Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

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As the night faded and sleepiness surged, Luo Chuan couldn't help but yawn.

After a simple wash, Luochuan went directly to bed to sleep.

As for the lottery, don’t worry...

No dream for a night.

The next day, early morning.

At the call of the biological clock, Luochuan woke up from his sleep on time, his eyes still a little confused.

Soon, Luo Chuan's thoughts gradually became clear.

Oh, I have returned to Origin Mall.

Get up, dress, wash.

After a set of links, more than ten minutes have passed.

After Luo Chuan went downstairs, he began to think.

How to solve today's breakfast?

Forget it, go to Fengxianlou to make do with it.

Yao Ziyan should be back in a few days.

Luochuan made a decision.

Fengxianlou can only be a living, if the residents of Jiuyao City hear this, they will surely be dumbfounded.

The big guy's pattern, can't afford to offend...

As the host of Fengxianlou, Zuo Wanjin feels that these few days have been a comfortable time for him.

Because in the entire Jiuyao City, all the cultivators who were attracted to the ancient ruins have left.

Even the Great Emperor and Bai Lao also went to the ancient ruins one after another.

In Jiuyao City, there are still powerful practitioners staying behind in the Imperial City.

As the direct industry under Ji Wuhui's command, Fengxianlou's position in Jiuyao City is naturally unshakable.

These days, when Zuo Wanjin walks on the road, he feels like the world is giving up to me.

After all, since the news of the ancient ruins came out, cultivators from various forces have poured into Jiuyao City.

Zuo Wanjin couldn't provoke anyone, and he felt very aggrieved.

Now I finally turned over...

Early this morning, Zuo Wanjin moved a recliner and placed it at the entrance of Fengxian Tower.

The recliner is also considered a spiritual weapon, and it is also specially made.

Otherwise, Zuo Wanjin's weight can't be supported...

"Good morning, the original poster left!"

"The host is basking in the sun!"

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few days, the left poster looks pretty good..."

Those customers who entered the Fengxian Tower greeted respectfully.

Zuo Wanjin is very taboo about his weight, and these people dare not mention it.

To these greetings, Zuo Wanjin didn't bother to respond, and was full of posture.

But in his heart, he really enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to by countless people.

"You sit here, don't you feel in the way?"

Suddenly, a flat voice appeared.

The people eating melons around were also shocked, their eyes widened in surprise, staring at the young man who said this in disbelief.

In their opinion, this person is too bold and dare to say that to Zuo Wanjin.

Zuo Wanjin was still squinting his eyes comfortably and enjoying it. Hearing this, he suddenly became furious.

Dare to tease yourself?

I'm afraid I am impatient!

He opened his eyes a little embarrassed, his eyes filled with gushing anger.

He wants to see who is so bold!

However, when Zuo Wanjin saw the face of the speaker, he was immediately shocked.

The expression on his face completed a 180-degree change in the blink of an eye.

It's hard to believe how the muscles on the face make such rapid changes...

"Pre...senior, why are you here?" Zuo Wanjin quickly got up and asked tremblingly.

The recliner uttered an overwhelmed "squeak" sound, which made people feel like they were about to be unable to bear it.

There was a flattering smile on Zuo Wanjin's face.

Deep in the lowered eyes, there is a deep awe.

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