anymore. , The atmosphere is inexplicably dull and depressed.