I created the world

Seeing his reaction, Delia guessed that Han Fei might have recognized what was written on it, and she hurriedly asked, "Brooke, what's written on it!?"

Not only Delia was curious, but everyone was also curious.

Of course, the players in the live broadcast room knew that Shang Wenxuan could understand the characters of the Great Xia Dynasty, so they kept paying attention to his expression.

When I saw Shang Wenxuan's reaction, I immediately understood that there must be something extraordinary written on it, otherwise he would not have such a reaction, who has always been calm and calm.

But the piece of paper from the Guangming Church was in Fang Xingchen's hands, and he was staring at the words on it.

The reason why Victor wanted one was not because he wanted to be outdone.

He was planning to bring it back to the Church of Light to find someone to identify the characters on it. With the strength of the Church of Light, it would not be difficult to find someone who could understand the characters of the Great Xia Dynasty.

But at this time Fang Xingchen took the initiative to come up to read the content above.

Although Victor was a little surprised, he didn't refuse, because he knew Fang Xingchen's identity.

Fang Xingchen naturally couldn't understand, but he opened his mouth and asked in Chinese, "Can anyone understand?"

Fang Xingchen asked the people in the live broadcast room, but he didn't expect much, because he knew very well that the people who can understand the characters of the Daxia Dynasty can count on one finger.

"Besides the boss of Shang Tang, this ghost painting talisman also knows that Emperor Han knows him, right?"

"Emperor Han has been diving for many years, who knows where he went."

"Anchor, if you ask us, it's better to ask the boss of Shangtang directly, although he may kill you with a sword (funny.jpg)"

"Boss Lei might know him, but it's a pity that he doesn't broadcast live now, and it's hard to find him."

......

The curiosity of the viewers in the live broadcast room was aroused all of a sudden, encouraging Fang Xingchen to ask Shang Wenxuan one by one.

Fang Xingchen is not a fool, even if Shang Wenxuan knew that he was a player, he might not treat him as an onion.

Even if I asked in the past, most of them would just be asking for trouble.

"I know."

"I know!"

"I know it!!"

At this moment, someone in the live broadcast room suddenly swiped dozens of messages in a row, overwhelming the screen.

The players didn't take it seriously at first, but when they saw the ID of the person who spoke, they all went crazy with joy, because that person's name was "Wolf if there is milk".

The IDs of the players speaking in the live broadcast room are bound to the forum ID, and there is no way to change it, and everyone knows that Cain's forum ID is the "Wolf if you have milk".

"Haha, I've lived a short life! Kid Cain cheated on his corpse!"

"Why did I forget, kid Cain has also been alive since the time of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"Hurry up, kid Cain, help us translate!"

......

Zhao Yi was quite proud at first, but when he saw a group of people calling him a kid in the live broadcast room, his face suddenly turned dark, and he immediately typed a line in the live broadcast room.

"Why should I translate for you... a group of brothers."

After Zhao Yi finished typing, he suddenly laughed, and continued to type in the live broadcast room, "They are all called Brother Cain, Master Cain, I am considering whether to translate for you."

The next moment, the people in the live broadcast room swiped their screens in unison.

"Brother Cain!"

"Brother Cain, help us translate quickly! (I am sixteen this year.jpg)"

"Master Cain!"

"Little ancestor Cain!"

......

Zhao Yi instantly felt endless satisfaction in his heart, and even automatically ignored his emoji.

"For the sake of your brothers being so sincere, let me translate for you. This passage is about..."

[Author's digression]: I'm sorry, I'm going to break the chapter again.

Chapter 397 God Killing Land, God's Blood Is Immortal

"The place where the gods are killed, the blood of the gods is immortal... Drink my blood and become a descendant of the gods!"

When Cain translated this sentence, the audience in the live broadcast room were all stunned, and suddenly understood why Shang Wenxuan had that reaction.

More than 1000 years ago, Han Fei tried to kill God in the Temple of Creation. At that time, with the Judgment Excalibur, Han Fei scratched the finger of the Creator God, and indeed a drop of the Creation God's blood fell on the ground.

The 10 people in the live broadcast room could clearly see that drop of divine blood was swallowed by Shang Wenxuan on the stone.

"The divine blood is immortal, does this mean that the divine blood is still in the original creation temple?"

"Ha, it's interesting, that is to say, what Boss Shang swallowed wasn't the blood of the gods at all, but the stones stained with the blood of the gods."

"Damn it, it's been more than 1000 years, is the blood of God so hanging!?"

"Pfft, I'm kneeling, this dog plotted a line to bury it so far!"

......

When Han Fei read this sentence, Delia's face was full of bewilderment, because the latter two paragraphs were understandable, but she didn't know what it meant at all.

Han Fei's killing of gods has become a legend after more than 1000 years, and the natives of the Western Fantasy world even doubt whether this incident has ever happened.

After all, trying to kill a god with a mortal body, only a lunatic would do such a thing.

"Is what he said true?"

Delia didn't understand, but asked the most critical question.

When Shang Wenxuan and Han Fei saw the previous sentence, they knew what Dalton said was true.

"it is true."

When Han Fei said these three words, he was in a daze, because these few words brought him back to the memory of his previous life.

Delia's expression changed slightly, and she asked eagerly, "How do you judge?"