Rising America

I really don't know what Lin Xiao thinks?

Why is he so stubborn to pack himself in this way?

In this regard, Nu Wa was quite puzzled.

After all, such as Lin Xiao's packaging and boasting, this is really something ordinary people can do.

At least most people are not so thick-skinned.

I don't know if it is because Lin Xiao has appeared in several TV series, so he has a little acting skills and feels that he can play this kind of rich man well.

It's just that the reality is cruel.

Not to mention that someone deliberately dug out the black material and exploded it.

In short, Lin Xiao was a total brain damage +250 in Nuwa's eyes.

But then again, Lin Xiao's trick is actually quite useful. After all, if Cai Minghua hadn't dug up these black materials and exploded, then how could the public know.

Even Lin Xiao really succeeded.

Lin Xiao, who obviously only had more than 100 million island coins, equivalent to 20 to 30 million soft sister coins, just packaged herself as a wealthy and trashy celebrity with tens of billions of island coins. At that time, people felt that when they saw him The golden light shines all over his body, which is also a kind of ability.

And 99% of people really believed it.

Even now that the black material has been exploded, there are still a large number of Lin Xiao fans on the Internet, who firmly believe that her violent idol is indeed a ‘rich man’, and are firmly fighting other people on the Internet.

For these unjudgmental fans, Nuwa really doesn't know what to say.

However, Nuwa discovered that these Lin Xiaonaofans' messages still had strong traces of faith behind the network data line. This discovery made Nüwa feel that the existence of the brain-draining fans is not a bad thing.

After all, she will also enter the entertainment circle in the future and use her identity as a singer to break through. At that time, she will also have her own fan group, and in this way she will gather faith.

So Nuwa also hopes that she can have a group of fans with brain-disabled people, because these fans of brain-disabled can provide themselves with a purer belief power.

It's just that Lin Xiao is an ordinary person, and most of the stars are ordinary people, so even if they have their own fan base and a large number of brain-dead fans, they can't gather the beliefs generated by these fans and refine them. Come for yourself to evolve.

From Nuwa's point of view, this is really a pity.

So when Nuwa felt the faint remaining faith in the message post, a deep regret and a pity appeared on her delicate little face.

"If this is how good my fans are, this is all faith power. Although it is not that pure, it is also mixed with the power of negative desire, but it is possible to refine it, not to mention the huge number of fans. The mottled belief power produced..."

Nu Wa looked at the phone and muttered to herself in a low voice.

At this moment, her thoughts have shifted from the relevant news reports of Cai Minghua and Lin Xiao to the aspect of faith.

And Nuwa quickly put the regretful thoughts behind her head, because she thought that soon she would return to China as a celebrity with the help of Jin Xiantai, and then start her singer career.

So she will definitely have her own fans by then.

So, don't envy fans of the hapless Lin Xiao, anyway, she will have them in the future.

Speaking of Nuwa, it is also very sad. For the sake of faith, she now plans to go to the entertainment industry.

Who would dare to believe this?

But this is an indisputable fact.

In fact, it is not just Nuwa who needs faith power, but many of China’s returnees need to start planning how to have their own believers and gather their own faith power.

It's just that other people are still exploring. When thinking of a way, Nuwa had already found a goal and was about to implement it soon.

Many people will envy me then, right?

Nu Wa put down her phone, sitting on the sofa and thought to herself with pride.

Inadvertently, Nuwa thought of her apprentice Coco, and her face collapsed suddenly.

Because she found that no matter how hard she tried, compared with her strange little apprentice, the master of herself was like a diao silk.

Actually, it's no wonder that Nu Wa thought so.

Cocoa really hit her harder.

Think about it, when she, a master, was still racking her brains for her faith, Coco already had two worlds of faith sources, and this alone was a blow to Nuwa.

Not to mention that there is not just one world that Cocoa masters, it is comparable to the world of Ganges sand numbers mastered by Western religions, so the little guy does not need to worry about the source of faith at all.

As long as the little guy is willing, he can open up and establish his own source of faith anytime and anywhere in the planes that she controls.

I don't know how many streets are there to leave her as a master at this point.

Some people may ask, if this is the case, why is Nu Wa still so distressed? Because of the source of faith, she has a headache, so she can directly ask her apprentice Coco for help soon.

Anyway, the little guy has so many planes and worlds, Nuwa, who is a master, will ask for a few words, and the little guy's character will definitely not refuse.

Then, so to speak, the idea is correct.

But things cannot be done.

Of course, Nuwa knew that if she went to find Coco, she could easily establish her own stable source of faith from the world of planes mastered by her apprentice, without having to show her face to be a singer.

But it is precisely because Nuwa is the master of Coco, that she can't do this.

A master has the dignity of being a master.

At the same time, Nuwa also has her own persistence and stubbornness, even if she is considered weird, this is Nuwa.

Moreover, as a Nuwa who has experienced the Primordial Era, it is very clear how important the source of faith is, and how crazy a plane world can provide a source of faith.

You know, in the Primordial Era, these people, in addition to fighting the invasion of the Arthurian Protoss, also had to fight internally for the source of faith, and they killed the dead mountain and blood.

Nuwa didn't want to encroach on the interests of her apprentice Coco, because she knew how precious it was. Even if she was a master, she could not use such an identity to take advantage of her apprentice Coco. This was Nüwa's insistence.

It may make people feel ridiculous, but it is precisely for this reason that this Nuwa sister paper from another time and space makes people think that her persistence is very precious.

And Coco is lucky to have such a wonderful master like her, after all, a master like Nuwa is much better than those who do apprenticeship, isn't it?

Get up from the sofa, pick up the phone and walk to the corner of the small living room, find the charger and start charging the phone.

After doing all this, Nuwa checked the time and decided to wash and sleep.

She has been informed that tomorrow the woman named Qiao An will go back to the fast food restaurant where she works, and she will act with her when that happens.

So she needs to rest and keep herself in the best condition.

Although it doesn’t matter if Nüwa doesn’t sleep for a year, because she has been in the world for more than ten years and has been greatly affected by the current society, Nüwa is like many girls nowadays. Theory.

It is also really ridiculous.

Because Nuwa has not rested for ten years and a hundred years, she can still feel radiant, completely different from ordinary girls.

But Nuwa now believes this.

From the side, the current set of theories that girls believe in has a great influence.

After all, even Nuwa was affected, wasn't it?

------split line------

The Xiangjiang River at midnight is brightly lit

Located on a street in a bustling nightclub in Kowloon City, a small shop called "Xiangjiang Zi Fish Ball Noodles" gathered a dozen men with fierce faces.

This small restaurant operating fish ball noodles is not large in size, and only four or five tables can be placed in total. Now, after a dozen men have been seated, the small shop has become very crowded.

And because the atmosphere in the store seems to be a little uncomfortable, some customers who want to enter the store immediately turn around and leave when they come to the store. Obviously, the business cannot be done.

The dozen or so big guys in the store are clearly divided into two waves, and the sitting positions can be seen to be confrontational. Among the two waves of big guys sits men who seem to be the bosses of both sides. One of them holds a stranger in his arms. A baby who is less than one year old.

This little baby is very cute, with big eyes spinning around. Even though the men around are wicked, but the little guy is not afraid at all, but looks around strangely. .

I don't know if it was because of the existence of the little guy that the big guys at the scene suppressed their anger. Even though the negotiations were deadlocked, they did not fight as usual. Instead, the leaders of both sides continued to talk patiently.

The man holding the baby was a middle-aged man with wax on his head and combed a big back. It seemed rather stylish, and in this dull and depressing atmosphere, he spoke first.

"Hei Zicheng! Yonghui night club must give us half of the show. Now the fire is my business, so I have to find food for my brothers, and I have to feed a little baby now, I also need to earn more Money! If you disagree, then you will not give our brothers a way to survive, then I will fight with you!"

The man holding the baby fell to the ground, and the men around him behind him began to stare at the enemies on the opposite side, as if they would be afraid of something like this.

Sitting across from the man holding the baby was an old guy with a big belly. He also opened his eyes, trying to make himself look as vicious as possible.

"Fly on the street! Fight! We will be afraid of you. Your boss will die on the woman's belly immediately with his saliva. Now what is the matter with Huozidui! You don't have the right to watch Yonghui!"

The little brothers behind him also immediately cooperated and started the performance.

"Cut him off the street and close the family property!"

"Cut you off, see if you die!"

The subordinates behind the man holding the little baby looked at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and immediately slammed them, and raised their hands to give pointers to increase their aura.

Well, the Xiangjiang underworld is such a virtue. There are more talks than reality. Even if you find someone to do it, you usually spend money to hire a big circle to do things.

Amidst the turmoil of the crowd, the man holding the baby put the baby aside, rushed out and grabbed the opposing boss's hair, raised his leg and hit the opponent's face with a beggar.

It's not over yet, but the other party picked up the teapot and slammed his head to write down the big belly, and was immediately beaten with blood.

The man's movements were swift and agile, and when everyone did not react, he had already brought down the opponent's boss.

"Huh! Crazy with me! Let you know who I am, Luigi!"

Let go, the big belly boss fell to the ground softly.

Seeing the man claiming to be "Luigi" beckoned to the men behind him, he was the first to rush towards the young men who were still shocked.

The little baby who was put aside by him smiled and clapped his hands. At the same time, he shouted, "Master, come on! Dominate Hong Kong and Kowloon! You will rely on you for the milk powder money!"

Listening to the voice of the little baby, the middle-aged man who had just beaten a big man flying with a punch gave him a violent stature, and then looked back at the little baby with a dubious cry.

brush!

The light of the knife flashed, and a guy struck the middle-aged man in the neck with a mountain knife.

It's not a good habit to be distracted during a fight.

The imaginary scene of blood flying across did not appear, but the knife hand holding the knife felt like he had smashed the steel with a knife, and the tiger's mouth was shocked by the strength of the counter shock.

The middle-aged man turned his head and grinned at the swordsman. The laughing swordsman even forgot to cut the second knife. The middle-aged man who was called the master by the little baby immediately raised his hand and slapped his head...