Chapter 13
Perhaps it was because the live broadcast room was very popular today. Although he had been to Huaxia Paradise once before, Lu Zefeng still introduced it carefully again.
Fang Tong watched with great interest, and many passers-by who had just come in like him were also gradually fascinated by the host's introduction.
As a result, the popularity of the live broadcast room became higher and higher. After Lu Zefeng finished speaking, he turned his head and found that his live broadcast room had entered the top 100 in popularity.
His body shook violently, and surprise surged in his mind. Fearing that the popularity of the live broadcast room would drop, he hurried to the new project.
Old fans in the live broadcast room began to emerge.
[Here comes the familiar vortex again. I wonder if the anchor will cry again this time? ]
[I bet the host will cry this time. There are new emoticons this time.]
[Brother Feng, don't worry about crying, your fans will be responsible for making emoticons for you. ]
[The ones above are the bamboo shoots. ]
【Newcomer, what's going on? 】
[Don't mind me if you're new here. The main purpose of this livestream is to relax and watch the host cry. Our fans are all haters, so you can watch without worry.]
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The barrage of comments was dense and Fang Tong laughed so hard looking at some of them. Even as an old fan of Lu Zefeng, he personally said a lot of words similar to those of black fans, which made many passers-by laugh.
After some operations, the passers-by stayed.
On the other side of the screen, Lu Zefeng looked at the vortex with a serious face, then took a deep breath and said, "I'm going in."
He stepped into the whirlpool with the fear of death.
【Welcome to Chaos.】
It’s still the familiar prompt tone.
This time, Lu Zefeng performed the operation very skillfully, and then witnessed the scene of Pangu's death again.
Although he expected it, his eyes turned red again.
Seeing this scene, the live broadcast room also became quiet.
[Even though I've seen it once, it still makes me feel uncomfortable watching it again. 】
[Stop talking. Even a grown man like me is having a heart attack.]
[A passerby who was watching it for the first time was breaking down and crying, Pangu, wuwuwu, my Pangu, how could you die?]
[I can't accept this ending. Who is the owner of this paradise? I'm going to send her a private message and ask her to change the ending. The kid is going to be stabbed to death.]
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Many people could not accept such a thing happening and vented wildly in the barrage.
Fang Tong's eyes also turned red and his nose was a little blocked. He got up from the bed and sighed deeply.
"This is too uncomfortable." He muttered.
However, although he felt sad, unlike other people in the live broadcast room, he still accepted the ending.
He even subconsciously felt that the shock this ending brought him was the essence of the whole story.
Compared to the people in the live broadcast room, Lu Zefeng, who experienced it again in person, took a long time to relax before finally choosing to continue.
He rubbed his eyes and forced a smile, "Okay, the sadness is over. Sister Ling said there will be a sequel. Let me see what unpleasant things will happen next."
Who is he? The story of Pangu creating the world is not enough to make him cry.
He was no longer the fragile child who would cry uncontrollably a week ago.
Lu Zefeng thought confidently that before coming to Huaxia Paradise today, he had made a promise to himself. In order to prevent his emoticons from being circulated everywhere, he would not cry this time no matter what he said.
He secretly encouraged himself that it was no big deal.
Maybe he really had a lucky break, because when he entered the next scene, he found that Sister Ling really didn't use the knife.
Because he saw Nuwa.
After Pangu turned into heaven and earth, there was light and darkness, day and night, breeze and four seasons, but this world was still too quiet.
Lu Zefeng walked silently between heaven and earth.
Occasionally, the breeze would gently brush his face, and occasionally the sound of rustling leaves would reach his ears. Every time he interacted with heaven and earth, he would feel that Pangu was watching him invisibly.
But gradually, he also felt lonely.
There was no one around to talk to him.
At first, he would chat with people in the live broadcast room, but as time went on, he became quiet in this environment and became more and more silent.
He traveled through mountains, rivers and set foot on every piece of land. His expectations again and again were met with disappointment again and again.
Until this day, he met Nuwa.
Lu Zefeng was extremely surprised.
Unlike the statue standing at the door, the Nuwa of this world looks younger.
As if noticing his gaze, Nuwa looked over.
"It's you, little guy." After seeing his appearance, a smile appeared on her face.
"Do you know me?" Lu Zefeng was a little surprised.
Nuwa nodded and said, "Of course, I remember you, little fellow, who broke into my dream without permission. Actually, you're in much better shape now than when we last met."
Lu Zefeng suddenly realized that he had indeed seen her in his dream when he fell asleep on the slope before. It turned out that he had broken into her dream at that time.
As for his condition, he hesitated for a while before guessing that he might be referring to the decrease in his mental breakdown value.
In any case, he did benefit from this paradise.
He thanked her and said, "Because of you, I've been getting better and better recently."
Nuwa covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes shining with a strange light.
"This is mainly due to you."
Hearing her say this, Lu Zefeng's face froze.
It was indeed mainly his fault. The doctor had told him during the physical examination that if he had not slept so deeply that day, his mental breakdown level might not have dropped so much.
From a medical point of view, he has found a healing mental power that is more compatible with his genes, so the effect is so significant.
But this does not allow him to escape the title of Sleeping King.
That’s right, because of the last time he had trouble sleeping, he has become known as the Sleeping King by his fans.
God knows how embarrassed he felt when he learned of this name. He could almost dig a castle out of it with his toes.
Seeing that his face was stiff and he didn't answer, Nuwa smiled. She thought about it and took the initiative to invite him.
"Would you like to join me?"
Lu Zefeng immediately agreed: "Okay, but where are you going?"
"Go find soil." Nuwa replied.
"Mud?" Lu Zefeng repeated, curiously asking, "What are you looking for mud for? And if you're looking for mud, isn't it everywhere here?"
Nuwa shook her head. "The soil I'm looking for is not ordinary. I'm looking for loess. This loess needs to be irrigated with Pangu's blood to be effective."
Hearing Pangu's name, Lu Zefeng was shocked.
He couldn't help but ask, "How do you know Pangu exists?"
Having experienced Pangu creating the world, he knew that before Pangu, no other person appeared, including Nuwa.
From this, it can be seen that Nuwa should have appeared here after Pangu's death.
So the question is, how did Nuwa know Pangu's name later?
I can’t figure it out. I really can’t figure it out.
He looked confused.
Nuwa glanced at him lightly, then said, "Gods are born knowing, so of course I know it."
God?
Lu Zefeng's pupils suddenly shrank.
He had always thought that the Nuwa in front of him was a human being like him, but because of the design of the owner of the paradise, her lower body had a snake tail.
It turns out that the Nuwa in front of me is actually a god?!
The clown turned out to be himself.
Lu Zefeng fell silent.
He lowered his head, his eyes unconsciously looking at the snake tail of the person next to him.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now he saw that the black scales on her tail actually emitted golden light when she moved.
When the snake's tail passed an inch over the ground, the grass on the ground actually grew a lot taller, and beautiful flowers grew along the way.
This scene is too miraculous.
Lu Zefeng didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he quietly typed in the live broadcast room.
[Family, the case has been solved. Nuwa is truly a deity.]
But the people in the live broadcast room laughed at him.
[We already knew this, do you still need to tell us?]
[This is hilarious! I noticed it when Nuwa just walked over. We were just frantically reminding you, but who told you not to read the comments? I only realized it now. What an idiot!]
[Stop talking, the host is already stupid, what's the point of saying he's even stupider? Sigh.]
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Well, it turns out he was the only one who discovered it now.
Lu Zefeng turned off the barrage again, pretending not to see their comments, and followed Nuwa with a normal expression.
He continued to ask: "What do you want to do with the loess?"
"Guess?" Nuwa turned her head to look at him.
Lu Zefeng pondered, countless guesses flashing through his mind.
He secretly opened the barrage and took a look, and finally chose the one with the most guesses.
"Are you building your house with loess?" he asked.
Nuwa smiled and said, "I am a god. Gods use the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed. Houses are of no use to me."
Lu Zefeng scratched his head and said a few more things, but they were all denied by her.
Now, not only his curiosity was aroused, but the audience was also curious.
Outside the screen, Fang Tong also frowned and thought about the role of the soil.
It was he who proposed Lu Zefeng's idea of building a house, which was unanimously affirmed by many people, but no one expected that this was not the correct answer.
This left him completely confused.
soil……
What else can soil be used for?
He looked at Nuwa.
Lu Zefeng was also looking at Nuwa. After a while, he said in frustration, "No, I really can't think of it. Just tell me directly."
At this moment, Nuwa stopped and said, "I found it."
Her tone was full of surprise. Before Lu Zefeng could say anything, she hurriedly took a few steps forward, then squatted down and picked up the soil on the ground.
“Is this loess?”
Lu Zefeng looked over subconsciously.
There was some black and red mixed soil in the god's clear palm.
Nuwa nodded, her tone very happy, "It seems that I should be able to accomplish it today."
What can be done?
Lu Zefeng's face was full of question marks. He still remembered that Nuwa had not answered his question before, so he asked again.
"So, what are you looking for loess for?"
Nuwa, who had found the loess, turned to look at him in a very good mood.
After staring for a moment, she smiled and said, "What? Of course, to create humans?"
"Oh, creating a human being." Lu Zefeng nodded.
After a while, he suddenly stopped and looked at her with wide eyes.
Wait, creating humans?
Is this the human being he wanted?
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