Chapter 922: : Phoenix Nirvana

"I think there may be such a thing in reality."
Ai Weier stretched her right foot and patted the rolling sea water gently.
Just when Ai Weier pulled Li Nanfang's interest back, the sea was still on the beach dozens of meters away.
In the blink of an eye, the sea water can already lick her feet.
This shows that the sea under the sea in the distance has begun to boil.
Otherwise, it would never be so fast, and then quickly retreated to a position tens of meters away.
Only crabs and shells full of sandy beaches were left, as well as a few small turtles, sliding their limbs desperately, and crawling quickly to the top of the island.
After watching a few small turtles and quickly climbing over there in the thatch, Li Nanfang smiled and shook his head. He was about to tell Ai Weier again that all domestic Bingwangliu's online novels are just like heroes in Hollywood blockbusters. When the writers came out crookedly, their hearts suddenly jumped.
He thought of Qin Yuguan them.
Li Nanfang didn't know exactly how Jing Hongming, Hu Mietang and others killed the Quartet when they were young.
However, he knew Qin Yuguan quite well.
He knew that the ridiculous things that Lao Qin did when he was young were all due to Ye Xiaodao.
At that time, Li Nanfang didn't know that Ye Xiaodao was Lao Qin's apprentice, and he didn't even doubt how he could treat Lao Qin's past with such treasures.
Li Nanfang just liked to listen to the legends of these birdmen, and regretted that he failed to become a member of the Chinese military.
So even if Ye Xiaodao had obvious bragging marks when he praised Lao Qin's heroic deeds when he was young, Li Nanfang still liked to listen.
When a person like Qin Yuguan has hundreds of battles in his life, he has never failed!
This is the second thing-the most enviable thing about Lao Qin is that he married seven or eight wives in one go.
Isn't every man's favorite to marry seven or eight stunning beauties as his wife?
Lao Qin's personal experience is even better than those of the warlords in online novels.
Just when Li Nanfang began to admire Old Qin, Ai Weier whispered in his ear: "If you are a Chinese soldier, I think you should become the king of soldiers in your country's online novels. The beautiful president, the best imperial sister-- --You now have everything you need."
"What you said seems to be correct."
Li Nanfang looked at Ai Weier, nodded, and then asked blankly: "What are you trying to say?"
"Fake death."
"What kind of suspended animation?"
"It's the successful career of the King of Soldiers, the beautiful president, the best elder sister hugs the left and the right, her life is proud, and the scenery is boundless, but because of this and that reason, everyone thinks he is dead.
Ai Weier said softly: "This kind of book, after reading too much, you can summarize the routine. The most basic process of the routine is after the soldier king’s suspended animation, his most beloved beauty president, in order to take care of the overall situation, Realistic pressure will betray their love and try to contact other men."
When the beautiful president whose heart hurts her lover has died, endures her grief, and starts a new unforgettable love with a certain young man who has long coveted her beauty, the king of soldiers returns.
Then, all kinds of dog blood plots were staged.
The conflict between Mr. Bingwang and the beautiful president erupted, and he stomped on the face of a certain young man-----staged a scene where you can guess the end by just looking at the beginning.
Routine.
Almost all the plots of the network soldiers are routines.
When Bingwang first returned to the city, he had to look like a migrant worker, which made the beautiful president extremely disgusted with him, but because of this and other reasons, he could not be driven away, only to step on him and embarrass him.
What about the performance of Bingwang?
It is nothing more than disdain, no matter how unfair treatment is encountered, he will secretly take action when the beauty president is in trouble, and use his powerful strength to solve her one trouble after another.
In the end, Mr. Bingwang finally embraced the beauty.
When Li Nanfang first read this novel, he was also fascinated.
But after watching too much, "aesthetic fatigue" will occur.
Now Li Nanfang basically doesn't read this kind of novels, and starts to read country literature.
It’s still a good-looking country language. The protagonist’s name will not be as tall as the heroes in the Bingwangliu. It seems that if it is not linked to the otherworldly surnames like "Qin and Lin", there will be no good names anymore.
What Qin Zhao, Lin Yi and the like.
The names of the male protagonists in the country language are basically those of the most popular, Wang Sanshan, and Li Gangrong.
Give me ten women, I can create a village!
This is what Li Nanfang summed up after reading three rural essays.
Moreover, the scale of description of things like men and women in rural literature is also very large.
Big enough to make all teenagers "love it".
"What do you think? You laugh so lewdly and sluttyly."
Just when Li Nanfang thought of the plot in which a cucumber is broken in a certain country text, he couldn't help but smile, his ribs hurt.
But it was Ai Weier who reached out and twisted the handle under his ribs, pulling him back to reality.
The sea water at this time, even if there is no wave, can submerge their legs.
"I was thinking, why did you suddenly mention Bingwangliu's novel with me."
Of course, such a pure person as Li Nanfang would not tell Ai Weier, he just thought of a nasty section.
"You can go back alive. Although, you are not the king of soldiers."
Ai Weier cupped his chin with both hands, looked at his eyes, and said seriously: "Li Nanfang, you must go back alive. Just like the novel says. Otherwise, you will be unlucky."
"Why am I unlucky?"
Li Nanfang was a little puzzled: "Seeing that we are all going to be buried in the sea, is this not bad luck enough?"
Ai Weier shook her head.
Li Nanfang was surprised: "Death is not considered bad luck? Then, it is even bad luck."
"The real bad luck is that when you die, the woman you care about the most is not by your side."
Ai Weier narrowed her eyes slightly, and said like a dream: "Your beautiful president Yue Zitong, your best imperial sister Helan Xiaoxin, your sister Sui in the Golden Triangle, sister Min who does not know whereabouts, you are familiar with the island in the East , Fu, you are in a hospital in Beijing, and Sister Jiang who is only willing to put on high heels for you----maybe there are other women who will re-friend other men after you die. Put on them for you A green hat."
Every time Ai Weier talks about a woman, Li Nanfang's eyebrows jump.
Only then did he know that this watery white peony is not as simple as he thought it was.
It should be that after she returned from Mexico, she began to secretly investigate Li Nanfang's old bottom.
Otherwise, I wouldn't know so many women.
Even Kamishima Sakura, far away in the East, knows it.
"Hey, how come none of the ladies I have contacted are fuel efficient?"
When Li Nanfang sighed faintly in his heart, he then laughed silently: "Grass, if they are fuel-efficient lamps, they won't have current achievements."
Ai Weier didn't know what Li Nanfang was thinking, she just wanted to do her best to trick him into escape alone before the catastrophe hit.
Don't worry about them.
She had witnessed Li Nanfang's wateriness with her own eyes, and she was a little bit abnormal.
As long as he can find the most suitable lifesaver before the big wave hits, for example, a piece of wood or the like, and tie himself to it with a rope, so that even if the big wave hits the water, his chances of survival are also Very high.
Escape from this place where no ships dare to approach, then he will soon encounter the ship and be rescued.
But if he had to worry about two women, and even Yang Xiao who walked down from a height when he realized that the situation was not good, then his hope of escape would be an egg.
God, never always favors someone.
The last time Li Nanfang and others were able to come to this island alive, it was already a miracle among miracles.
A miracle is called a miracle because the number of times it appears is quite rare.
Therefore, Ai Weier, who was originally telling Li Nanfang about her painful past, only changed the subject after discovering a volcanic eruption in the distance and mentioned Bing Wangliu's novel.
Relying on Ai Weier’s IQ, of course, she is also very clear that the current novels of Urban Soldier Wangliu that are popular in China are all produced crookedly by those writers who have no moral bottom line. Such things cannot happen in reality---- She still didn't expect that in the reality she came into contact with, there was indeed such a birdman.
She just wanted to persuade Li Nanfang to escape alone through the novel.
Otherwise, after his death, his hat will also be green.
The hat turns green, for every man, it is more difficult to accept than death.
After seeing Li Nanfang's look changeable, Ai Weier thought he was already tempted. She was delighted, struck the iron while it was hot, hooked his neck with her left hand, and lay on his ear and said, "I put the hero of your country’s soldiers on the bridge where the heroine was suspended. Duan is called Phoenix Nirvana. Only after being reborn from the ashes can there be new breakthroughs, new discoveries, and new growth. Li Nanfang, can you do it?"
"can."
Li Nanfang looked complicated, looked at Ai Weier, and answered softly.
Ai Weier asked again: "Can you accept the reality that your hat will turn green after you die with us?"
"Of course not."
Li Nanfang shook his head vigorously, without even thinking: "You can die."
"Then you go. Get ready now."
Ai Weier pushed him away and got up from the sea in the knees.
"I will take you together."
Looking at the brighter fire south, Li Nanfang helped Ham to stand up, and said firmly: "Otherwise, I would rather be broken by the green hat than to leave."
Ai Weier wanted to scold her mother.
She was desperate to discover that today is after everyone's doomsday, and she has said so much painstakingly. It is also an example, a metaphor and an agitation - in the end, this fight is a stick.
If he could take everyone along, why would Ai Weier bother so much?
Li Nanfang, are you stupid?
This sentence, just when Ai Weier, who never said half a dirty word, whirled her mouth, she swallowed it back: "Okay. Then you go carry the wood now, and Ham and I go get the rope."
Both wood and rope are readily available.
These days, Li Nanfang and others have always imagined that they could build a big ship and sail across the ocean-but later gave up this unrealistic fantasy.
Staying on the island, you may also wait until passing ships.
If you really want to climb on the tied raft, it will not take long before you can be smashed by the big waves coming at any time.
At that time, everyone will not even have a place to shelter, and they can only soak in the endless sea, floating and floating, and finally floating into corpses.
Therefore, the prepared wood and the twisted rope can only be put on one side.
The rope that was twisted for fear that it would be damaged by the wind and sun, of course it had to be put in a thatched hut and used as a bed.
According to Li Nanfang's intention, that should be done at that time.
Whether it is successful or not, it is much better than sitting and waiting for death.
"Do you want to go together?"
When Li Nanfang went to carry the wood in the grass, he passed by Yang Xiao with his hands on his back. He paused and asked.
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