"You're such a beast for doing such an immoral thing in the cosmic cemetery!"
Han Feng was furious.
Fishing Rod: "Han Feng, are you jealous?"
Han Feng was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Why am I jealous?"
The fishing rod said meaningfully, "That guy has a hundred women, and you only have less than ten. The number is far less than his. What else can it be but jealousy?"
Han Feng's mouth trembled with anger. "I'm loyal to love, not as promiscuous as that guy. Stop comparing him to me. It's an insult to me."
Fishing Rod chuckled: "You really are good at making excuses for yourself!"
Han Feng's eyes darkened. "Silence Yugan for 24 hours."
fishing rod:"...."
"I told you to be so outspoken."
Han Feng snorted lightly, then turned to Yang Mi and said, "Close the fishing space."
Yang Mi asked curiously, "It's not time yet, why aren't you fishing?"
"Not in the mood."
Han Feng whispered something, then returned to the thatched hut, lay on the straw bed, and looked thoughtful.
Who is that guy on the big bed island?
Actually doing that kind of thing in the cosmic cemetery.
It's so fucking unscrupulous.
When you are promoted to a Chaos God, you must establish rules and strictly prohibit doing immoral things in such a sacred place!
"Brother, we've discovered an island, and it's speeding towards us."
At this moment, the voice of the Pea Shooter suddenly sounded outside.
Han Feng pushed the door open, looked up at the Pea Shooter on the roof, and asked, "Who is coming?"
Pea Shooter: "It's one of your friends, the little Loli. She's been here twice before."
"Little Loli?"
Han Feng muttered something, and the figure of Heimu Mu appeared in his mind.
Why is Heimumu here?
Are you here to listen to his stories?
Han Feng didn't think much about it and stepped onto the stone wall to look out.
Not far away, a small island called "Like to Listen to Stories" came rushing over.
Standing on the island was a young woman in a black long dress, it was Hei Mumu.
"Han Feng!"
Heimumu shouted from a distance.
"Heimumu."
Han Feng waved.
After a while, the story-telling island came closer, and Heimumu jumped onto the strong man and girl island, jumping and running over.
"Why did you find time to come to my place? Are you here to listen to a story?"
Han Feng smiled slightly.
Heimumu blinked and said, "It was God who arranged for me to come here."
Han Feng was slightly startled: "Why did the Heaven arrange for you to come here?"
Heimumu shook his head: "I don't know either."
"What the hell is this old Deng doing?"
Han Feng muttered, and then contacted Tiandao: "Brother Dao!"
Tiandao: "Don't say anything, I know what you want to ask. You will know tomorrow."
Han Feng's mouth curled up: "What will happen if you tell me now?"
Tian Dao: "If I tell you now, there will be no mystery. I need to always maintain my Riddler persona!"
Han Feng: “….”
Tiandao: "That's it, I'll contact you tomorrow."
Heimumu pulled Han Feng's arm, tilted her head, and looked playful and cute: "Han Feng, do you have time now?"
"have."
Han Feng chuckled.
"Very good!"
Heimumu clapped his hands, his face full of joy: "Han Feng, please tell me a story. I haven't listened to a story for a long time."
"Sit down and talk."
Han Feng sat down on the stone wall.
Heimumu then sat next to Han Feng.
"Do you still want to hear the novel written by Old Elephant while smoking?"
Han Feng asked.
"Of course!"
Heimumu replied without hesitation, then asked, "How is Old Xiang Smoking doing lately? Is he not starving to death?"
Han Feng's eyes showed melancholy, and he sighed softly: "I won't starve to death, but life is very difficult. I have to rely on instant noodles every day to survive."
"Is it so miserable?"
Heimumu's mouth curled up: "Didn't you help him?"
Han Feng curled his lips and said, "Of course it helps. I watch an ad every day to support him, so that he can earn a dime."
Heimumu: "Even a dime is not enough to eat."
"One person's power is limited, but as the saying goes, many hands make light work. If everyone watches an ad, wouldn't that mean more money?"
Han Feng said lightly.
"That's true."
Heimumu thought for a moment and prayed silently in his heart: "Please help Laoxiang smoke and order an advertisement. I wish you will never die!"
"Let's start telling the story."
Han Feng chuckled.
Heimu's eyes lit up slightly: "What story are you going to tell today?"
Han Feng's eyes showed a deep look as he slowly said, "Today I'm going to talk about a novel about everyone changing their job. It's called (Everyone Changing Their Job: Starting from the Weakest Job to Striking Back)."
Then he began to tell the story vividly.
Heimumu held his cheeks with both hands, listening with fascination.
Time passed, and seven or eight hours went by unknowingly.
In the evening, Han Feng finally finished telling the story.
Heimumu looked unsatisfied and said with deep emotion, "This novel has a plot that is full of twists and turns, the language is humorous, and the storyline is fascinating. It is truly a rare masterpiece!"
"It's just so-so."
Han Feng chuckled.
Heimu blinked and asked, "Does Lao Xiang smoke any other novels?"
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