Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

"Am I dazzled?"

Yu Shi briefly murmured through his body.

Because he is in the state of a soul now, he can naturally see things that others cannot see.He saw the phantom of Qingli Mountain taking shape in front of him, and he also saw more clearly the nature of those cloud-like flocs under the phantom of Qingli Mountain...that was the soul, each one that was being conceived soul.

Yu Shi saw the figure of a person he was familiar with.

Ming Ning, Gu Xi...Yu Shi could vaguely see their half-formed eyebrows.They seemed to be immersed in An Meng, the corners of their mouths were curved and curved, overflowing with a breath of life.

——Their bodies like white mist condensed the phantom of Qingli Mountain!

On the other hand, looking at Fei Hongwen, Yu Shi's soul couldn't help but tremble with fear immediately.Qingli Mountain, who clearly understands Fei Hongwen, is also illusory, like a fairyland, but he just gives Yu Shi a very bad feeling.

"So it's like this? So what is it like?"

Yu Shi belatedly remembered what Luo Zhifeng had just said, and he didn't seem to be surprised by such a wonderful situation at all, as if he had a plan in mind.

Luo Zhifeng smiled lightly: "The essence of fantasy is gestation. It uses the pens of you authors to gestate the souls of your books, characters, and landscapes—"

His unspoken guess is that...

The world was already on the brink of collapse, and its Heavenly Dao set its sights on the book in order to save itself.

These books have the possibility of forming a small world of their own, but it is far from enough to rely on the weak soul produced by themselves.

Thus, the unformed Dao of Heaven in the book and the Dao of Heaven in this small world where Yu Shi lived reached a win-win deal.The heavenly way of this small world helps the world in the book to give birth to a new soul, and the world in the book provides a 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 painstaking efforts can truly stimulate the imagination and let the scenes described in the text appear.

And these scenery born from the text will continuously nourish and nurture the unformed soul, waiting quietly as a mother for the day when they will come to life.

Isn't the so-called fantasy city plan just a bright escape route pointed out by this small world?

As long as people enter into the new little world constructed by imagination, where the soul is being born, they can survive.

"Tsk——" Luo Zhifeng clicked his tongue lightly, and the meaning revealed between his eyebrows and eyes was hard to fathom.

The onlookers can't see the soul being conceived under the shelter of the phantom, they can only see that Luo Zhifeng's writing speed is much slower than Fei Hongwen's, as if deliberately delaying time!

Their scolding became more and more intense, and the audience in the live broadcast room were almost nauseated by the spittle splashing across a world.

Even the police officers who were in charge of maintaining order at the venue were shaken after looking directly at the phantom of Qingli Mountain created by Fei Hongwen for a few seconds, and appeared passive and sabotage.

[what happened? ] Jiang Jingzhao typed in the live broadcast room in bewilderment, [This Earth Recall Competition is a large-scale competition planned by the state and very important, right?Then why is it so noisy like a vegetable market? ! ]

Which much-anticipated game held by a country is not solemn and solemn?

But look at the inside of the venue... what a mess it is!

The audience who were supposed to be sitting in their seats were full of enthusiasm, and their mouths kept murmuring something. Jiang Jingzhao carefully observed several audiences, and found that their lip shapes were surprisingly consistent, as if they were in tacit agreement are chanting the same slogan.

The camera that was supposed to cover the entire venue was in front of Fei Hongwen at this moment, while Luo Zhifeng, the opponent, seemed to be completely ignored.

What Jiang Jingzhao couldn't bear the most was that the police recruited for this kind of national level competition should be of high quality and put the overall situation first, 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 looked at Fei Hongwen or Luo Zhifeng, and without exception, he showed admiration for Fei Hongwen, but contempt and disgust for Luo Zhifeng? !

Jiang Jingzhao's uncle was once fortunate enough to maintain such a large-scale national event. He just happened to look at Jiang Jingzhao's computer, and his face immediately turned black.

"This is disgrace to the country! What kind of words!"

This is a global broadcast!Cameras cover every corner of the venue, and every move of everyone in the venue will be clearly presented in front of audiences across the country, and even audiences from other countries.

By doing this... they are undoubtedly trampling the face of their own country on the ground.

[Yes!It's embarrassing,] Some viewers in the live broadcast room responded to Jiang Jingzhao, and then quickly raised a question [I think the anchor's face slapping should have to wait a while, so I was distracted by the guests and audience of these competitions just now.

I'm curious now, what are these audiences talking about with their heads bowed?Is there a master who understands lip language to come and analyze it? ]

The viewers who were originally dominated by irritability and even wanted to criticize the anchor were attracted by this comment, and they flocked to watch, and their attention was diverted in this way.

Seeing the restless comments become empty, the viewer in the live broadcast room who asked the question scratched his hair and said to himself:

"Am I helping the host maintain order in the studio?"

"Hey...it's a little fun to think about it." She rolled her eyes, "Then continue to watch the anchor?"

Luo Zhifeng felt a very fiery gaze, which undoubtedly came from Fei Hongwen.

Fei Hongwen regards Luo Zhifeng as the biggest stumbling block, and looks at him triumphantly almost every time he writes quickly.

It's really annoying.

"So that's how it is..." Yu Shi slowly pondered Luo Zhifeng's words, and the gloomy feeling was swept away, and his voice sounded joyful——

It was as if the sun was shining on this young man blinded by hatred again.

He chirped, whispering in Luo Zhifeng's ear like a little bird: "I'll see Mingning, right? I'll see him, right—?"

The characters in the author's pen are always what they want to be.

Now, when Yu Shi thinks of this... he feels his whole heart trembling.

"I really want... to meet him soon," Yu Shi murmured, "He is not Wen Cheng in Fei Hongwen's writing, he is Ming Ning! So... let's continue!"

If Yu Shi had a body, his eyes would probably be extremely bright at this moment.

"Continue." Luo Zhifeng agreed, slightly curling the corner of his mouth.This time, he didn't stop writing again, as if he was painting some landscape painting, he completed it with one stroke.

When he stopped writing, Fei Hongwen had already finished writing, and at the moment he was looking at Luo Zhifeng with a calm and slightly mocking look.

The moment Luo Zhifeng stopped writing, the time for this game had just run out.

"What is this! Hahaha—I'm dying of laughter!" Some viewers saw a large cloud of...unexplainable white mist on the competition work written by Luo Zhifeng, and made ear-piercing laughter.

This is really... too funny!

"Hahaha I laughed so hard, I thought this plagiarism dog was so leisurely, but what happened? He just showed us a white mist? Look at Ren Fei Hongwen's work, it's called a real master's work, okay? ! What is the difference between cloud and mud, I can feel—”

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the thin white mist in front of Luo Zhifeng, which seemed to be blown away in one breath, and one or two were dumbfounded.

What about turning fantasy into reality?You wrote about Mount Qingli, about the city of mortals, about the palace, and even described the path the protagonist took to ascend to immortality... The result of writing so much is that you catalyzed a small cloud of white mist into a cloud. Big cloud of white fog?

Funny, right?

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 look at Fei Hongwen's works, and everyone gasped in surprise after seeing Fei Hongwen's works.

Not bad, but great——

Fei Hongwen's entries floated clear phantoms, they are as delicate as pieces of art, every detail is carefully crafted, with a sense of immortality that cannot be seen in the mortal world.

Even the trickiest art masters hold their breath when staring at this work, and can't find any faults.Several contestants who have not participated in the competition have already shook their heads and sighed, admitting that they cannot do what Fei Hongwen did.

In the blink of an eye, Fei Hongwen became the focus of everyone's eyes.His body seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant golden light. Even the high-ranking old man who had doubted Fei Hongwen and sensed something was wrong couldn't help but want to take back his prejudices and push Fei Hongwen into the world completely. to the top.

Fei Hongwen felt that he had become a highly anticipated existence, and couldn't help but believe in his identity as the protagonist.He had already put on a winner's smile, and there was a condescending look in his gaze at Luo Zhifeng.

In his eyes, Luo Zhifeng has become a defeated opponent, a buffoon.As for the sense of crisis that Fei Hongwen felt?With his highly inflated self-confidence, he naturally wouldn't take this point to heart.

He is the protagonist of the world!

Isn't a small game like a hand in hand?

"Get ready to start the final test." Luo Zhifeng's light voice interrupted everyone's continued intoxication in the phantom of Fei Hongwen's works.

Fei Hongwen immediately lost the feeling of being noticed by everyone, and immediately glared at Luo Zhifeng, feeling that he really didn't know good from bad.

But when Fei Hongwen looked into Luo Zhifeng's eyes, he was surprised to find that this person was still smiling!

His smile didn't look like it was always gentle and gentle, and it didn't look like a smirk that was trying to support it.Fei Hongwen's face turned blue in an instant, his mouth was slightly opened as if he was about to take a series of rough breaths.

Fei Hongwen felt that he was offended, offended by such a thing... He actually felt that Luo Zhifeng's smile carried the joke and contempt of a hunter looking at his prey.

He was waiting for himself, looking down at himself... as if 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 said directly to Luo Zhifeng: "Let's test it, some people... it's better to admit defeat early."

Otherwise, you don't know how you will die!Fei Hongwen looked at Luo Zhifeng coldly, the corner of his mouth curled into a somewhat distorted arc.

This strange smile spoiled Fei Hongwen's elegant appearance, but no one present realized his abnormality.They looked at him as if they were looking at a god.

Luo Zhifeng replied with the same tone: "Some people... can only be poor forgers."

What do you know?What do you know? !Fei Hongwen thought viciously, what a forgery - what he used was the real work, this is the real work! !

He can't wait to watch his work beat Luo Zhifeng to pieces.

"Please conduct an on-site inspection of the works of the two contestants on the stage."

The person in charge held up two thin sheets of paper and presented them to the camera so that everyone could see that this was 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 much he hates Luo Zhifeng in private, it is impossible for him to do such absurd things that ruin his future in public!

The person in charge felt that it was extremely absurd, and there was still nothing unusual on the outside, but there was already a pimple in his heart.

"Now, the test begins—"

As the voice of the person in charge fell, the swearing was basically directed towards Luo Zhifeng, and the maliciousness of the audience was like a wild beast that had run away, pulling and unable to control it.

This also made the audience in the live broadcast room who had been diverted for a while be infected with this kind of restlessness and deep malice again, and many people uttered various obscenities in the live broadcast room.

[Damn it, the anchor is a coward and trash, so he only deserves to use one card to please women! ]

[Shit anchor, cheating money——I wasted so much effort not to come here to see you fooling people! ! ]

[I think the anchor is out of action, the game is over-bah, I might as well watch the brainless cool article, at least it can make me feel more refreshed, and I won’t be so depressed.I'm so mad, I must be better than the anchor! ]

The audience in the live broadcast room watched Fei Hongwen's work expand and expand as if it had a violent chemical reaction when it fell on the desert, filling up the small half of the desert that people could see in the blink of an eye.

What about Luo Zhifeng's works?

It's as funny as a small white mist turning into a big white mist. After being released, it slowly floats there, as if it is only going to take root 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.

Listening to the audience's wanton ridicule and scolding, the audience in the live broadcast room felt chilled. For a while, the number of people watching the live broadcast decreased sharply. I am afraid that only a few loyal fans remained.

Jiang Jingzhao shook his head frantically, and typed: [Impossible... I think there must be some room for change!The anchor can definitely—]

Even though he was typing like this, his face still had a bright expression of disappointment and chills.

Things have come to this point, what room is there!It is impossible for the anchor to act like the Jedi in his fantasy...

Just as Jiang Jingzhao was about to say the last word "strike" in despair, his eyes widened and he was fixed on the screen and couldn't move away.

Who said Luo Zhifeng couldn't fight back——?

The white cloud of mist that had been huddled into a ball and swayed slightly seemed to realize something, and suddenly started a crazy counterattack!

The white mist stretched out suddenly, and in an instant, it filled every corner that people could see with a posture of covering the sky and the sun.

Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi witnessed a truly intense and most intuitive battle where ordinary people could not see it.

Yu Shi's soul opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to react.His eyes fell on the Qingli Mountain, the Imperial City... and other buildings "created" by Fei Hongwen, and at this moment he realized what his uncomfortable feeling came from.

All of these fantasy works by Fei Hongwen have a terrifying black air!The black aura is like maggots attached to bones, a muddy swamp, and rusty chains... It tightly wraps the scene of Qingli Mountain, like a bloodthirsty long-haired dragon with its bloody mouth wide open. Like a snake, these creatures from Yu Shi's works are going to be strangled to death!

Yu Shi saw a little painful look on the faces of the unformed white mist-like souls. At this moment, he seemed to empathize with 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 overwhelming pain of needle pricks hitting him.This pain made him shrink back several steps, and he couldn't help at all.

He needs help...they need help!Yu Shi waved his burned arm weakly, his eyes filled with pain.

How can he, he can't face the death of the characters born in his own pen... He needs help!

At this moment, Yu Shi suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Luo Zhifeng, his eyes expressed the same meaning - you said you would help me, right?Did you go back on your word?

And Luo Zhifeng, who had not moved all this time, nodded inaudibly. Yu Shi caught those little smiles at the corner of his lips, and was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to control his body——

This is……

Yu Shi saw a soul with long black hair 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 body of the white "fog" that was already attached to the "Qingli Mountain" and other scenery, and was crazily resisting the black aura.

This existence that Yu Shi could not avoid was easily touched by Luo Zhifeng——

At this moment, without knowing what Luo Zhifeng did, the white mist surpassed the bounds of the black air in an instant!

"what……"

A boy's sigh came from the empty space.In the white mist, Mingning made a sound.

After the protagonist Mingning was brought back to Qingli Mountain for a period of time, he seemed to have gotten used to such a life of laughing and making noises, which was not at all like the life he had imagined in cultivating immortals.

But someone broke into Qingli Mountain and revealed for Mingning the part of the sea of ​​blood and vengeance that he had sealed in his memory.

Mingning is the prince of the most powerful country in the mortal world.Except for the eldest son of the emperor, his older brothers and younger brothers all died for various reasons, so it is impossible for him to be eligible to compete for the throne.

So Mingning, the only surviving younger brother of the prince and the hottest candidate for the throne, became the thorn in the eyes and thorn in the flesh of the eldest son of the prince.

Therefore, the family of Mingning's mother and concubine was beheaded by Qing Piao Piao on the charge of treason. On the night when the heads of the entire family were killed, Mingning's mother and concubine, who were filled with hatred and fear, received the news that the so-called imperial concubine from the emperor proposed by the eldest son invitation from -

Let her dance a well-known festive dance before the emperor who has been ill for a long time, on the day when almost all her family members died in the execution ground!

This is an insult... This is a demonstration, and it is also a signal that the eldest prince is ready to eradicate the only younger brother who may compete with him for the throne.

This is a Hongmen Banquet!

Who doesn't know that the emperor has long been unable to get out of bed or even speak?This invitation can only be sent by the eldest prince in the name of the emperor!

Mingning actually had a premonition before this, but he couldn't abandon his mother and concubine, and was even prepared for a tragic death.

But he didn't expect that - his mother and concubine, such a delicate woman, could do it more ruthlessly than he imagined!

Mingning's mother and concubine lit an incense stick and briefly stunned the people around her. In this race against time, she used a dagger to cut off the flesh piece by piece.

Mingning's mother and concubine knew that there were immortal cultivators, but her mother clan did not have enough access to them. The only escape method she could find was a teleportation formation that could only be activated by immortal cultivators.

Mingning's mother and concubine are mortals, how can mortals activate the formation?Unless you use your own flesh and blood as a sacrifice——

Mingning watched his mother's body covered in blood, flesh and blood separated... At the moment when he was pushed into the teleportation array, he saw the vermilion phoenix hairpin on his mother's hair as if it had come alive... It was dazzlingly red.

Since then, Mingning's memory of the palace is only the dazzling golden color, and the fiery red dance skirt worn by his mother, and the vermilion phoenix hairpin.

——It was a scene where blood and power were 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 pitiful person in Mingning's eyes.

Ming Ning, who was sent away by the teleportation array, was also a mortal who had never practiced, so he was also injured and turned into a fool.

Fortunately, this well-dressed idiot met someone from Qingli Mountain.

……

Mingning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and this unformed soul seemed to be waking up.

At this moment, the audience who were watching the duel without blinking let out a chorus of surprise and hissing.

They watched the majestic palace created by Fei Hongwen being engulfed by a string of vermilion flames rising from the sky, and it was completely burned up in a few seconds!

"Ah!!" The audience couldn't believe their eyes, how could Fei Hongwen lose? !

But the fact is like this, they don't allow them to deceive themselves at all.The cameras relayed the confused and unbelievable expressions in countless pairs of eyes.

While Fei Hongwen's palace was burned to ashes, the white mist penetrated into the vermilion flames without hindrance.So... a brand new palace rose up and stood in front of people's eyes.

When people saw the golden glazed tiles, they were greeted by the heavy and noble atmosphere, and couldn't help thinking about it, as if they were seeing a brand new palace just built.

And after perceiving the resplendent and resplendent arrangement, they gasped in unison. Through the half-opened small red door, they saw a vague red figure dancing.

There was a sound of ticking, ticking water, which made people terrified to the bone, and felt a chill through the bones out of thin air.The coquettish flames were also burning and burning, so that people's nostrils were full of scorching breath mixed with fire and blood.

It wasn't until this moment that the audience realized another meaning that the palace represented.

Not only wealth and power, but also... endless intrigues and bloody killings once existed in this place.

The emperor was the most noble person in that era, but also the loneliest person!

This is Luo Zhifeng's work... It's ridiculous that they thought it was just a small, inconspicuous white mist!

The sober viewers have already recalled that no matter what, Fei Hongwen's palace has already lost a bit.They marveled at this whimsical palace from the bottom of their hearts, as if it really was the man-eating palace in the eyes of the protagonist Mingning!

However, some viewers looked at Qingli Mountain in bewilderment, why is there no movement in Qingli Mountain?

But the eyes of some crazy spectators were bloodshot, staring at the direction of the desert. Just like Fei Hongwen's expression at the moment, they were unbelievable and crazy.

Their thoughts at this moment are completely unified——

It must be a fluke!It must be Yu Shi's luck to know so much about the palace! !

It is absolutely impossible for him to go further, Fei Hongwen / I will be the final winner!

For a few seconds, Fei Hongwen's face was as ferocious as that of a ghost. He would never find fault with himself. When he was at a disadvantage, the first person to complain was the one he burned. The original author of this book is a predecessor who has passed away for hundreds of thousands of years.

He felt that this predecessor was too disappointing and let him lose this round.If he finds the tomb of this predecessor in this world, he must dig out the bones of this damned guy who made him ashamed, and smash his bones to ashes!

Jiang Jingzhao jumped up excitedly, yelled, and almost burst into tears out of joy.

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 compared to before.

Watching all this, the live broadcast system showed unprecedented joy.But it finally realized something very subtle was wrong in this ecstasy.

Why, no matter how you look at it... the host doesn't look like it is planning to attack the protagonist of this small world like it imagined?

And—why hasn't it obtained the host's soul or even the luck of the protagonist through the live broadcast room? !

Thinking about it like this, the live broadcast system found more and more flaws——

How is it bound to the host?The host is really female, is that greedy and selfish Qin Xuelan?

In the live broadcast room, the audience reaped the joy of the reversal, and the audience and Fei Hongwen's shocking and resentful reactions, Yu Shi saw Luo Zhifeng's lips curled up a little bit, 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 did that the situation was suddenly reversed.

"Thank you." Yu Shi said softly, and looked at the center of the battle without blinking. He saw a Mingning whose figure became more and more solid, and also found that the boy who was born in his own pen was a few times taller. After a few minutes, his breath became more calm, as if he had already experienced this battle for the throne.

His eyes flicked to the next building.

It was a fairy palace, suspended in the clouds as a whole.

Mingning realized that he was responsible for a blood feud, and after recovering his memory, he went back to the palace and let his elder brother take his own life.

The people of Qingli Mountain left a deep memory on him, so Mingning didn't commit the crime himself in the end.

He also had no intention of staying in this place where people cannibalize to inherit the throne, and after supporting someone at will, he returned to Qingli Mountain.

Mingning didn't expect that the person who supported the eldest prince's successor would have a lot of background. It was a huge fairy gate, and the eldest prince's mother and concubine were the fairies in the fairy gate.Xianmen wants to use the power of the eldest prince to interfere with the mortal world and control the imperial power, but they don't want to be disrupted by Mingning once their plan is over, how could they be reconciled?

The strength of Xianmen is much higher than that of Qingli Mountain, so they asked them for someone.

The Qingli Mountain people knew that Mingning would be killed if he left, so they refused——

When Ming Ning arrived, his master and everyone on Qingli Mountain were seriously injured and dying. He had no choice but to take them away and strayed into a fairy mansion.

He obtained the inheritance of the ancient immortals in the Immortal Mansion, but outside the Immortal Mansion, the Immortal Gate tried their best to frame the people of Qingli Mountain and beat them into villains who committed all kinds of crimes and were punished by everyone.

The people of Mingning are in the Immortal Mansion, and they have a special channel to know the insults and ridicule of Qingli Mountain by outsiders.But he can't do anything—

Immortal Mansion.

This Immortal Mansion brought Ming Ning great strength, but also brought him indelible pain and self-blame, which was an imperceptible tempering of his mind for cultivating immortals.

How could it be as empty and false as what Fei Hongwen constructed? !

As a result, the Immortal Mansion "created" by Fei Hongwen was easily erased.

After that, Mingning strengthened his Dao heart, and walked to the road of ascending to immortality after numerous setbacks.There is a question before Shengxian Road, do you regret that the Qingli Mountain people are not dead?

If they had been crushed to death by the Immortal Sect from the very beginning, Ming Ning would not have had so many obstacles on his way of cultivating immortality, and he would not have worked so hard to rectify their names...

This is a good choice for all practitioners. Most practitioners will be honest in the face of God's questioning.

Most of the answers are probably yes, and they hope that there will be less obstacles on their way of cultivating immortals.

Ke Mingning smiled slightly, and the slender young man said, "You want them to die sooner?"

"Then I should be a beast that killed my relatives and ancestors!"

Then, he calmly stepped onto the road to immortality, smiled at the Qinglimen and said, "I'll wait for you."

On this road of cultivating immortals - I will wait for you.

Because ah...

Ming Ning completely opened his eyes in front of Luo Zhifeng, he saw Fei Hongwen's "created" road to immortality that was collapsing, and his expression was indifferent.And after that, he saw the desolate "Qingli Mountain", he scratched slightly with his fingers, and a burst of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

He opened his arms, and the white mist turned into his most familiar natal sword.Mingning drew out his sword without hesitation, and destroyed this fake Qingli Mountain with a single sword!

How could anyone dare... to pretend to be his Qingli Mountain?Fake his home?What a guts——

Then, waking up, Ming Ning turned his head and saw countless illusory and familiar figures beside him. As if he suddenly realized something, he meditated for a while, and then raised a hand towards Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi beside him. A soft smile.

Afterwards, his figure and many illusory figures turned into a trace of white mist again, and turned into the Qingli Mountain that was erected again after the destruction of this fake Qingli Mountain!

When the time is right, they will all wake up and be conceived one day.

Mingning encountered so many scenery along the way, but in the end——his heart belongs to Qingli Mountain.

It was already his home.

"No, it's impossible!" Fei Hongwen next to him uttered a sharp cry, he was like a ghost who had taken off his disguise, and he had no intention of hiding his ugliness at all.

"How could you beat me? I used—!" His voice stopped abruptly. Even at this moment, Fei Hongwen didn't dare to reveal his trump card.

He knew that once those things in his house were exposed, he would be completely finished!So he can't... But Fei Hongwen couldn't figure it out, he couldn't understand, how could Luo Zhifeng beat him? !

Fei Hongwen's eyeballs were bloodshot, looking at Luo Zhifeng was like seeing the enemy he had been trying to tear apart.Veins popped out of his face, and he was sweating profusely. It looked like he could make people have nightmares all night.

After all the phantoms of Fei Hongwen's works were destroyed, his demagogic power seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Quite a few nervous viewers came to their senses belatedly, as if they had seen a ghost.

"It's not that I haven't seen good works, how can I be so crazy about an author?!"

"I've always been a fan of books but not people. How could it happen this time... It's as if I've been blinded by lard!"

"My savings, my savings are all rewarded to Fei Hongwen--I was really deceived by a ghost..."

The new fans realized that something was wrong with them for a long time. At this moment, the most brainwashed diehard fans felt Fei Hongwen's despair and anger at this moment, and suddenly jumped up from their seats, and pulled out from their bodies with red eyes. He took out a sharp object and stabbed at Luo Zhifeng——

Luo Zhifeng could see it clearly, and Fei Hongwen found out the pride and joy that fans showed after attacking Luo Zhifeng.

He acted like he was saying: My fan killed you, so what does it have to do with me.

It is their honor to be the knife in my hand!

Obviously, Fei Hongwen is aware of his deformed influence, and wants to guide his diehard fans to kill Luo Zhifeng at the moment of his defeat, so as to stabilize his current position.

Where did those sharp objects come from?Luo Zhifeng glanced at it, and a fan's blade was pulled out directly from his flesh.

Luo Zhifeng lowered his eyes coldly, and his eyes 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 restrained by the police officers.

The remaining one, the fiercest and fastest fan, dropped his dagger to the ground, and his wrist was directly stepped on the sole of his foot by Luo Zhifeng.

Soon, this fan was also restrained by the police.Seeing such a surprise attack, Fei Hongwen didn't even touch Luo Zhifeng's hairs, and the slight pride that was hidden turned into dissatisfaction in an instant.

His facial expression change, which was similar to the dramatic face change, was noticed by the people of the whole country, and most of the audience who lost the filter of dying for him felt uncomfortable.

How did they feel that the defeated Fei Hongwen was still a little unhappy when he saw that the attacker failed?

[I said...] Shocked, the audience in the live broadcast room who were enjoying the slap in the face finally popped up, [The audience who wrote just now said: Kill Yu Shi!They all want to kill the anchor because of their feelings!Grass... It turned out to be really hands-on. ]

[I've been thinking something is wrong!The looks of these fans and the crazy look of the attackers are the embryonic form of a cult!This Fei Hongwen simply used some method to forcibly control people's thoughts, making them follow him! ]

[Fei Hongwen was originally a Wenchaogong and I was drunk, but now... oh, I always feel that it is not enough for him to lose and lose his face!I want to see the anchor slap his face further—tear off all his masks and expose Fei Hongwen's evil deeds. ]

[I 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 hearts itch, and they 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 stunned at first, then surprised and surprised.