Chapter 69: Hand of Magic Pen (11)

"Oh my God..." Some scholars cried like a child and couldn't stop tears.
He pressed the glass cover with his hand, for fear that the key points of his hand would crush them.
Luo Zhifeng touched the ecstatic and treasured eyes of these scholars, and the unstoppable chaos and hatred of the black air around them was soothed when they stared at these lost books.
"thanks, thanks……"
"They are people who can be trusted..."
The black spirits hide their bodies behind Luo Zhifeng, like a cloud of smoke, hiding their damaged limbs-even if they know that ordinary humans can't see them at all, they just want to show the most beautiful side. In front of everyone.
Now this broken body...too ugly.
"We are gone, thank you." They curled up, and after thanking Luo Zhifeng, they will rejoin Fei Hongwen's body.
They are unwilling and resentful condensates in the high imitations that have been burned, and the place they can go is only in the body of the culprit Fei Hongwen.
They will take Fei Hongwen to dissipate together, and fall into together!
But at this moment, Luo Zhifeng's drooping eyes, with his back facing the black energy, were dyed with gorgeous gold.
At this moment, the black airs suddenly felt a warm current that caused a shock in their bodies. They all felt the source of the warm current, and their invisible eyes cast to Luo Zhifeng in surprise.
They only glanced at Luo Zhifeng's golden eyes, and they knew how earth-shaking changes had taken place in them.
Their destiny is no longer an ending that drags Fei Hongwen to die together. With the help of Luo Zhifeng...they will be reborn in imitations of emotions in the future!
Luo Zhifeng curled the corners of his lips slightly, and just happened to fall his gaze on them: "You are no longer considered dead because of your emotions."
"Why don't I help you?"
"Good job," the scholar wiped a handful of old tears and put his hand heavily on Luo Zhifeng's hand. He stared at Luo Zhifeng deeply, "You are a hero, a well-deserved hero!"
"Fortunately, you found this secret room..." Another scholar walked over slowly, clutching his chest. She knocked on the crutches and coughed a few times, "Otherwise, my old bones don't know if I can withstand such a stimulus."
Their eyes were reddish, and while talking with Luo Zhifeng, they did not forget to quickly order: "Close the secret room! Do not act after ensuring that these books can be transported out without being damaged!"
"Is the news letter ready?-Fei Hongwen's speech at the Earth Recall Contest will cause panic among the people. We must contain the situation as soon as possible and prevent any anti-social organizations from making trouble!"
"That's right... Add a name to the information you sent, Yu Shi." The old man pushed his glasses, and after doing all this drastically, he raised his eyes and looked at Luo Zhifeng kindly, "You deserve it. Glory, no surprise, you will be included in the fantasy city plan.
But you must remember, don't lose yourself in the creative process, know what to touch and what not to touch. "
He sighed: "Fei Hongwen...we took a blind eye. We will definitely give the people an answer and give you a satisfactory answer. It's time to settle such matters!"
"Good." Luo Zhifeng nodded, neither humble nor overbearing.
I will! Yu Shi's soul also nodded frantically, he couldn't do so casually like Luo Zhifeng--the one in front of him is the one familiar to the Chinese! !
Ahhhhh! Yu Shi screamed in his heart again and again, and his soul was about to float with excited little flowers.
The joy of being affirmed filled his heart, and gradually eliminated the shadows of those once.
Fei Hongwen, the most ugly rock, has been crushed. From now on, Yu Shi can be an author who does what he likes and writes what he likes.
How can he be unhappy?
"Did you see that new news...? The emerging writer Fei Hongwen privately collected the dating relics and burned them maliciously to satisfy his own selfish desires. When I saw this news, the only thought I had was to fuck? He is simply a traitor!!"
Fang Lin communicated with her girlfriend, and violently folded the straw in half as she talked!
"Oh my God... how could this be?" her girlfriend exclaimed in a low voice.
Fang Lin took a sigh of relief and happily patted her chest and said, "It's okay! The dog thing burned is a high imitation product. The authentic product has been discovered by experts and moved to a safe place. It will be displayed soon."
"That's good!" The best friend was frightened by her panting, "I am a little curious about what the artifact is?"
Fang Lin said, "I don't know yet..."
After speaking, her mobile phone beeped and she received an automatic push message.
As soon as Fang Lin opened her eyes, her eyes bulged: "Fuck! Fuck! The newly discovered batch of cultural relics records the history that has been dated... The known existence time of our civilization so far can be pushed forward by the confirmation of cultural relics. Thousands, thousands of years!!"
"Fuck--I think those foreigners dare to brag about their long civilization and historical origin. We and them are basically the gap between our ancestors and grandchildren, okay?"
"Hey," my girlfriend replied softly, "thousands of years of civilization...I want to see the treasures that have survived. It must be very beautiful.
Fang Lin said, "Then let's go and see enough! Take eight hundred photos and off those foreigners with a strong sense of superiority—huh."
As long as he thinks of how people outside are insulting and spitting on himself, Fei Hongwen feels that his pain becomes stronger.
He scratched every part of his body, scratched the corners of his eyes, so painful that he wanted to dig out all of his eyes. The intense pain in his heart and body tortured Fei Hongwen and his life was worse than death.
"One more time, where did you take the material from when you copied Ziyu's article?"
Fei Hongwen is like a bunch of potatoes. They dug up the secrets of Fei Hongwen's private possession and burning of cultural relics, and then dig out more suspicious points.
Since his article is plagiarized, how did he plagiarize an unpublished and conceived work by the author?
In Fei Hongwen's computer, there are many works with similar conditions, which made the investigator sceptical.
They intuitively felt that there was a big secret in Fei Hongwen.
Fei Hongwen’s nerves had long been on the verge of collapse in the painful torture, and he could not stand any torture. He immediately confessed his biggest secret: "Ah, ah... I said, I said!! I have a golden finger. ,it can……"
He said it all, including how Fei Hongwen usually uses it.
"Then do it for us." The person who forced the confession asked Fei Hongwen to do as described, and get the proof of the existence of the app that he claimed to record books of later generations.
You said it can appear out of thin air on the computer and generate a folder?
Then do it!
Fei Hongwen did so, but when he was meditating on his golden finger in his heart, he found that it hadn't moved... it was as if it had been stolen out of thin air! !
"No, this is impossible!"
"Impossible, impossible--how could my cheat be gone...!!!"
The confession personnel did not believe Fei Hongwen's words at all. He combined the tortured information from various aspects and found that Fei Hongwen had hidden a huge secret.
So after he discovered that Fei Hongwen could not do what he said, he unsurprisingly started a new round of interrogation.
Fei Hongwen's eyes were full of red blood, and his figure was shaky. He murmured hoarsely over and over again: "I really don't know! I don't know anything!!"
What he said is really the truth!
Why, why even his golden fingers abandoned him? !
In places Fei Hongwen didn't know, the eyes of the live broadcast system lit up with a dark red light. It felt the full power that it had recovered after absorbing the golden fingers of this protagonist, and revealed a terrible, mechanical smile.
[Erase... the host! ]