Luo Zhifeng, who had obtained the database of the live broadcast system, pressed his eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be reflected in the lake and mountains, shallow waves rippling.

There is an absolute rule imprinted in the databases of all systems: plunder.

They are born to plunder, so they are mostly like the hosts they find, embarrassed and filled with desire and malice. The objects that the systems plunder are these small worlds, and they are even about to succeed a lot.

The small world that is about to succeed is called a "testing ground" by them. Most of the protagonists and sons of heaven are deliberately supported by the system. For example, the golden finger held by Fei Hongwen originally originated from the system. Targeted gifts.

It is impossible for the heavens of the small world to resist the intrusion of the systems, but they are generally defeated and lingering. The existence of artificial protagonists is to completely wipe out their lives and lead the world to destruction.

In this way, the system will be able to harvest the most and most vivid powers of heaven.

As for what the artificial "protagonists" with evil thoughts will do to some of the original favorites of heaven, the system does not care.

Since they are in a testing field, aren't they just cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?

It is their "honour" to die in the hands of the protagonist and to further promote the collapse of the small world.

The hosts are the evil spirits found by the system. The hosts can be used to attack the original sons of the heavens, polluting them with ugly ** and causing them to fall; similarly, after they have achieved their wish and thought they would become masters. , The system will mercilessly harvest their souls that have been completely flooded with ***, making them the most fertile and evil soil.

This is a two-seat thing, the system only needs to sacrifice a little bit of time with them, which is more cost-effective.

very pitiful.

Luo Zhifeng read each message and sneered lightly.

These hosts don't even know that they are just tool people.

Just think about it, why doesn’t the system choose people with high morals, but choose them as arrogant and selfish... the guy who condenses the ugly corner of the world?

There is only one word to describe them, self-explanatory.

Proving ground...

The introduction of it in the memory of the live broadcast system is very general, but just such a little introduction is enough to provoke Luo Zhifeng's killing intent.

Yu Shi, who had escaped in danger, suddenly felt a bit of coldness around him, and quickly froze him into an ice cube from head to toe.

Luo Zhifeng's eyes gradually darkened, and the danger hidden under his smile was beginning to emerge. He pondered carefully--

A small, incomplete and incomplete world is the best choice for a proving ground.

The second-class option is that the system artificially destroys a small world that has just been born. Tiandao also mistakenly believes that the small world is inherently incomplete, chaotic, and swaying. Then the system will send hosts to invade, and it can be done without any effort. A small world becomes a testing ground.

This can't help Luo Zhifeng think of his original world.

Is it really incomplete from birth? Luo Zhifeng, the son of Tiandao, did not know what Tiandao did not know.

So he didn't know if the Source World was incomplete at the beginning, but what the systems did really touched him.

Luo Zhixue wanted so much for the first time... took the initiative to attack the system.

"Follow the heart." Luo Zhifeng said to himself. Without blinking, he selected one of the small world coordinates of the test field recorded in the live broadcast system database and customized it to the destination of his next journey.

"Then let me be a spoiler." Luo Zhifeng whispered softly, with a sense of silk in his eyebrows, full of interest.

In a daze, Yu Shi found that he had regained control of his body, and the soul that had been with him for so long was also missing. He was inexplicably a little empty and nervous. After all, Luo Zhifeng was like an indestructible city wall at the time, blocking all external damage for him.

After so long, he felt that his fluttering soul felt extremely free.

This also caused him to feel a little bit uncomfortable after Yu Shi's feet re-stepped on the ground now.

As soon as he took control of his body, someone smiled and invited him to an interview-as one of the participants in the just announced Fantasy City Project.

Yu Shi looked at the generous old man in front of him, stammered: "I'm just a web writer, I can't do a good job..."

The old man smiled and said: "It's okay, you can learn if you don't do it well, what's the shame? Don't feel ashamed to be an online writer, not comparable to those who write serious literature... People who do not as well as you should be Feel ashamed. We are unhappy and despise chains and unspoken rules."

Yu Shi was in a trance and was driven off the shelf by a duck.

When participating in the interview, he felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, and he felt extremely unreality. But this is indeed real... a bright road within his reach.

He was not fascinated by the exorbitant honor and admiration. Perhaps it was because of Fei Hongwen's last appearance in the dream that gave Yu Shi a vigilance, or perhaps Yu Shi knew that he had not reached that height.

After Yu Shi finished participating in the Fantasy City Project, he discarded the already well-known pen name and opened a vest to enjoy the purest praise from the readers' little angels at the beginning.

——At the beginning of writing, he didn't try to fame or gain, but to enjoy the feeling of creating a world and being loved by readers.

In contrast, fame and wealth are just a little embellishment on the flowers.

In a sunny afternoon, Yu Shi touched Yu An's head and watched him swinging on the swing by himself. The power of fantasy has really changed people's lives. After the fantasy city plan, the power of fantasy has gradually become the mainstay of various industries.

The small skeleton formed by it is used in the medical industry, so that patients with congenital heart disease like Yu An can laugh like this.

The greatest heroes of the Fantasy City Project are the books that were saved from Fei Hongwen.

The people selected by the fantasy city created their replicas with passion, and carefully hid the authentic ones in the standing city.

Yu Shi was initially worried and repulsive. He worried that such a fantasy city might finally collapse like Fei Hongwen's creation.

But until the last brick and tile of the fantasy city was built, Yu Shimu was shining, and there was no more doubt —

He saw a wonderful scene, and Luo Zhifeng seemed to give him a small gift when he left, so that he could see the reality of fantasy with his own eyes.

Yu Shi saw the pale flames burning from the replicas. They were very much like the flames that tortured Fei Hong's body at the beginning, and Yu Shi found many subtle and familiar figures inside.

But this plain flame did not burn down the fantasy city, but swayed around the city in a light posture, like a friendliest guardian.

Yu Shi saw the pale figures walking back and forth, all with cheerful smiles.

At this point, the last bump in Yu Shi's heart fell, and he recognized these figures-they were the souls born from the book burned by Fei Hongwen.

They really were given a new life by Luo Zhifeng.

Yu Shi's younger brother, Yu An, took the swing rope and slowly stopped by his brother's side. The slender boy who grew up asked Yu Shi, "Has my brother's wish come true?"

Has his wish come true?

Yu Shigang wanted to say yes, a pang of melancholy emerged in his heart. He thought of Ming Ning, the protagonist born from his pen, and the various characters in the book.

Don't know when you can meet them?

At this moment, there was a breeze blowing in Yu Shi's ear, and he subconsciously turned his head and turned to see the fairy-like clouds lingering over the fantasy city.

Yu Shi's eyes froze, he seemed to vaguely see Ming Ning's appearance on the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, there was another clear laugh in his ears, which was a little expensive, elegant and sweet. When Yu Shizhuang deliberately caught the laughter, he heard nothing.

But Yu Shi suddenly felt calm, and he heard it-it was Mingning's laughter.

Yu Shi raised a smile and said to his brother: "Of course, my wish has come true."

"That's good." Yu An nodded his head, so he looked more like an adult than Yu Shi.

"Hahaha—" Yu Shi looked at Yu An, and he couldn't even breathe with laughter.

Compared with Yu Shi's chic and happy life, Fei Hongwen lives in a nightmare.

At first he wanted to pretend to be crazy and get rid of endless torture, but later-pretending to be crazy became true. Fei Hongwen always felt that there was a vicious curse in his ears, and the pain and torture in his body confirmed his belief.

He began to have auditory and visual hallucinations, but Fei Hongwen did not know why he was always compulsively awake when listening to the medical staff report to his body.

——His body is depleted day by day.

All medical machines could not find the reason, but Fei Hongwen became more and more like a living dead. The internal organs of his body were all rotten, and he was still alive, suffering endless torture alive.

Fei Hongwen was forced to be sober to know that he was still alive and tortured...

What he doesn't want to know! But he has no choice at all, this is the sin he committed!

Fei Hongwen heard the nurse's pitying and spurning voice more than once when he was half awake and mad:

[It's all like this, but I'm still alive, I can't even die. I think he is so pitiful. ]

[But... this is retribution! Why should we pity him? ]

Yes, yes, he didn't want to live long ago, let him die ah ah ah-Fei Hongwen was screaming in his heart, and there were repeated hearing voices in his ears, pushing him He fell into purgatory again.

But, no one gave Fei Hongwen the right to choose.

Want to die, where is it so easy?

Fei Hongwen had another dream tonight, a "foreseeing dream" like Yu Shi. He foresaw the future that should have developed.

In this dream, Fei Hongwen gained both fame and fortune and became a new "god" favored by the world. Everyone crouched under him and kissed his instep. But when Fei Hongwen was standing at the highest position in the world giving a speech with a smile, the fantasy city built in the sky suddenly collapsed——

He didn't have wings, and he planted from a height of tens of thousands of meters.

His body fell into a puddle of mud, but he was still alive, and he lived to face the unbearable pain. In his dream, Fei Hongwen watched the black flames full of resentment that emerged from the ground. They screamed in his ears, demanding his life!

He understood in an instant, this is all the resentment and unwillingness of the world he destroyed, they are going to crush him——

"call!"

Fei Hongwen stood up quickly, and was again rolled back into the boundless torture in reality.

He wants to... die... He wants to die!

After having this dream, Fei Hongwen saw the image of Yu Shiguanghui on TV. After that, he became a complete lunatic.

But a madman can't die.

[Woohoo! ! I can't find a live broadcast room anymore! ]

[me too! ]

The audience of Jiang Jingzhao's world who was lucky enough to be selected by the live broadcast system let out a scream after another. Luo Zhifeng's live broadcast room disappeared completely after that, just as abrupt as when he came.

Hearing their screams, Jiang Jingzhao shrank his neck and pressed the computer screen down.

He dared not let any of them know that although he could not click on the anchor's information, the live broadcast room that was stopped still existed in his computer.

Hmm... I don't know why, those dedicated cosplayers are still chatting happily.

What: [I built the peak of the foundation period——]

[I killed the hundredth monsters and monsters, very happy! ]

[Bought a starship, Jing Zhao, do you want to come to my planet as a guest? Let's open a starship for you! ]

No, no, no, no. Jiang Jingzhao thought, you guys are really dedicated.