Chapter 1195

"That's all." Luochuan drank the fruit tea that demon Ziyan had just poured for him.

"A very special story." Demon Ziyan holding a cup of fruit tea in both hands, the face after dense water mist is somewhat hazy.

For Luochuan told this story, she did not have any special feelings, perhaps because she knew that the boss is not the person in this world.

"Boss, how can you tell me all of a sudden?" Demon purple smoke put down the cup, amber eyes in the light.

"It just occurred to me." Luochuan feels his mood is very relaxed, "fruit tea is very good to drink."

Both of them stopped talking, and the origin mall fell into silence. Only the faint wind came from outside the shop.

"Boss, which world do you prefer?" Demon purple smoke broke the atmosphere of silence.

"I don't need to ask. Of course, I'm the owner of a shop." Luochuan chuckled and yawned.

Unknowingly, it was late.

"Sleeping." He rubbed his eyes and rose from his position.

"Good night, boss." The demon purple smoke said softly.

Looking at Luochuan's figure disappeared, demon Ziyan turned her head and looked out of the shop.

The magic mobile phone sent a prompt sound, let her come back to God.

Open the screen, is a message from green kite, there is a picture, with snow piled into a lifelike life, claw.

Qingyuan stood beside her with a smile, and she seemed to be showing her works.

There are many people, as well as a variety of sculptures, everyone's face with a smile.

"Really naive"

the demon Ziyan sent a message with an expression of disgust behind it.

"Come or not? Not far from the barbecue place before, it was very busy.

Qingyuan's message was quickly replied.

"Come on, now.

demon Ziyan put away the magic mobile phone, came to the shop door and turned back, picked up the plush scarf placed under the counter.

This is yesterday, Luochuan asked for from the system, the warmth has been added to the full star.

Demon Ziyan is naturally not afraid of cold, no matter how to say, it is also the strong one of Zun's realm.

But it is one thing not to be afraid of cold, and another to adapt to it.

Psychic barrier can achieve the same effect, but in normal times, even those who practice at the top will not always be on.

Besides, she likes it.

Snowflakes flying, just swept the streets did not take long to have a layer of white snow.

The moisture in the air has been reduced a lot, and the clothes will not be affected even if they are outside for a while.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and the light from street lamps reflected on the snow looked dazzling.

The demon purple smoke looked up at the night sky, the line of sight was full of snowflakes.

The magic mobile phone received a message from Qingyuan, asking if she had come.

Demon purple smoke smile, a simple return, then came to the mid air.

A simple judgment of the direction of the down, which speeds up the speed.

Compared with walking, flying naturally saves a lot of time.

Luochuan yawned and threw himself on the bed.

Although sleepy, the heart is very relaxed.

The story told by demon Ziyan is just some ordinary life.

The fragmentary fragments are all about thinking and talking.

It is these fragments that make up a complete life.

Luochuan turned over on the bed, straightened his right arm and opened his fingers in front of his eyes.

Interlaced light and shadow fell from between his fingers, making him squint slightly.

There is no mention of himself in Luochuan's story.

Want to come to demon Ziyan's intelligence, should also guess what.

However, it should be regarded as "boss's experience in different world", "boss's past" and so on.

She certainly won't take it to heart. Maybe she will be happy for a long time.

Forget it, whatever she thinks.

Luochuan put down his arm and sighed gently.

I picked up the magic phone nearby.

Open the screen, the information is almost all related to this sudden snow.

There's also rock sugar and Sydney.

Group chat is also noisy, customers look very excited.

"Rock sugar Sydney"!!! not reconciled to!!! Why didn't anyone tell me about it! There are so many rock sugar pears. If the news is spread out, those people will not be able to tell. "Damn it, these people are so selfish "

it was almost a one-sided crusade.

In the end, only a small number of customers have drunk ice sugar and Sydney, and most of them have missed it regretfully.

Luochuan didn't talk, just watching the crowd chat.Demon purple moon suddenly sent him a message, it was a photo.

As the background of the river is wide and gentle, snowflakes all over the sky, demon purple smoke wearing a plush scarf, is muddled to see over.

It looks like it was captured, and the protagonist obviously doesn't know what's going on.

Luochuan smile, back to a full stop.

Also regardless of the demon purple moon in the end do not understand what this means in the end, will magic mobile phone to the side.

He couldn't open his eyes after such a long time.

Sleep.

As Luochuan closed his eyes, the light in the room also dimmed.

The dim light through the window, leaving a hazy shadow on the floor.

Santa NIA.

Heavy rain, sticky night, the sky is also a dark, empty hole.

In such an environment, it seems to be banished by the whole world.

Herman and Ehud are holding umbrellas and looking at the building not far away.

This is the outskirts of Santa NIA. It's very desolate.

That church is the only building that looks isolated.

In this night can only see the fuzzy silhouette, more than a kind of strange flavor.

"The breath in the air It's horrible. " Ahard looked at the distant buildings with a dignified face.

He used to have a pleasant drink of flower tea in zhumeng office, and then suddenly he received a message from the black fog believer.

Herman followed because of curiosity.

This is the helpless place as a knight guard, even if it is raining outside, you also need to rush to the place where it happened in the first time.

"The breath of the gods..." Herman whispered to himself. He turned his head and looked at ehad. "Are these the black fog gods you just mentioned?"

"Yes." Ahard's voice was full of helplessness, "who knows these guys actually summoned the Lord of the black fog, my vacation..."

Ahard was still complaining, but Herman was serious about the breath left by the gods.

Vast, great, so that life does not give the slightest resistance to the mind, the heart is only the idea of submission.

This is Herman's first contact with the presence of gods.

He looked up at the mottled old church and squinted.

Perhaps the legendary strongmen are just slightly stronger ants in the eyes of these gods who have existed for endless years.