After dressing up as a real young master, build a demon city in Interstellar

Grandpa Liu was completely stunned when he received the news that Edward had been arrested and collapsed. He was just pointing out a location for Yuan Li, and he was the only one who dominated the dark web.

It was the first time that Mrs. Liu fell into doubt when he was a master in the dark web. Edward was obviously a very strong opponent. He was still thinking about how to teach his grandson to deal with Edward's son when he was old.

He thought that the two factions could fight for several generations, but Edward actually collapsed?

Old Mr. Liu pondered, is he just reaping the benefits of being a fisherman?

No, it should be called a crooked strike.

Without his nemesis, he spat with him all day long, and the old man Liu looked radiant. He also ordered a batch of tea from Fengdu, and began to drink tea to keep in good health following the method of the Wuchang Health Preservation Center.

The two background images that were cut from the middle of the original dark web page were also replaced with Liujia green, which is so green that people panic.

In order to thank Fengdu for alleviating his serious worries, Mr. Liu specially changed the largest page on the dark web to Fengdu Night Market.

The interface of the dark net is a holographic space, which looks like a dark street hidden in high-rise buildings.

As soon as you enter the holographic space, you will see a deserted street. There are dense shop signs beside the street, like some kind of snack street with a bad environment.

The store signs are crowded one by one, and the houses are small and dark.

Under the background light of fluorescent green, every shopkeeper is a person who looks like he is well dressed. His clothes are developing in a strange direction, and his makeup is also shifting towards the dark wind. Every shopkeeper has a face, staring at the dead Fisheye.

As if business will come just by staring at you.

Yuan Li rolled his eyes, disapproving of the zombie style of the dark net.

But there is no way, he is now the owner of Fengdu's store on the dark web, and Yuan Li arrives at the C position reserved for Fengdu by Mr. Liu under the ceremony of watching all the way.

This is the tallest building in the dark net holographic street, and it is said to be the signboard in the dark net holographic street.

Standing in front of the building, the corner of Yuan Li's mouth twitched. This building is actually a statue of An Yu in the form of a mermaid.

The shape of the small building is very realistic, it is completely carved out according to An Yu's mold, and even the scales on the fish's tail are very realistic.

Help, what kind of brainless fan is this Edward?

Even though he had listened to popular science about the disgusting things that other brats did to An Yu in Fengdu, he still felt sympathetic to An Yu for having such fans.

The nameless ghost appeared beside him riding a pig, "The boss asked me to change the image of Lou."

"It has to be changed." He refuses to work on digging a small chamber in a statue.

The architectural style of Fengdu's dark net is naturally similar to that of Fengdu Night Market. The simple and simple buildings are hung with two white lanterns, which are automatic without wind.

The resentful sound of the wind flew out from the wisps of smoke, and it seemed that laughter and music could be heard when it got close.

The thin boy in black with a hood lit three sticks of incense and lightly inserted them on the incense burner in front of the counter.

The wooden sign in front of the door, which was open for business, swayed slightly and hit the wooden door, causing a strange movement to scatter the trail of cigarettes, gradually blurring the boy's face.

The publicity directors of other stores stood at the entrance of the Fengdu dark net publicity store together, and fell silent by coincidence.

Such a comparison seems that their storefront is indeed a bit unsightly.

These secretly competitive people looked at each other, and quickly went offline to report to the leadership, demanding to change the store style.

Just follow Fengdu's painting style!They can't build real buildings, can't they build holographic modeling?

Be sure to be faster than the counterparts on the opposite side and next door!

After a few days of leisurely life, Mr. Liu took Er Shao Liu to visit the dark web, and withdrew as soon as he entered the door.

"Second, have we entered the wrong place?"

Liu Ershao has recently become obsessed with Fengdu Spicy Tiao. He was secretly staring at Tang An's live broadcast when he was taken aback by Mr. Liu's words. As soon as he turned his head, he saw an antique street with a mysterious atmosphere breaking through the smoke and appearing in front of him .

"Master, has our family been bought by Fengdu?" Liu Ershao was instantly excited. If it was bought, wouldn't he be colleagues with An An?

"What are you talking about?" Old Master Liu punched Er Shao Liu on the head.

Edward was arrested, the female tree and the returning soul tree died, and the imperial people who bought the fake goods returned to normal except for a little bit of hypocrisy.

While thanking Feng Jiu for handling everything, Tang Cheng was having a headache as to how to explain it to the whole empire.

Is it to clarify the existence of non-human beings in front of the whole empire, or is it to find excuses from aliens to suppress them.

If non-human beings are identified, how to appease the panic of the masses?If you don't make it clear, everyone has seen this disaster, and I'm afraid everyone has guessed it.If it is covered up with a new type of alien mutant plant, as long as the royal family insists on it, it's okay.

Tang Cheng was worrying about how to explain it, when he received a report that Xingwang had blown up again.

Tang Cheng was mentally prepared to accept the impact of the bloody storm from Xingwang.

However, when he really saw the topic, Tang Cheng's complexion was a little subtle.

No one actually remembered what happened.

Everything they experienced yesterday, fighting side by side with the little paper man riding a crane, and saving people from the weird maple tree turned out to be a dream.

A dream that the people of the entire empire participated in and dreamed together.

This cognition led the people of the empire to start an explosive discussion on the star network. They even searched everywhere to prove the reality of the dream, but they searched all over the interstellar and found no clues.

There is not even a single record in the star network that pervades interstellar life.

The dream was already vague and hazy, and all the evidence proved that it was really a dream. It didn't take long for everyone to acquiesce that it was a miracle.

The major news agencies and media also gave it a name.

The fruit of greed.

There are also many manufacturers who have seized the business opportunity and made the image of the little paper man riding a crane in everyone's dream.

The little paper figurine draws a small armor, wears a red cloak, holds an ax high, and rides a thousand paper cranes with its neck raised, and it seems that it can faintly hear the sound——

Gah!

Instantly became the Empire's most beloved character.

Song Zhen went to buy a little paper doll and placed it in her bedroom. Unlike others, her dream was very real.

She clearly remembered the struggle and pain of being trapped in the tree, and the fresh air that greeted her when the little paper man finally broke the bark to pull her out, and the joy of escaping from death.

She put away the grassy green vial with lingering fear, even though her dreams were all fake, she still had lingering fear about this vial.

She was about to put away the empty bottle when she saw a piece of paper falling from the corner of the bottle.

Song Zhen was wondering, and was going to lower her head to pick it up, when she bent over, she saw that the piece of paper suddenly turned into a mutilated little paper figurine, dangling and falling to the ground.

Then it turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated.

Song Zhen stared blankly at the place where the black mist dissipated, and remained silent for a long time.

After the fever of this dream involving the whole empire was over, most of the people in the empire had a psychological shadow on Xuncao's little green bottle, and were hesitating whether to buy it in the future, when they saw that Fengdu had launched a new product.

Polygonum multiflorum shampoo and nourishing essence series.

The people of the empire picked up the list of new products released by the Fengdu trumpet, and there is actually a special product for hair growth and health in this series?

Has someone finally come to save the Empire from the bald problem?

Following the essence of Xuncao, Polygonum Polygoni Multiflori has set off another wave of upsurge, successfully making the small green bottle of Xuncao disappear in the minds of human beings who are comparable to goldfish memories in the high-tech era.

Feng Jiu approved the detailed classification of the Xuncao series of products and the new packaging design submitted by the beauty makeup team, and flipped through the reports of other proposed products, and finally gave the hardworking beauty makeup team a salary increase.

At present, Fengdu's hair care and beauty industry can be regarded as being promoted in the empire, and it is only a matter of time before other products will be launched on the shelves.

Xun Cao, who cast a psychological shadow on the entire empire, will also get rid of the small green bottle of death and launch it as a brand new imperial beauty product.

Feng Du specially observed the reaction of the people in the Lower Empire. Although it was not as enthusiastic as when the first batch of Xuncao was put on the shelves, it was well received.

These days, there are some studious ghosts, who have successfully brought together a group of high-tech personnel in Fengdu, which have been distributed to various factories.The construction of various factories for food and cosmetics has also been basically completed. With the arrival of high-tech ghosts, the production volume has also kept up.

Some of the products purchased for other enterprises in the empire are also doing well, so there is no need to worry about the export sales.

As long as it wasn't some meteorite attack that destroyed the entire Fengdu in an instant, ordinary small fights would not have too much impact on Fengdu's foundation as long as Feng Jiu was in charge.

Fengdu can already start to think about the construction of cultural level.

Feng Jiu was about to open the optical brain map when he saw Fei Jiao rushing over, holding a salted fish pillow wearing a tiger head hat in his arms.

Beside him was a tiger-head hat with a concave shape that looked like it was buckled on someone's head, just like a salted fish.

"Chirp!"

The merman dangled the salted fish in his arms, his eyes dazzled by the colorful tiger hat, "What is this for?"

He pressed the salted fish, and met the gleaming eyes of the merman behind the salted fish, "What are you doing behind my back?"

He said why a group of little ghosts were chattering non-stop outside.

Fei Jiao blinked, and asked doubtfully, "Jiujiu, wasn't it your announcement?"

"What announcement?"

Fei Jiao found it for him from the optical brain, Feng Jiu looked down, it was an application jointly submitted by ghosts and ghosts of Fengdu.

Regarding the application for the New Year's Eve vigil, an application was approved below.

Human beings have lived together for a long time, and now the Chinese New Year is no longer a festival in Interstellar, and I don't know where this group of brats found the calendar, and they can still record it.

"It was specially contributed by Qian Zhuang." Fei Jiao put his brain away and sat in front of Feng Jiu's case.

After the catastrophe, Qian Zhuang had a network problem. He did not escape the ancient earth with humans. He survived by getting into a coffin and hiding underground.

He lifted the coffin from the soil and crawled out, digging through the ruins little by little, and put away every object he dug up, and put it away when he picked it up.

Coincidentally, the first thing he dug up was a dilapidated calendar. He spent some days repairing the calendar, and roughly estimated the days he spent in the coffin. A calendar that records the time That's it.

Qian Zhuang began to write the days of the next year every year, and the days passed day by day, and the calendar written by Qian Zhuang was enough to pile up a hill.

"I haven't seen the application yet."

"Who approved that?" Fei Jiao asked, and the two of them looked at the floating tiger hat at the same time.

"Who else could it be?" Feng Jiu chuckled, of course it was Feng Du Ling.

Seeing that the two fathers were looking at him, Feng Duling immediately hid behind the salted fish pillow, and put the small tiger hat on top of the large tiger hat, like a small tiger lying on top of a big tiger.

It's not that he wants to be lively, he obviously wants to make everyone in Fengdu happy.

"Everyone is preparing for the arrangement, you won't suddenly say no?" Fei Jiao moved closer to Feng Jiu, squeezed skillfully onto his lap, and brushed the side of Feng Jiu's face with a small stroke of hair.

Feng Jiu was tickled so much that he raised his hand to wrap around the waist of the naughty fish, his pale and slender hands rested on the shark's blue suit, looking weak and weak, he tightly hugged the naughty fish.

"Then what if I don't agree?" Seeing the smile on the little fish's face, he knew that the fish was teasing him again.

Fei Jiao put her legs in front of him and flicked her tail like a fish, seeming quite distressed, "Then I have no choice but to let you do whatever you want in exchange for your consent."

Feng Jiu raised his eyebrows, suddenly remembered some rumors about him that he had overheard from the little ghost, and whispered in Xiaoyu's ear, "Then you may be disappointed."

"It seems that I really can't."

"!" Fei Jiao looked at him in shock, guessing it was one thing, but hearing it from Feng Jiu's mouth was another.

Seeing Fei Jiao staring at him all the time, Feng Jiu inexplicably felt that something was wrong.

Just as she was about to speak, Fei Jiao's eyes lit up and she rushed forward, "It's okay, I can do it."

"?" Feng Jiu tilted his head.

Fei Jiao put his tail back and knelt on Feng Jiu's wheelchair, and pressed the ghost on the wheelchair again, "Say it earlier, Jiujiu."

"I can do it too. If you had said earlier, we might be closer now." As he spoke, the shark's paw brushed Feng Jiu's hair away.

Feng Jiu's expression rarely changed, he grabbed Sharkman's increasingly presumptuous hand, "I'm just weak and can't stand up."

Seeing that the merman had a strange expression, as if he was thinking wildly, the thousand-year-old ghost was speechless for the first time, and hurriedly added, gnashing his teeth, "It's because I can't stand up on my legs."

Don't think about it.

Fei Jiao blinked his eyes to show that he understood, which made Feng blame a big headache, the fish's mind was really full of yellow waste all day long!

No longer the efficient and good employees of the past!Be harsh!Deduction of wages!

"That's it." A look of disappointment flashed across Shark's face, he thought for a while and said, "You can lie down, and I like the perspective too."

Feng Jiu felt powerless for the first time, he pushed the fish away, and refused to answer any more topics related to this.

"Let's go," Feng Jiu pulled the wheelchair to the door with a serious face, "Didn't you say that you want to make arrangements for New Year's Eve? Why don't you hurry up?"

Looking at the background where Feng Jiu seemed to be running away, Fei Jiao licked the shark's sharp teeth and laughed out loud.

Jiujiu ran away again, next time he had to remember to ask for a kiss before running away.

Thousands of years have worn away a lot, but some things never fade as long as there are people who remember.

The puppet lies between Meng Shao and Mei Gu, watching them cutting the window grilles. In the distance, the professor ghost and a group of ghosts with ink in their bellies are writing Spring Festival couplets.

The three judges, as veteran ink players, each wrote a Spring Festival couplet and hung it under the eaves of the underworld, insisting that others compare themselves.

He had to bring Feng Jiu over and write a note, saying that it was going to be hung in front of the gate of the underworld.

It is the first time in the underworld for thousands of years that red-bottomed Spring Festival couplets are hung on black-and-white buildings, and it doesn't feel awkward to put them together with the Bianhua flowers blooming on the roadside.

In the distance, Meijiu and the ghost in the human skin painting are drawing new clothes for a group of little paper dolls. All the little paper dolls in Fengdu have come, and there is a long line. Ghostly way.

Fei Jiao and a few little tailor ghosts were distributing everyone's new clothes, and there was joy everywhere.

The puppet was lying on the table, wondering: "Shouldn't you ghosts celebrate the Ghost Festival?"

It was the first time he had seen a ghost during the Spring Festival.

Mei Gu had just finished cutting a fox-shaped window grille, and she and Meng Shao cut a stack of soup bowl window grilles and put them together.

Meng Shao heard the words and looked up at him, "In the middle of the seventh month, the local officials will pardon their sins, and the ghost gate will be opened so that ghosts can go home and visit their relatives."

"Which ghost can find a home in Yangjian now? It's better to learn from human beings to celebrate the Spring Festival, the day of reunion, and celebrate the New Year."

Aren't they in spring now?

The puppet nodded, and Meigu cut another window grille with the pattern of a kitten and pushed it in front of the puppet, "Ghosts pass Zhongyuan, we ghosts live in the crowd, so naturally we have the habit of celebrating the Spring Festival."

"It's hard for everyone to settle down, and they all miss the old days. It can be said that they ghosts have followed us, otherwise, what do you expect a group of ghosts to do?"

Meigu smiled and shook her round fan. In the past two days, the pattern on her round fan has changed to the pattern of red lanterns under the eaves.

The puppet stretched out its paws to hook the lifelike kitten window grilles, and said, "You really cut it like that."

"In the past, some people praised my family for cutting well." Mei Gu's fan moved a lot faster, as if she was trying to cover up something.

Meng Shao looked up at her, and put the cut window grilles away, "I saw a disobedient scholar on the Naihe Bridge before."

Meigu seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at him, the young man accidentally touched the silver jewelry on his clothes when he pulled out his hand, and the silver jewelry jingled.

Meng Shao continued: "I asked him if he would drink soup, and he said he was looking for a fox."

"I said this is the underworld, and the creatures in the underworld cannot enter."

Meng Shao picked up another piece of red paper, Mei Gu covered his face with a round fan, and his tone couldn't hide the eagerness, "Then what?"

"Then he asked me to give a message to a fox."

Eyebrows clenched their hands, "What do you want to bring?"

Meng Shao didn't make a sound. A scholar's paper-cut gradually appeared in his hand. He pushed the paper-cut in front of Meigu, "He said that no matter how many times he reincarnates, he will find that fox."

Meigu stretched out her hand and shook it, but she didn't dare to take it. Her eyes were red, and she didn't know how to react for a while.

It was Meng Shao who pasted the scholar's paper-cut on her round fan, "Your round lantern is empty under the eaves, something is missing."

The puppet looked at Meigu's round fan, and hurriedly snatched a fox out of the fox window grille with its paws, and pressed it next to the scholar's portrait with its cat's paws, "This way we will be reunited."

Meigu couldn't help laughing out loud, and reached out to touch the round fan, "Yes." There will be a reunion.

The next day, when the humans from the empire came to Fengdu, they found that the layout of Fengdu had changed.

Red lanterns with red tassels, Chinese knots, and Spring Festival couplets pasted in advance, this is another Fengdu.

It is not accurate to say that it is prosperous, Fengdu was also prosperous in the past.

And Fengdu in front of him had other things besides prosperity, lively, joyful, or warmth, or something else.

Everyone just felt that there was a kind of joy from the heart standing here, and they felt that they should celebrate something now.

Someone grabbed a kid in human skin and asked, "Is this another food festival?"

The little ghost shook the new clothes made by his wife, grinned and said, "Isn't the Spring Festival a holiday for you humans?"

The little ghost left everyone confused, when will they have this festival?

No matter what kind of waves this incident caused in the empire, or an old professor jumped out to popularize science, or the royal family promoted some spiritual culture.

This has nothing to do with the brats in Fengdu, they will be closed for a day on New Year's Eve!

In the afternoon, the ghosts of the food street set up long tables in the food street and began to make a New Year's Eve banquet that satisfies the whole Fengdu.

Fei Jiao insisted on dragging Feng Jiu to mix with a group of little ghosts to make dumplings, just imagine what it would be like for a thousand-year-old ghost who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world to make dumplings by himself.

Fei Jiao pinches Feng Jiu's dumplings, "Jiu Jiu, it's so fat."

Feng Jiu squeezed another one and put it in his hand, "Just to feed you."

"That won't work," Fei Jiao put some of the dumplings he made on Feng Jiu's plate again, "You're too stupid, you should eat more."

Why is this topic again?Feng Jiu couldn't help raising his eyebrows, looked at Fei Jiao who was smiling like a fox, and replied, "You're the one who hugged me."

"!" Fei Jiao squeezed his own flesh, how is this possible?He is obviously soft and comfortable, except that the tail may be a little stiff.

"Just kidding, you're very comfortable to hold."

Feng Jiu smiled lightly beside Fei Jiao's ear, and when Sharkman looked at him and was about to complain, he looked up and saw Feng Jiu holding a fairy wand in his hand.

Sparks were shining brightly, Feng Jiu's face was much ruddy, and there was also a little bit of worldly smoke.

Little ghosts looked up at the same time as the snowflakes fell, and they said that something was missing, that there was no embellished snow in this warm light.

Desolate Star has no four seasons, no temperature changes, and no snow.

This snow is naturally a small fish.

Feng Jiu looked up and heard Mu Shi and Zhang San pulling the suspension carriage over, "Who missed this box of fireworks? Quickly fill it up!"

"Why is it still missing? Who took it?"

"Before the fireworks were set off, you secretly took them." Fei Jiao whispered to block the fairy wand in Feng Jiu's hand with his body.

"I'm the boss, can I just take one of these?" Feng Jiu handed another one to Fei Jiao.

Fei Jiao didn't pick up the new one, but took Feng Jiuzhong's snigger, "I want yours."

It's a pity that this one is about to burn out, Fei Jiao stared at the spark in his hand and pursed his lips.

Suddenly another one sticks out in front of him, just lit.

"This one is mine too."

Fei Jiao looked up at him, and took a new one from Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, didn't the fish say he wanted it?

How come it doesn't count?

He was about to withdraw his hand when Fei Jiao took the fairy wand in his hand and stuffed his own, "This is mine."

Feng Jiu squeezed the hands in his hands helplessly and smiled, he was really naive, he had to make some kind of exchange.

Fish is immature, and he himself is also immature.

Following the trick of the boss secretly releasing the fairy wand, the other little ghosts followed suit, almost making Zhang San very angry.

When the dumplings came out of the pan, the sound of firecrackers sounded, and the sky above Fengdu was filled with fireworks, and everyone sat around a table.

It is the dumplings stuffed with incense candles for ghosts, and the normal stuffing for people.

Fengdu's newly-produced wine was also a good time to bring it out. The Marshal ordered several jars, and a group of imperial soldiers divided a few tables individually, and got together to feast on it.

Soon they will go to the battlefield, and this time they must defeat the aliens!

It was rare for Lu Hong to find bosom friend together with Chang Qing and Mei Gu, and even the underworld civil servants who had been busy for a long time were crowded in the corner.

Black and White Wuchang leaned against the eaves, Xie Bian looked at the fireworks in the sky, and said, "This is the first time I have celebrated a human festival in Fengdu."

"En." Fan Wujiu said in a muffled voice, "with you."

The puppet squatted on the eaves, not at all excited about discovering the secrets of the underworld civil servants.

He was a cat squatting on the roof, flicking its tail boredly, watching the loneliness.

It was true, too, that the table of reunion excitement below was not for him.

The fireworks above the head are brilliant, and the blue cat's eyes reflect the fireworks, and I am confused.

"Little cat, come down to eat dried fish." Meng Shao called him expressionlessly holding a big bowl.I don't know why this cold-faced and cold-hearted Granny Meng likes cats so much. The puppet flicked its tail and was about to get up and jump when it heard a sound.

"Guest An Yu, since you are the first customer to order Fengdu's service package, Fengdu's small customer service will send you a surprise during the Chinese New Year."

Just as the puppet was wondering, he saw an empty shadow squatting down.

"An Yu, is that you?"

The puppet looked up in astonishment, and saw Tang Lin appearing on the roof at some point, his decadent appearance made people feel distressed.

Fei Jiao ate Feng Jiu's special fat dumplings, "Jiu Jiu, you're losing money again."

Feng Jiu shamelessly ate the dumplings fed by the shark, "I am a considerate boss." Give the puppet a small surprise to save him from being sad.

"Does the understanding boss know what I'm thinking?"

"It must be some colored scrap."

"That's not true." Fei Jiao quietly leaned into his ear, and said amidst the sound of fireworks, "I hope I can be with you every year in the future."

Feng Jiu paused, lowered his eyes secretly, and said softly:

"Ah."

Will do.