Live Wild Adventure

Chapter 114 The smell of burning garbage

Bi Fang opened his backpack, changed out the mud-stained windbreaker, shook off the sand, and put on an assault jacket again to resist the cold wind.

The drone flew high, and the barrage frequency suddenly dropped.

Wang Yongbo in the backstage doesn't know, so it's [-] o'clock in the evening, which should be the time when users are active. How could the activity decrease so much during the rush?

But when he saw the picture in the live broadcast room, he was stunned.

under the night sky.

Bi Fang walked on the gradually cooling sand, with the Milky Way across the sky above his head, and black shadows floating on the ground, which were clouds blocking the moonlight.

The wind is singing in a low voice, like ancient Xuan's song, like the totem characters on the ancient stone pillars, engraved there long before the birth of the world.

That is the language that the God of Nature used when he created this world and sang alone.

He is everywhere, moving sand dunes, wind-eroded boulders, whispering his story.

The sky and the earth are vast, and the audience finds that they cannot tell where the wind is coming from. It is everywhere, as if countless people in all directions are playing Tao Xun and singing ancient Xuan's songs in a low voice.

The cloud breaks and the moon rises, a full moon hangs in the sky, and the starry sky is also displayed. The sky is full of clear light, and every grain of fine sand on the vast and boundless sand sea reflects the cold light of the stars and the moon.

The vast and boundless desert... Ilham lived in the desert, but it was the first time that Ilham felt that the desert was so...so great, and he couldn't help feeling awe.

so beautiful.

Countless people were poor at words, they couldn't find any words to describe such a scene, and tacitly stopped sending barrage.

At this moment, their thoughts were unified and their souls throbbed.

This kind of spiritual clarity is even more obvious after there are no fools chattering and begging for gifts.

"Pretty?"

Bi Fang guessed something and spoke out everyone's aspirations. He stopped and the drone took 360-degree shots of the entire desert and starry sky.

The beauty that can attract you is the sinking that makes you unaware.

This is absolutely true.

A beam of light that pierces the night, a seed that spits out green slightly in the soil, a flower that smells strange, a lazy cloud, a line of poetry that hits the soul directly, a breathtaking painting, a sincere poem moving song.

A vast expanse of starry sky and desert.

[Suddenly want to go to the wilderness to survive, but what should I do if I don’t have enough strength?Wait online, hurry up! 】

【Go, I'll sit at your wife's table, don't worry】

[One screen saver, Kai Sen! 】

[It feels like I have been traveling for so many years, I shouldn't go to the city, I should go to this kind of forest desert! 】

[Me too, going to other cities is completely the same and crowded. 】

[Looking at Lao Fang’s live broadcast room, his soul is completely cleared, God, I’m guilty, I shouldn’t be so handsome]

[Someone said I was handsome, I thought about it all night, who leaked the news? 】

As Bi Fang's fans grew and the audience became more and more familiar with him, many people's names began to change.

From the anchor at the beginning, to Fang Shen, and now to the old Fang that many people call him, this can be reflected.

This is a good thing. In fact, Bi Fang also thinks that this name is silly, but many people prefer it. After all, being unique means making people curious. Curiosity brings clicks, and clicks bring traffic.

Even if it is unique.

Without Du Chuan's rat droppings, the popularity of Bi Fang's live broadcast room began to pick up rapidly. As early as in Quicksand, a hot spot had already been formed, and the number of viewers directly exceeded 15.

No matter how inactive and depressing Bi Fang was before, now Du Chuan and others are as exciting as how miserable they are.

At the moment when Du Chuan and others were trapped in the quicksand, the water friends had a collective orgasm, and they were so excited.

The gift traffic directly reached the top of Langya TV's gift list!

No one can beat it!

In addition, Bi Fang's live broadcast time is different from the past, eight or nine o'clock is the node when people's nightlife just starts.

The activity of the water friends is also very high, the popularity is growing like a rocket, and the gifts never stop. Even if Bi Fang sneezes, some people will give gifts saying that the sneezes are very technical, and others will be envious.

In this case, the popularity climbed to 500 million in a short while, a veritable big anchor!
Countless little anchors stared in envy.

Judging from Bi Fang's live broadcast experience, this is almost a level of broadcasting. So far, he has achieved a triple jump.

What about next time?
Is Langya No. [-] brother's position so stable?
Mo Xiaoxian looked at the rapid rise of Bi Fang, and couldn't help showing a wry smile. It was up to him to decide who would sit on the throne.

Maybe in less than two more times, he, the first brother Langya, will surrender to others.

Completely incomparable.

This is the general trend, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that if anyone dares to touch Ci Bifang now, whoever touches him will die!
Bi Fang is already the uncrowned king of Langya Live!

On the other hand, drones are still flying in the night sky.

Under the strong request of the audience, the drone flew high and filmed for a full ten minutes before returning to Bi Fang and continuing the live broadcast.

After coughing twice, Bi Fang began to explain the next goal.

"During the day in the desert, the heat and lack of water will quickly reduce your physical fitness, so I chose to go forward at night, because of the specific heat capacity of the sand. In the desert, the temperature at night is significantly lower, and it can even be called cold, so I changed Put on the jacket, the current temperature is about..."

Bi Fang brought the topic back, but at this moment he suddenly sniffled, slightly puzzled.

"Strange, where is the burnt smell coming from? Something is burning?"

The smell in the desert is very monotonous, just a common burnt and bitter smell, but just now this burnt smell has suddenly become much stronger, a kind of smell like garbage being burned in a concentrated manner.

This reminded him of the time when the corpse was burned not long ago. The taste was not as complicated as this, but it was somewhat similar.

[? ? ?Burnt smell? 】

[Is anyone here?Or is there a fire nearby? 】

The audience in the live broadcast room could only watch, listen, but not smell. They didn't feel anything special at the moment, but some other barrage content caught Bi Fang's attention.

[By the way, Mr. Lin and Lord Mu are gone.]

[And that high school student too? 】

【Oh, I don’t even know if you don’t tell me. 】

[Is it because Lao Fang would rather die than surrender under the power, and the bosses are not interested? 】

[I would rather die than surrender?Interesting, elaborate! 】

Seeing the barrage, Bi Fang realized that Yao Jun and Lin Chang seemed to have never played since just now.

It stands to reason that after driving away Du Chuan, shouldn't they start scanning spaceships to blind themselves?
Why are you gone?
But after thinking about it, Bi Fang felt relieved again.

"After all, they are big bosses and students in real life. How can they watch the live broadcast all the time? It's normal to leave for a while."

It's strange to spend every day in his studio.

So Bi Fang didn't think much about it, and being interrupted by netizens, he also forgot about the burnt smell. Anyway, this is a desert, and there will be no forest fires.

Maybe some kind of rubbish was burning?
There are tiankengs in many deserts, which are full of toxic gases and have a considerable degree of flammability. They are very dangerous and must be kept away from them.

Thinking of this, Bi Fang's pace became faster.

　The writing of these chapters is not very good, and I don’t seem to be happy to teach others a lesson. Speaking of which, why do you have so few comments? I still want to copy book reviews like other authors.

　　If you don't give enough feedback, it's hard for me to know what you really think.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)