God-level Store Manager - Chapter 3720

[Chapter 2710 The story in the book 2/2]

Yao Ziyan curiously reached out and poked Luo Chuan’s arm, but the latter had no reaction.

She wanted to read the contents of the book, but a layer of fog blocked her vision.

“What’s wrong with Luochuan?” Yao Ziyan couldn’t help but ask.

“He saw the answer.” The Speaker smiled.

Yao Ziyan sighed softly, couldn’t what he said be simpler? If it had to be so mysterious, it would be like writing a novel where the most critical plot points are broken, which always makes people inexplicably crazy.

She decided to change the subject for a moment.

Yao Ziyan stood up, patted her skirt gently, and came to a bookshelf.

“How many books are there in total here?”

“Many, many.” The Speaker replied, “From the history of the first race created by my mother to the autobiography written by an ordinary mortal, every book will be collected Here, waiting for future generations to read.”

Yao Ziyan looked back at the Speaker, staring into those golden eyes.

Mother.

She heard it called that.

So, He belongs to the Watchers?

Yao Ziyan doesn’t quite understand. Dragons belong to monitors. Why does the Speaker seem a little… different from other dragons?

“I…”

“Why don’t you read the books here first? There are all kinds of stories.”

The speaker interrupted Yao Ziyan with a smile, as if he anticipated the question she wanted to ask.

“Okay.”

Yao Ziyan nodded slightly, her eyes wandering on the bookshelf, “Are there any kinds of books? Hey, why do some books have names and some don’t?” She had noticed just now that these books were

almost Most of the books on the endless shelves are blank and have no names.

“Because the stories of many people cannot be summed up with a simple name.” the speaker replied.

The demon purple smoke is thoughtful.

Hilsa was looking around curiously. It was also her first time here.

Anvia seemed to be very familiar with the situation. It was obvious that she had been here countless times due to her relationship with the Speaker.

“When I have nothing to do, my favorite thing to do is to read a book. Every story is different and very interesting.” Anweiya told her own experience, “A story is a life.” “A story

, is a life…”

Yao Ziyan murmured softly.

Her eyes wandered around the bookshelves, searching.

What is she looking for?

Yao Ziyan herself didn’t know that these unnamed books were different in color, thickness, and size, and the impressions they gave people were also very different.

The same fiery red color, some give people a sense of an iron-blooded battlefield, and some look like soft red makeup, blooming the most beautiful moments in life.

(End of this chapter)

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