Upon hearing Luo Jiujiang's incredible premise, Zheng Shu immediately fell into a crazy complaining mode.
"Speaking of which, Great God, from what you're saying, can every fish, bird, snake, or insect in your area vote and hold a referendum?"
Luo Jiujiang was a man of excellent temper, and he listened to Zheng Shu's rebuttals without getting angry. He spread his hands slightly, "Your species here are rather meager, with no creatures comparable to humans. We at least have demons and ghosts. Furthermore, the history of my world is different from yours. Although both were created by the ancestral gods, it was a divine dragon that separated the chaos in ours."
It was a typical world of cultivating immortals. Zheng Shu's eyes widened as he listened. He couldn't imagine how humans could live with demons and ghosts, but...
"Although we don't have many goblins or monsters here, we're not short of species." Zheng Shu pondered for a moment, then quickly presented quite compelling evidence: "Brother Luo, in your world, have there ever been humans with blond hair, green eyes, and white skin? Or people with curly hair, brown eyes, and black skin?"
"Isn't that just a monster transforming?" Luo Jiujiang asked puzzledly. He was still wearing the monster transforming T-shirt.
"Hahaha, this is something you don't know, Luo Ge. If you're curious, I'll take you to have a good look tomorrow." Zheng Shu pretended to be profound and kept it a secret. He stood up slowly with his hands behind his back and left Luo Jiujiang's room at an unhurried pace. He felt very happy in his heart.
Win!
They don’t have any black or white people over there!
We humans, who were created by Darwin's theory of evolution through natural selection, are not short of species at all!
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Thinking about broadening the horizons of this fairy from outer space, Zheng Shu got up early the next day, which was unusual for him.
Zheng Shu cheerfully went over the "basic itinerary of a country bumpkin coming to the city" in his mind, then called the club to make an appointment for tonight, and then staggered downstairs to have some breakfast.
He usually never gets up before ten o'clock in the morning. Aunt Wang at home is used to his schedule, so she was startled when she suddenly saw him appear in the kitchen. Then she had to explain to him awkwardly that his breakfast was not ready yet.
He got up too early today, so there is usually no need to prepare food for him at this time.
"Your brother still has some lotus seed and wolfberry porridge. Would you like some?" Aunt Wang was afraid that he would be hungry, so she offered him another option.
The two brothers of the Zheng family have different tastes. The eldest brother Zheng Ming has a typical Chinese stomach. His staple food can be steamed buns, dumplings, and sesame cakes, but he must have porridge for breakfast.
As for Zheng Shu, his taste was much more chic. He didn't mind milk, orange juice, or pumpkin juice. He was also fine with toast, salad, sandwiches, and cakes. He could even tolerate the occasional cream soup, but he was tired of porridge.
According to Zheng Shu's later recollection, it might be because his elder brother used to hold him in his arms and feed him porridge every morning when he was a child, and he really vomited after drinking it.
"It's okay, it's okay. Does my brother have any extra boiled eggs from the ones he ate this morning? If so, give me two. I'll just eat them with milk and toast." Zheng Shu didn't care about this and went to open the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk.
He couldn't get the bottle of milk.
He stared blankly at the strange object that appeared in his refrigerator.
He faced his refrigerator speechlessly.
What's going on? This isn't right! Zheng Shu practically screamed out a small drama in his head: This isn't the case. The refrigerator wasn't like this when he went downstairs at three in the morning to get the fat otaku happy water!
This is a fucking refrigerator compartment, not a freezer compartment!
No wonder he was standing before the refrigerator, stunned. The once pristine refrigerator compartment was now a world of ice and snow, a savage sight. Dozens of slender, crystal-clear icicles hung from the top of the refrigerator's interior, while the floor was covered in a thick layer of smooth, flat ice. Opening it, it even resembled a stalactite cave.
The bottles of milk, a dozen eggs, and his fat otaku happy water that were originally in the cold storage layer are now sealed in a thick layer of ice. Through the refraction of the ice surface, they even look a bit ethereal and artistic.
Zheng Shu: “…”
This incident is enough to be on the program "Approaching Science". It will first have a 20-minute suspense plot, accompanied by the most appetizing horror music, and finally listen to the expert's final conclusion: the reason for this spectacle is entirely due to the improper installation of a certain accessory of the refrigerator!
But Zheng Shu didn't need to look for the production team, he knew who the culprit was.
With shaking hands, Zheng Shu pulled out a sword from the cold storage layer covered with thousands of miles of ice and snow. It was also the only item that was not sealed in ice.
He took out a long knife with a silver sheath.
Luo Jiujiang had walked up behind him without him noticing. He was still wearing the Harry Potter T-shirt that Zheng Shu had randomly put together for him. His eyes were very kind. "It's willing to hold you in its arms. I guess it really likes you."
Zheng Shu's breath got stuck in his throat, and he was neither up nor down. He turned around with a bitter face and asked in confusion, "Brother, how can there be a knife in my refrigerator?"
In other words, the capacity of their refrigerator is extremely large. If it were a normal refrigerator of an ordinary person, this silver-sheathed long sword would not be able to fit in.
Luo Jiujiang's expression was very calm: "Because it likes it."
Zheng Shu: “…”
I don’t understand the swords in your world of immortal cultivation.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Shu suddenly felt as if the long sword in his hand had gained a lot of weight for no reason. He quickly changed his attitude to a more respectful one, holding it with both hands. "What's going on? Is it conscious? Master Dao? Demon Sword Princess?"
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