Shock! A great start, a miracle happened with the mutation

"gone back.

Chu Feng said hello and was about to leave.

Zhang Rouruo suddenly reminded, "By the way, the World Channel update has been completed and can be turned on."

"Yeah?"

Chu Feng's eyes lit up, "What's changed after the update?"

Zhang Rouruo said casually: "There hasn't been much change, it's just that the number of people has increased."

"Did someone teleport here again?"

Chu Feng muttered and went straight back to the fortress. Just as he was lying on the big bed, Lin Huanyao came up to him.

"I have something to do, let's do our homework later."

Chu Feng looked at Lin Huanyao tenderly.

A hint of shyness suddenly appeared on Lin Huanyao's delicate face, "That's not what I meant. I wanted to tell you that I also have a game panel like yours."

"Um?"

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that after the World Channel is upgraded, other races will be able to join in? This is a bit lively.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng quickly opened the world channel, and saw clearly that the number of people online was 100 billion in the upper right corner.

"Fuck!"

Chu Feng was shocked.

100 billion people?

This is still the number of people who are online. How many people should be included in the number who are not online?

Wouldn’t Heaven bring in people of all races?

What on earth does he want to do?

Chu Feng took a deep breath and looked at the chat interface.

Li Batian (Titans): Haha! Li Batian, the strongest man in the Titan clan, has arrived. Everyone, tremble!

Pan Liang (Zombie Tribe): You are all my prey, please don’t meet me...

Qiu Manshuang (Elf Tribe): We, the Elf Tribe, are a peace-loving race and hope to make friends with everyone.

Jiang Yanyan (Fox Clan): Is there any handsome guy who wants to get to know me? My sister can warm the bed.

Yang Hongming (Zhanhu Clan): Bro, put your words aside. From now on, when you see us Zhanhu Clan people, please lower your attitude. I will kill anyone who refuses to accept it!

Li Haoran (Protoss): A group of mortals can only find their presence on the World Channel.

Liu Tianxiao (Human Race): Liu Tianxiao, the strongest human race, is here. Who dares to be so presumptuous?

Wei Daoming (dwarf tribe): We dwarf tribe are all masters of weapon refining. If anyone wants to make weapons, please contact me and I will give him a 10% discount.

Xue Jingyun (Green Turtle Clan): My eldest brother is Chu Feng, the number one tyrant in the desolate and uninhabited land of Chifeng. Please keep a low profile!

.....

The messages on the World Channel scrolled very fast. Chu Feng only glanced at them and discovered a problem. Except for a few people, most of them were pretty good at showing off.

This includes Liu Tianxiao. This guy is no longer satisfied with showing off in the friend group and has already gone to the whole universe!

Chu Feng now seriously doubts that Liu Tianxiao is the real psychopath hidden among his friends.

Otherwise, who would have the time to show off?

At this moment, Chu Feng noticed that the private message icon lit up.

When I opened it, I saw that it was a message sent by Lin Huanyao: Chu Feng, what are you doing?

Chu Feng:? ? ?

The two of them are lying on the same bed. Is it necessary to send a private message?

But then I thought, Lin Huanyao had just got the game panel, so she must be very curious, so she sent him the message.

So we started chatting with him: I didn't do anything, I was thinking about you.

Lin Huanyao: I’m thinking of you too.

The two chatted and hugged each other unconsciously, and then something indescribable happened.

.........

The next day, when the sky was dark, the Bull Demon shouted: "Everyone, come out quickly and take a look, it's snowing."

Hearing the noise, everyone came out together.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on the roof, branches, and city walls. The entire shelter was decorated in holy white, like a dreamy castle.

Immersed in the beautiful scenery, everyone was mesmerized.

Pan Ruoyun stretched out his hands, and a snowflake fell and melted instantly. A slight chill came to his heart, but it could not hide the joy on his face.

Wukong kept grabbing the snowflakes and having a great time.

The Bull Demon grinned and blew air. Whenever snowflakes fell around him, they would be blown away in one breath.

"Brother Song, aren't you cold?"

Li Jianqiang suddenly reminded him.

"It feels really chilly."

Song Chenggang said softly.

Winter has arrived, but in the initial stage, the temperature does not drop particularly sharply.

It's only five or six degrees below zero now. Logically speaking, with his physical condition, he shouldn't feel cold, right?

What's the problem?

Li Jianqiang said meaningfully: "I think you should put on clothes."

At this time, Song Chenggang was only wearing a pair of big pants. How could he not be cold?

"Fuck!"

Song Chenggang reacted immediately and rushed into the dormitory quickly.

Zheng Peng stood somewhere, looking up, motionless, as if he had entered another realm.

Snowflakes fell on his body, gradually drowning his figure.

Yang Qi asked curiously: "Zheng Peng, what are you doing?"

Zheng Peng turned around and smiled, "In this situation, I want to recite a poem."

"Can you also compose poetry?"

Everyone gathered around.

"My friend is quite talented in poetry writing. He is nicknamed Little Du Fu. He even won an award when he was in the top class of kindergarten."

Zheng Peng looked proud.

"Come on, show us your skills."

Cao Guang was particularly curious.

"Okay, let you enjoy it."

Zheng Peng looked into the distance with a solemn expression. He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice:

"Ah! It's snowing so hard."

"Ah! Daxue, you are so white, as white as a little girl's skin."

.....

After just two sentences, everyone's expressions turned ugly, and they felt their stomachs churning.

Niu Mo's eyes flashed, and he touched Yang Qi lightly, "What do you think? Are Zheng Peng's poems good?"

Yang Qi clicked his tongue, "To give you an analogy, it feels like eating shit."

Bull Demon: "...."

Are Zheng Peng's poems so disgusting?

No, wait until your ears feel blocked.

"Ah! The snowflakes are falling, falling, falling."

"ah..."

Zheng Peng was still intoxicated, but was interrupted by Han Jianmu.

"You, your sister! Can you try again? Believe it or not, I will shoot you in the head with a fireball."

Zheng Peng's mouth curled up, "What's wrong? Doesn't it sound good?"

"Does it sound good? Don't you have any idea?"

Han Jianmu shook his head, turned and left.

Such a beautiful scenery was disturbed by Zheng Peng. It was really unlucky.

"Listen to my advice and never write poetry again. You will easily get beaten."

Pan Ruoyun said meaningfully.

Zheng Peng looked at Yang Qi intently, "Yang Qi, we are good buddies. Tell me the truth, my poems are really ugly?"

Yang Qi nodded, "It's indeed disgusting."

Zheng Peng: "...."

"It's snowing heavily, let's go back."

Cao Guang and others followed Han Jianmu and left.

In a blink of an eye, Zheng Peng was the only one left, messy in the wind and snow.

Suddenly, Zheng Peng gritted his teeth and shouted to everyone: "You don't understand art or appreciate it. You are jealous, jealous of my talent!"

Just at this moment, Song Chenggang got dressed and walked out of the dormitory, "Zheng Peng, why has everyone gone back?"

"Brother Song, I want to recite a poem to you."

Zheng Peng chuckled and started performing before Song Chenggang could speak.

"Ah! The snow is falling, disturbing my heart."

"ah..."