Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

The shattered starry sky fortress was slowly engulfed by the darkness without a trace.

Perhaps no one will know its existence again, and as the years go by, it gradually disappears in the endless deep sea and is forgotten by people.

Luo Chuan's silent and cold heart trembled faintly.

Like a solid and cold layer of ice, a gap has quietly cracked open.

Time loses its meaning here. Life's perception of time is based on the changes in its environment. Even time seems to be stagnant in the eternal darkness.

Luo Chuan himself seemed to have turned into darkness, merged into it, and even his thinking was completely frozen.

After an unknown time, something seemed to appear in the darkness.

The silent consciousness awakened again, Luo Chuan looked there curiously, the drowsy light spread from the darkness, as if it was cut through by a knife, and he was able to glimpse the dawn behind him.

A ray of light spread rapidly, filling the line of sight in an instant.

…

"He is an ordinary commoner, and his sword is only equipped with a flute.

Not only the moon cup wine invitation

Live up to your confidant's love, hard to pay and easy to get old

Sweet drink the wind and dew the distant mountain woodcutter

She is Sujin Baiyi, with slightly better eyebrows

Do not win the harassment of the world's powerful

Live up to the mood, plant a wooden riverside bridge

Willing to fade away the lead, join hands to grow old together

…”

Yao Ziyan gently hummed the tune that Luo Chuan taught her, the beautiful singing reflected the quiet moonlight, and floated into the distance on the starlight across the uninhabited wild.

She lowered her head, Luo Chuan had fallen asleep at some point.

It should be the first time to sing.

Although the only audience had already entered the dream, Yao Ziyan still sang the whole song completely.

She liked the story depicted in the song very much.

A swordsman with swords, a heroine in white clothes.

Be a chivalrous person, drink and invite the moon.

When I got a little bored, I just left, looked for a mountain forest, built a hut, and built a bridge with wood.

Occasionally go to town and listen to the storyteller tell his story while drinking tea.

So accompany for a lifetime and grow old hand in hand.

No no no.

Yao Ziyan shook her head again and again, throwing the last thought out of her mind.

It is impossible for her and Luo Chuan to live together forever and ever.

Seventeen now, seventeen next year, always seventeen.

Thinking of this, Yao Ziyan nodded in satisfaction.

If possible, when Luochuan is tired of opening shops, the two can also visit the rivers and lakes hand in hand, and then retreat to the mountains and live a quiet life.

Yao Ziyan looked down at Luo Chuan's peaceful sleeping face, pinched his nose with a smirk, released his hand and rubbed him again.

Luo Chuan did not respond from the beginning to the end.

Yao Ziyan is quite confident in her lullaby. When she returned to the Origin Mall some time ago, she even tried it out with Yao Ziyue.

Not to mention simple movements, even the fireball technique exploded on his face without any response.

Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan quietly, lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the face, then she smirked after thinking of something.

After a long time, he coughed lightly and returned to his serious expression again.

Yao Ziyan felt that she could no longer be addicted to it.

Take out the magic phone and open a page.

It was her diary, which she had kept for several days.

Yao Ziyan was also discovered by chance on Luochuan's mobile phone some time ago. At that time, I just wanted to read his novel and save it. I felt that this recording method was quite good, so I was going to try it myself.

"Midsummer month, the first day, the weather is good

At the end of the conversation with Anweiya, the words "time is running out" made Luo Chuan feel familiar, and finally determined the direction as the dream that he had forgotten before.

I sang a song to help Luo Chuan enter a dream

Hehe, I always make me angry, but it's pretty quiet when I sleep

In addition, I still think he has that kind of hobby, the kind that makes him happy when he is beaten

Although I can't understand it, I respect him

big deal...

Beat him more often

…

Yao Ziyan, Yao Ziyan, you can't continue to indulge like this, don't forget that you are the **** of fate! Be independent! 』

Finally, after writing a few words to encourage him, Yao Ziyan nodded in satisfaction.

He rubbed Luo Chuan's hair in a mess, which was revenge for messing up his own hair just now.

He glanced around secretly, gave him a big kiss again, and then picked up the magic phone, hummed a tune lightly, and prepared to start today's coding routine.

Well... just update a chapter.

I also worked hard today. Yao Ziyan said to herself in her heart.

…

The endless chaos enveloped Luo Chuan layer by layer. He suddenly saw a light appearing in nothingness. The light approached at an extremely fast speed, and instantly filled his vision...

After the unspeakable confusion, the dizzy Luo Chuan found that he had finally come to the real world - the real world of dreams.

It should be the universe.

It is empty and dead, and in the distance is a mysterious nebula slowly surging, and the stars are intertwined into the most dazzling picture.

There is an inexplicable familiarity, as if I have been here before.

In other words, the previous dream was a similar picture?

Luo Chuan had more emotions in his heart.

What about yourself?

He tried to check his own state.

When this thought appeared in Luo Chuan's mind, his perspective naturally fell on himself - a dark mass of "black shadows" that could not be seen clearly.

Yes, shadows.

Luo Chuan felt that he should have read it right.

Today, he is like a pool of black ink, floating in the empty space of the universe, and his state is a bit special. It seems that he is just a phantom that cannot touch anything, and can only make one-sided observations.

To be honest, Luo Chuan couldn't figure out where his visual ability, as a pool of ink, came from.

However, it seems that it is unnecessary to struggle with this, and there is no answer for a while.

It seems that it should be able to touch real things, but for him, it can only be observed, and Luo Chuan has such thoughts inexplicably.

It is some kind of instinct, or knowledge that he knows by himself when he appears here.

Luo Chuan already had a bold but reasonable guess about the current experience and the strange dream.

What he saw at the beginning should be the area called "Deep Sea", but what he sees now is his own past. As for this dark ink...

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the scene in front of him all revealed the fact that this thing was probably him.

Ok…

Forget it, if you are not a human, you are not a human. In this era, as a protagonist, you are embarrassed to say that you are the protagonist without a previous life, okay?

Luo Chuan has always been big-hearted, and it was easy to accept this fact. Besides, when he was on a small island in the sea before, he had the experience of turning his palms into black ink, so he was a little mentally prepared.

Abandoning the messy thoughts, Luo Chuan's attention once again fell on the cosmic starry sky in front of him.

The area where he is now is above a pale planet, and in the distance is a star that has entered its twilight years. Most of his attention is on the planet that is not far away.

For some reason, Luo Chuan always felt as if... something was missing.