Chapter 67: The Hand of Magic Pen (9th Chapter)

"Am I dazzled?"
Yu Shi briefly muttered through his body.
Because he is now in a state of soul, he can naturally see things that others cannot see. He saw the phantom of Qingli Mountain forming in front of him, and he also saw the essence of the cloud-like floccules under the phantom of Qingli Mountain...It was the soul, one by one being gestated. soul.
Yu Shi saw a figure he knew well.
Mingning, Gu Xi... Yu Shi can vaguely see their half-formed eyebrows. They seemed to be immersed in An Dream, with curved corners of their mouths, full of a breath of life.
Their bodies like white mist condensed the phantom of Qingli Mountain!
On Fei Hongwen's side, Yu Shi's soul couldn't help but immediately panicked. It is clear that Fei Hongwen's Qingli Mountain is also illusory, like a fairyland, but he just gives Yu Shi a very bad feeling.
"So it was? What was it like?"
After Yu Shihou realized the words Luo Zhifeng had just said, he didn't seem to be surprised by such a wonderful situation at all.
Luo Zhifeng chuckled: "The essence of fantasy power is nurturing. It is nurturing the souls of your books, characters, and landscapes through the pens of you authors—"
The guess he didn't say was...
This world was already on the verge of collapse, and its heavenly ways had hit the book on the books for self-help.
These books have the possibility of forming a small world on their own, but it is not enough to rely on the weak soul that they produce by themselves.
As a result, the unformed Tiandao in the book and the Tiandao in the small world where Yu Shi is located reached a mutually-win transaction. The heavens of this small world help the world in the book breed new souls, and the world in the book provides a place of refuge so that the small world can escape the catastrophe of being destroyed.
Therefore, the existence of fantasy power came into being
Therefore, only works that condense the author's emotions and hard work can truly stimulate fantasy and show the scenes described in the text.
And these scenery born from the words will continuously nourish and nurture the unformed soul, as the mother body quietly waiting for the day when they come alive.
Isn't the so-called fantasy city plan a clear way to escape pointed out by this small world?
As long as people enter the new small world constructed by fantasy and in which souls are being born, they can survive.
"Tsk--" Luo Zhifeng chuckled softly, and the meaning revealed between his eyebrows was hard to comprehend.
The spectators on the sidelines could not see the soul being bred under the protection of the phantom, they could only see that Luo Zhifeng's writing speed was much slower than Fei Hongwen, as if he was deliberately delaying time!
Their curses became more and more intense, and the audience in the live broadcast room was almost disgusted by the splash of saliva across the world.
Even the police officers who were responsible for maintaining order in the venue, after looking directly at the phantom of Qingli Mountain created by Fei Hongwen for a few seconds, shaken their minds and became passive and sabotaged.
[what happened? ] Jiang Jingzhao typed in the live broadcast room wonderingly, [This earth recall competition is a large-scale competition planned by the state, right? How can it be noisy like a vegetable market? ! ]
Which country’s highly anticipated game is not solemn and solemn?
Look at the inside of the venue...what's all this messed up!
The audiences who should have sat in their seats were passionate, their mouths kept murmuring something, Jiang Jingzhao carefully observed several audiences and found that their lips were all surprisingly consistent, like a tacit agreement. Are saying the same slogan.
The camera that should have included all of the field is now in front of Fei Hongwen, and Luo Zhifeng's opponent seems to be completely ignored.
What makes Jiang Jingzhao unbearable is that the police officers recruited for this kind of national competition should be of good quality and focus on the overall situation, right? ! Shouldn't they quickly adjust the order of the venue at this time...?
But how did he see that more than one police officer probed his head and looked at Fei Hongwen or Luo Zhifeng, and without exception, showed admiration for Fei Hongwen, but contemptuous and disgusted Luo Zhifeng? !
Jiang Jingzhao's uncle was once fortunate to maintain such a large-scale national event. He happened to have a look at Jiang Jingzhao's computer, and his face turned black.
"This is embarrassing the country! What is it like!"
This is a global broadcast! Cameras are everywhere in the venue, and every move of everyone in the venue will be clearly presented in front of audiences from all over the country and even other countries.
What they did... is undoubtedly stepping on the face of their country.
[Yes! Ashamed,] There was a live room audience who responded to Jiang Jingzhao, and then quickly raised a question [I think the host should have to wait a while for the face to be beaten here, so I just got distracted by the guests and audiences of these games.
I'm very curious now, what are these audience members saying with their heads down? Has anyone who understands lip language come to analyze it? ]
The viewers who were originally dominated by irritability and even wanted to spray the anchor were attracted by this comment.
Seeing that the anxious comment disappeared, the viewer in the live room who asked the question scratched his hair and said to himself:
"Am I helping the anchor maintain order in the live broadcast room?"
"Hey... think about it, there is still a little fun." She rolled her eyes, "then continue to watch the anchor?"
Luo Zhifeng felt a very hot gaze, which undoubtedly came from Fei Hongwen.
Fei Hongwen regards Luo Zhifeng as the biggest obstacle, and he glances triumphantly at almost every quick writing.
It's really annoying.
"It turned out to be like this..." Yu Shi slowly finished Luo Zhifeng's words, and the gloomy feeling was swept away, his voice was actually joyful--
It was as if the sunlight was falling on this young man who was blinded by hatred.
He twittered, like a little bird, whirling around Luo Zhifeng's ear and said: "I will see Mingning, right? I will see him, right—?"
The characters in the author's pen are always what they have become.
Now, when Yu Shi thought of this... he felt his whole heart trembling.
"I really want to... see him soon," Yu Shi murmured, "he is not the Wencheng written by Fei Hongwen, he is Mingning! So... let's continue!"
If Yu Shi has a body, his eyes are probably very bright at this moment.
"Continue." Luo Zhifeng agreed, gently hooking his mouth. This time, he didn't stop his pen again, it was as if he was painting some landscape painting, and he made a single stroke.
When he stopped writing, Fei Hongwen had already finished writing, and at the moment he looked at Luo Zhifeng with a little sarcasm in a calm manner.
At the moment Luo stopped writing, the time for this game has just run out.
"What's this! Hahaha-I'm so ridiculous!" Some viewers saw a large group of...unexplained white fog on the competition works written by Luo Zhifeng, and made a harsh laugh.
This is really... so funny!
"Hahaha laughed at me. I thought this plagiarism dog was so leisurely and at ease. What happened? He let us see a cloud of white fog? Look at Ren Fei Hongwen, that's a real masterpiece, okay? ! What is the difference between cloud and mud, I can feel it"
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Luo Zhifeng's white mist that was so thin as to be blown away in one breath, one and two were dumbfounded.
What about turning illusion into reality? You wrote about Qingli Mountain, about the city of mortals, about the palace, and even depicted the road to Dengxian that the protagonist walked on last... The result of writing so much is that a small white mist catalyzed it A lot of white mist?
Isn't it funny?
At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room had the same idea of ​​being fooled as the audience watching the game.
They couldn't help but all went to see Fei Hongwen's works. At this sight, everyone gasped in exclamation.
Not bad, but too good
Fei Hongwen’s entries were filled with phantoms that couldn’t be more clear. They were as exquisite as works of art. Every detail was meticulously crafted, with a fairy aura that could not be seen in the world.
Even the most tricky art masters are holding their breath while gazing at this work, and can't fault it. Several players who have not yet participated in the competition have already shook their heads and sighed, admitting that they could not achieve Fei Hongwen.
In the blink of an eye, Fei Hongwen became the focus of everyone's eyes. He seemed to be covered with a brilliant golden light, even the senior old man who had suspected Fei Hongwen and sensed something was wrong could not help but want to take back the prejudice he had said before and completely push Fei Hongwen into the world. Go to the top.
Fei Hongwen felt that he had become a highly anticipated existence, and couldn't help but believe in his protagonist identity even more. He had put on the smile of the winner, staring at Luo Zhifeng with a condescending gaze.
In his eyes, Luo Zhifeng has become a defeated man and a harlequin. As for Fei Hongwen's sense of crisis? He is highly confident and will naturally never take this to heart.
He is the protagonist of the world!
Isn't a small game just a handy catch?
"Prepare to begin the final inspection." Luo Zhifeng's light voice interrupted everyone who continued to revel in the phantom of Fei Hongwen's works.
Fei Hongwen instantly lost the sense of being watched by everyone, and immediately glared at Luo Zhifeng, feeling that he was really ignorant of good and bad.
But Fei Hongwen paired Shang Luo Zhifeng's eyes, but was surprised to find that this person was still smiling!
His smile was not like the usual gentle and gentle look, much less like the smirk that he tried to support. Fei Hongwen's face turned blue at once, and his mouth was slightly open as if he was about to breathe out a series of rough air.
Fei Hongwen felt that he was offended, offended by such a thing... He actually felt that Luo Zhifeng's smile contained the joking and contempt of hunters watching their prey.
He was waiting for himself, looking down at himself...like looking at a useless object!
What qualifications does he have as a loser? What qualifications does he have? ! Fei Hongwen bit his lip irritably, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment.
He directly said to Luo Zhifeng: "Check it out, some people... it's better to give in early."
Otherwise, you don't know what you will die like! Fei Hongwen looked at Luo Zhifeng coldly, his mouth bends in a slightly twisted arc.
This weird smile destroyed Fei Hongwen's elegant appearance, but no one at the scene realized his abnormality. They looked at him as if they were looking at a god.
Luo Zhifeng replied invariably: "Some people...can only be botched forgers."
What do you know? What do you know? ! Fei Hongwen thought fiercely, what forgery-what he used is the real thing, this is the real thing! !
He couldn't wait to see his work smash Luo Zhifeng to the ground.
"Please conduct an on-site inspection of the works of the two contestants on the stage."
The person in charge holds up the two thin sheets of paper and presents them in front of the camera, so that everyone can see that this is a fair and open comparison.
But when holding up Luo Zhifeng's work, the person in charge frowned. He didn't know why he suddenly had the urge to burn the paper of Luo Zhifeng's work.
But how is it possible? No matter how he bored Luo Zhifeng privately, he couldn't have done this kind of absurd thing that ruined his future in public!
The person in charge felt ridiculous in his heart, and he still didn't show any strange appearance, but he already had a bump in his heart.
"Now, the inspection begins—"
With the voice of the person in charge falling, the spitting sound basically fell to the ground toward Luo Zhifeng. The audience's malice was like a wild beast, which was simply uncontrollable.
This also caused the viewers in the live broadcast room who had been distracted for a while to be again infected by this irritable and deep malice, and many people made a variety of obscenities in the live broadcast room.
[Fuck, the anchor is a scumbag, a trash, so I only deserve one to please women! ]
[Shit anchor, cheating money--I didn't come to see you fooling people here after spending so much effort! ! ]
[I think the anchor is out of play, and the ball is over-Bah, I might as well watch No Brain Shuang Wen, so that at least it can make me cool and not so embarrassed. I am so mad, I must be better than the anchor! ]
The audience watching Fei Hongwen's work in the live room swelled and expanded like a violent chemical reaction as soon as it fell on the desert. In the blink of an eye, it filled the half of the desert that people could see.
What about Luo Zhifeng's works?
It is as funny as it changes from a small white mist to a big white mist. After being released, it slowly floats there, as if it is going to take root only in this small area.
Looking at it, it can't be compared with Fei Hongwen's.
Even if it only expands into a small building! At least you can save a little respect.
The audience in the live broadcast room listened to the audience's wanton ridicule and scolding, and their hearts were cold. For a while, the number of people watching the live broadcast dropped sharply. I am afraid that only a few loyal fans remained.
Jiang Jingzhao shook his head frantically, typing: [Impossible...I think there must be some room for change! The anchor can definitely]
Although typing this way, his face was still dazzlingly lost and cold.
When things have reached this point, what's the leeway! It's impossible for the anchor to react like he imagined...
As soon as Jiang Jingzhao was about to say the last word of attack, his eyes widened, and he couldn't move his eyes on the screen.
Who said Luo Zhifeng couldn't fight back in a Jedi?
The white cloud mist that had shrunk into a ball and swayed slightly seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly began a crazy counterattack!
The white mist unfolded violently, and in an instant, it filled every corner of people's sight with a posture of covering the sky.
Where ordinary people can't see, Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi witnessed a truly fierce and intuitive battle.
Yu Shi's soul opened his mouth wide, and didn't know how to react. His gaze fell on the Qingli Mountain, Imperial City... and other buildings "created" by Fei Hongwen, and at this moment he realized what his uncomfortable feeling came from.
In these fantasy works from Fei Hongwen, there is a terrifying black air! The black breath is like a bone-attached maggot, like a muddy swamp, a rusty chain... It firmly envelops the formed scene of Qingli Mountain, just like a bloodthirsty long with a big mouth open. Like snakes, these creatures from Yu Shi's writings must be strangled to death!
Yu Shi saw a little bit of pain on the faces of the unformed white misty souls. At this moment, he seemed to empathize with him and knew the consequences of letting the black breath continue to spread.
These souls who are still being conceived will be killed!
It is eroding and devouring their existence!
But as soon as Yu Shifu approached, he felt the pain of needle sticks overwhelmingly struck him. This kind of pain caused him to shrink back several steps, unable to help at all.
He needs help... they need help! Yu Shi waved his burned arm feebly, pain in his eyes.
How could he, he couldn't face the death of a character born in his own writing...He needs help!
At this moment, Yu Shi suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Luo Zhifeng, all he meant in his eyes—you said you would help me, right? No regrets, right?
And Luo Zhifeng, who had been motionless, nodded slightly, and Yu Shi caught those Xu smiles on the corners of his lips, and was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to control his body
this is……
Yu Shi saw a long black-haired soul coming out of his body. He was wearing clothes that did not come from any dynasty.
This is Luo Zhifeng!
When Yu Shi realized this, Luo Zhifeng had already touched the white "fog" that was already attached to the "Qingli Mountain" and other scenery, and the black aura was madly resisting.
This made the existence that Yu Shi avoided but Luo Zhifeng easily touched it again-
At this moment, I don't know what Luo Zhifeng did. The white mist unexpectedly exceeded the bounds of the black air!
"what……"
A young sigh came out in the void space. In the white mist, Mingning made a little noise.
After the protagonist Mingning was brought back to Qingli Mountain for a while, he seemed to have become accustomed to such a life of cultivating immortals, not at all like he imagined.
But someone broke into Qingli Mountain and revealed for Mingning the corner of the hatred sealed in his memory.
Mingning is the prince of the most powerful country in the common world. His elder brothers and younger brothers except for the eldest son of the emperor died for various reasons, and it is impossible for him to be eligible for the throne.
Therefore, Mingning, the only surviving prince’s younger brother and a hot candidate for the throne, became a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of the prince’s eldest son.
As a result, the family of Mingning’s mother and concubine was beheaded for treason by Fluttering. On the night that everyone in the family fell to their heads, the news was received that Mingning’s mother and concubine had received the so-called from the emperor from the emperor’s eldest son. 'S invitation-
Let her dance a well-known dance before the emperor who was in bed for a long time collapsed, on the day when almost all of her family members were executed on the ground!
This is an insult... this is a demonstration, and this is also a signal that the prince is ready to start to eradicate the only brother who may be vying for the throne with him.
This is a Hongmen Banquet!
Who didn't know that the emperor couldn't get up long ago and couldn't even speak? This invitation can only be issued by the eldest prince in the name of the emperor!
Mingning had a hunch before that, but he couldn't abandon his mother and concubine, and he was even ready to die tragically.
But he didn't expect—the extent to which a delicate woman like his mother and concubine could do it was more ruthless than he thought!
Mingning's mother concubine lighted an incense stick and briefly fainted the people around her. During this race against time, she used a dagger to cut the flesh off her body.
Mingning's mother and concubine knew there were immortal cultivators, but her mother clan was not enough to reach them. The only way to escape she could find was a teleportation formation that needed immortal cultivators to activate.
Mingning's mother and concubine are mortals, how do mortals start the formation? Unless you use your whole body as a sacrifice-
Mingning watched his mother stained with blood and separated from flesh and blood... At the moment he was pushed into the teleportation formation, he saw the scarlet phoenix-tailed hairpin on his mother's hair as if it had come alive... it was bright red.
Since then, Mingning's memory of the palace is only the dazzling golden color, as well as her mother's fiery red dance skirt and vermilion phoenix tail hairpin.
That is a scene where blood and power are intertwined.
The palace is a cannibalism.
It is the representative of the pinnacle of the mortal world, the one who can live in a high position... is a poor man in Mingning's eyes.
Ming Ning, who was sent away by the teleportation array, was also a mortal who hadn't practiced before. He was naturally injured and became a fool.
Fortunately, this well-dressed fool met someone from Qing Lishan.
...
Mingning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the unformed soul seemed to be waking up.
At this moment, the audience who watched the duel without blinking their eyes uttered a sound of surprise and sigh.
They watched the majestic palace created by Fei Hongwen being engulfed by a string of vermilion flames rising in the sky, and it was burned to death in a few seconds!
"Ah!!!" The audience couldn't believe their eyes. How could Fei Hongwen, how could he lose? !
But the fact is like this, they are not allowed to deceive themselves. The camera broadcasted the bewildered and unbelievable expressions in countless pairs of eyes.
While Fei Hongwen's palace was burned to ashes, the white mist penetrated into the vermilion flame without hindrance. So... a brand-new palace rose from the sky and stood before people's eyes.
People saw the golden scorching glazed tiles, and were swept across their faces by the heavy and noble breath, and they couldn't help but think about it, as if they had seen a brand new palace just built.
After perceiving the magnificent arrangement, they took another breath, and at the half-open vermilion door, they saw a vaguely dancing red figure.
The sound of tick and tick water sounded, shocking people to their bones, and felt a deep chill out of thin air. The coquettish flame has also been burning and burning, so that the scorching breath of fire and blood mixed in people's noses.
Until this moment, the audience realized another meaning of the palace.
Not only wealth and power, but also... untold intrigue and killing existed in this place.
The emperor was the most noble person of that era, and the loneliest person!
This is Luo Zhifeng's work... It's ridiculous that they thought it was just a small cloud of inconspicuous white fog!
The more sober viewers have come over, no matter what, Fei Hongwen's palace has already lost. They marveled at this fantastic palace from the bottom of their hearts, it seemed to be the cannibal palace in the eyes of the protagonist Mingning!
It's just that some viewers looked at Qingli Mountain in confusion, why didn't Qingli Mountain move?
However, some crazy audiences with bloodshot eyes, staring at the direction of the desert, are the same as Fei Hongwen's expression at the moment, they are unbelievable and crazy.
Their thoughts at this moment are completely unified-
It must be a fluke! It must be Yu Shi's good luck and just knows so much about the palace! !
It is absolutely impossible for him to go further, Fei Hongwen/I will be the final winner!
Fei Hongwen’s face was so hideous and hideous for a few seconds, he would never find a problem on his body. When this fell wind, the first complaint was the one he burned. The original author of this book has been written by the predecessors for hundreds of thousands of years.
He felt that this predecessor was so unbelievable that he actually lost this round. If he finds the tomb of this predecessor in this world, he must dig out the bones of this shameful guy, and frustrate his bones!
Jiang Jingzhao sprang up with excitement, yelling, and almost burst into tears.
Because of this huge reversal, the flow of people in the live broadcast room returned in an instant, and even the number of viewers increased by a few points.
The live broadcast system watched all this, showing an unprecedented happy gesture. But it finally realized a very subtle thing in the ecstasy.
Why don't you look at it... the host is not ready to attack the protagonist of this small world as it imagined?
And-why hasn't it got a trace of the host's soul or even the protagonist's luck through the live broadcast room? !
With this thought of the live broadcast system, more and more flaws are discovered
How is it bound to the host? The host is really female, is it the greedy and selfish Qin Xuelan?
In the live broadcast, the audience's reversal of joy, the audience and Fei Hongwen's shocked and bitter reaction, Yu Shi saw Luo Zhifeng's lips curled up, suppressing his beating heart.
No one knows better than Yu Shi that it is impossible to create such a perfect world with his ability...
It was because of what Luo Zhifeng had done that the form suddenly reversed.
"Thank you." Yu Shi said softly, looking at the center of the fight without blinking. He saw a more solid-looking Ming Ning, and also found that the height of this young boy born in his own writing was a little higher. Divided, the breath was more calm, as if he had already experienced this time struggle for the throne.
His eyes swept to the next building.
It was a fairy palace, suspended in the clouds as a whole.
Mingning realized that he was in a hatred, and after recovering his memory, he slaughtered back to the palace, letting his brother kill himself.
The people of Qinglishan left a deep memory on him, so Mingning did not commit the murder by himself in the end.
He also had no intention of staying in this cannibalistic place to inherit the throne, and after supporting a person at will, he returned to Qingli Mountain.
However, Mingning did not expect that the person who supported the successor to the great prince had a great background. It was a huge fairy gate, and the mother and concubine of the great prince was the fairy Shu in the fairy gate. The immortal door wanted to use the power of the prince to interfere with the mortal world and control the imperial power, but did not want to plan to be disturbed by Mingning. How could they be willing?
The immortal gate's strength was much higher than Qingli Mountain, so he asked them for someone.
Qingli Shanren knew that Mingning was bound to be killed if he left, and refused--
When Mingning arrived, his master and the people on Qingli Mountain were seriously injured and dying. He had no choice but to take them away and strayed into a fairy house.
He obtained the inheritance of ancient immortals in the Xian Mansion, but outside the Xian Mansion, the Xianmen tried their best to trap the people of Qingli Mountain and label them as evildoers who were all evil and punishable.
Mingning people in Xianfu have a special channel to learn about outsiders' insults and ridicule of Qinglishan. But he can't do anything--
Fairy house.
This immortal mansion gave Ming Ning a powerful force, and it also brought him indelible pain and self-blame. It was an invisibly polished xinxing of his cultivation.
How could it be so empty and false like what Fei Hongwen constructed? !
As a result, the fairy mansion "created" by Fei Hongwen was easily erased.
After that, Mingning strengthened Dao Xin and walked to Shengxian Road after numerous setbacks. There is a question before Shengxian Road, do you regret that the Qinglishan people are not dead?
If they were crushed to death by the immortal gate from the beginning, Mingning would naturally not have so many obstacles on the path of cultivating immortals, and he would not bother to rectify their names...
This is a good choice for all practitioners. Most practitioners will clarify their original minds when facing interrogations from the heavens.
Most of the answers are afraid that they hope that there will be less obstacles on their path of cultivation.
But Mingning smiled slightly, and the slender young man said, "Want them to die sooner?"
"Then I should be an animal that kills relatives and ancestors!"
Then, he calmly set foot on Shengxian Road, smiled calmly at the Qingli Clan, and said, "I'm waiting for you."
On this Xiuxian Avenue-I am waiting for you.
Because...
Mingning opened his eyes completely in front of Luo Zhifeng, he saw the crumbling road of "creation" by Fei Hongwen, and his expression was pale. After that, he saw the deserted "Qingli Mountain", scratched slightly with his fingers, and a sudden anger appeared on his face.
He opened his arms, and the white mist became his most familiar natal sword. Mingning did not hesitate to take out the sword and destroy the fake Qinglishan with a sword!
How could anyone dare to... fake his Qinglishan? Fake his home? So bold--
Then, the awakened Ming Ning turned his head and saw countless illusory and familiar figures beside him. He seemed to suddenly realize something. After a while, he pondered for a while and raised one to Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi beside him. A soft smile.
Afterwards, his figure and many illusory figures re-turned into a white mist, and turned into the Qingli Mountain that had re-established after the destruction of this false Qingli Mountain!
When the time is right, they will all wake up and be finally conceived one day.
Mingning encountered so many scenery along the way, but in the end-his soul belongs to Qingli Mountain.
That is already his home.
"No, it's impossible!" Fei Hongwen screamed sharply next to him. At this moment, he was like a demon with his disguised skin removed, and he didn't even conceal his ugly thoughts.
"How could you have beaten me, I used--!" His voice stopped abruptly, and even at this moment, Fei Hongwen did not dare to expose his hole cards.
He knew that once those things in his house were exposed, he would be completely finished! So he can't... But Fei Hongwen can't figure it out, he can't understand, how could Luo Zhifeng beat him? !
Fei Hongwen's eyes were bloodshot, and looking at Luo Zhifeng was like seeing the enemy he had always wanted to tear apart. With bruises on his face and sweat, he seemed to be able to have a nightmare all night.
After Fei Hongwen's works were completely destroyed, his deceptive power seemed to dissipate a lot.
Quite a few nerve-raising audiences came to their senses afterwards, as if they had seen a ghost.
"I haven't seen good works. How come I am so crazy about an author?!"
"Didn't I always fan the book and don't fan people? How come this time... it's like being covered with lard!"
"My savings and my savings are all rewarded to Fei Hongwen-I am really deceived by ghosts..."
The new fan reacted to what was wrong with her for a long time. At this moment, the few diehard fans who had been most brainwashed felt Fei Hongwen’s despair and anger, and suddenly jumped up from their seats and took them from their bodies with red eyes. Out of a sharp object, Chaoluo Zhifeng stabbed it
Luo Zhifeng could see clearly, Fei Hongwen was seriously proud and delighted when he discovered that a fan attacked Luo Zhifeng.
He was like saying: My fan killed you, what does it have to do with me.
It is their honor for them to be the knife in my hand!
Obviously, Fei Hongwen knew his deformed influence, and wanted to guide his diehard fans to kill Luo Zhifeng at the moment of his defeat, and to stabilize his current position.
How did those sharp objects come from? Luo Zhifeng glanced, and there was a fan's blade that was drawn directly from his flesh.
Luo Zhifeng lowered his eyes coldly, and his gaze fell on the desert filled with new scenery at this time. As if he had found something, he showed a funny smile.
In the next second, the few fans who attacked Luo Zhifeng were immediately stopped by the police officer.
One of the most ferocious and fastest fans left with a dagger falling to the ground, and Luo Zhifeng's wrist was directly stepped on the sole of his foot.
Soon, this fan was also restrained by the police. When Fei Hongwen saw such a surprise attack, Luo Zhifeng hadn't even touched any of his cold hair, and the implied pride suddenly turned into dissatisfaction.
The change in his expression similar to the face change in drama was seen by the people all over the country, and most of the audience who lost the filter that made him feel uncomfortable.
How do they feel that this lost Fei Hongwen was a little unhappy when he saw that the attacker did not succeed?
[I said...] Shocked, the audience in the live broadcast room who watched the face-slapped happily finally emerged. [The audience just said: Kill Yu Shi! They all want to kill the anchor! Grass... It turned out to be really hands-on. ]
[I thought something was wrong! The appearance of these fans, the madness of the attackers, is basically the prototype of a cult! This Fei Hongwen simply used some way to forcibly control people's thoughts and let them only follow them! ]
[Fei Hong texts came as a copywriter and I was drunk, and now...Oh, I always feel that he just lost and his face is not happy enough! I want to watch the anchor slap his face a bit deeper-tear off all his masks and expose Fei Hongwen's evil deeds. ]
[Agree! ]
For a while, there were constant voices of approval in the live broadcast room, and they also heard the whispers of the audience, saying that they guessed that Fei Hongwen's article was really copied by the original author.
However, this statement always makes people's minds itchy. I can't wait to let the people of the whole country see the stone hammer immediately.
"Okay." Luo Zhifeng's smiling voice suddenly came from the live broadcast room.
The audience in the live broadcast room was first dull, then surprised and pleasantly surprised.