Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Brother Lin Feng, you said that level 8 psychics are now powerful enough to change the environment and terrain. If a level 10 psychic appears and takes action, wouldn't it be possible to give the earth a middle part in a matter of minutes?"

Wu Daiyue asked Lin Feng puzzledly while sitting on the plane. She had not awakened any useful superpowers yet, and she was a little anxious.

"Middle part? What middle part? Oh! When you mention middle part, I have to mention someone. The greatest and most famous man with a middle part in the history of our global village, Cai Kunkun."

Lin Feng nodded thoughtfully. He had some knowledge of the history of the middle-parted hairstyle.

Not to mention that the end of the world has come in 2051, Xiao Heizi and his friends are still alive even though they are in their s, s, s and s.

Basketball is an invincible road, so why do you need middle-parted overalls?

It will take a whole year for everyone to completely forget this joke.

Lin Feng just didn’t know why, in the novel he had read before, the word Kun Kun actually became the emperor in the eyes of artificial intelligence?

It’s not that some stupid authors don’t want to write about Kun Kun, but that Kun Kun Shehuang can no longer write about it. So please just read it and cherish it.

"Lin Feng, don't talk nonsense. Sometimes when I watch the video of Cai Kunkun playing basketball, I also fall into deep thought. As a true love Kun, what relationship can Kunkun, with this handsome and extraordinary face, have with the emperor of society? Does brother still need to be criticized? Brother has nothing to be criticized, okay? How can brother be the emperor of society?"

When the topic of Kunkun Society Emperor was mentioned, Tuoba Qing was the first one to disagree.

My Giegie looks so handsome when he plays basketball. How can he become a social king just by playing basketball?

Even Giegie's name is labeled "Social Emperor"? I think your whole family is "Social Emperor", and your heart is dirty.

"Hearing what you said, maybe I, Lin Feng, have wrongly blamed Kun Kun. Could it be that there is really an heir to the throne in Kun Kun's family? Otherwise, how could reading a novel remind me of the social emperor every day? I, Lin Feng, only have social phobia. I, Lin Feng, will never reconcile with Du Du in this life!"

Lin Feng said it with confidence, I am a true fan, I am not some messy little black fan!

Lin Feng's words caused Tuoba Qing to roll his eyes.

"Lin Feng, you are a social terrorist? I'm afraid you are not the abbreviation of social terrorist? You are mortal enemies with Du Du, and you never mention the word emperor. If Lin Feng gives you a chance to play basketball with your brother, what would you most like to do?"

Tuoba Qing asked Lin Feng speechlessly. She still suspected that Lin Feng was a black man.

"If one day I, Lin Feng, could go back to the spring of 2018, I would definitely not miss that opportunity. If I really go back to that time, I would wear dungarees, part my hair in the middle, and broadcast basketball in the live broadcast room. I would sell basketballs through live broadcast, and give dungarees to those who buy basketballs! It would be impossible for me not to be popular by then! Some idiot authors just have no vision. They seize the opportunity of the times, but they still rack their brains to write novels about rotten persimmons? Wouldn't that be a hit that will definitely sell out?"

Lin Feng discovered that the novel he had recently read on the Rotten Persimmon Novel Website had been discontinued again. If this had happened before, the author would have immediately resurrected and continued to update the novel after reading a few hundred Rocket Dogs.

But it’s no longer possible now. It’s been so long since the end of the world, and giving gifts is no longer useful.

Lin Feng wasn't sure whether the dog author was dead or not, but he was definitely dead.

Not to mention rewarding him with hundreds of rockets, even if you reward him with tens of thousands of rockets, that damn author will not be able to survive.

"Lin Feng, you are quite good at business, right? Let me see what novel you are reading recently. Are your last words written by this damn author quite unique?"

As he spoke, Tuoba Qing picked up his phone and began to read the book The Adventures of Kun Kun that Lin Feng was reading. The author's last words were:

"I really can't write more about the story of Kun Kun's adventures. I don't know how Kun Kun became pornographic in the eyes of artificial intelligence. Is there still law? Is there still law?"

"I just want to beg you, please stop investigating Cai Kun Kun, okay? I have been writing for eight years, and I have been writing for 600 yuan a month. I lost my house and my wife ran away because of my writing. Now I finally write some stories about Kun Kun and make some money, but you insist on saying that Kun Kun is the emperor of the society? Don't we know whether Kun Kun is the emperor or not?"

"You blocked him, so I had to change my name. I don't want to be blocked, I want to keep writing."

"Being poor is not a sin, but eating poorly is a sin. So look at it and cherish it."

After reading the author's last words, Tuoba Qing laughed on the spot.

"Lin Feng, these idiot authors have really wild imaginations. It's already 2051, and fan fiction about Kun Kun is still popular? And he's such a loser, how could he possibly have a wife?"

After returning the phone to Lin Feng, Tuoba Qing was already beaming with joy.

"Kun fans are just old, they are not dead. History is destined to be a cycle, and the popular boomerang will sooner or later return to decades ago. It's a pity, this book "The Adventures of Kun Kun" is well written, but I won't be able to read the ending in the future. As for the dog author's wife? I think she accidentally punctured the air and flew away, right?"

Lin Feng turned off his phone helplessly, hoping that the author could find a decent wife in his next life.