Chapter 1330 Louis... Red
I really don’t know what Lin Xiao is thinking?
How could he be so stupid as to package himself in this way?
Nuwa was quite confused about this.
After all, Lin Xiao's packaging and bragging is really not something ordinary people can do.
At least most people are not so thick-skinned.
I don’t know if it’s because Lin Xiao has appeared in several TV series, so he has a little acting skills and feels that he can play such a rich man well.
It’s just that the reality is cruel.
Not to mention that there are people who deliberately dug up black materials and exposed them.
In short, in Nuwa's eyes, Lin Xiao is a complete idiot +250.
But then again, Lin Xiao's trick is actually quite useful. After all, if Cai Minghua hadn't dug up these black materials and exposed them, how would the public know about it.
It’s hard to say that Lin Xiao really succeeded.
Lin Xiao, who clearly only had 100 million Duobao Island coins, which is equivalent to 20 to 30 million soft girl coins, insisted on packaging himself as a rich and outdated star with tens of billions of Baodao coins. At that time, when people saw him, they felt His whole body is covered with golden light, which can be regarded as a skill.
And 99% of people truly believe it.
Even now that the black material has been exposed, there are still a large number of Lin Xiao's idiot fans on the Internet, who firmly believe that their outdated idol is indeed a "rich man", and are determined to start a scolding war with others on the Internet.
As for these fans who have no judgment, Nuwa really doesn't know what to say.
However, Nuwa discovered that the messages posted by these brainless fans of Lin Xiao still had strong traces of belief across the network data cable. This discovery made Nuwa feel that the existence of the group of brainless fans was not a bad thing.
After all, she will enter the entertainment circle in the future and make a career as a singer. When the time comes, she will also have her own fan group, and this way she can gather faith.
Therefore, Nuwa also hopes that she can have a group of brain-dead fans, because these brain-dead fans can provide herself with a purer faith.
It's just that Lin Xiao is an ordinary person, and most celebrities are also ordinary people. So even though they have their own fan groups and a large number of idiot fans, they have no way to gather the beliefs generated by these fans and purify them. To provide for your own evolution.
From Nuwa's point of view, this is really a pity.
So when Nuwa felt the faint residual power of faith in the message post, a deep regret appeared on her delicate face, as well as a look of pity.
"It would be great if these were my fans. These are all the power of belief. Although it is not so pure and is mixed with the power of negative desires, it can be purified. Not to mention the huge number of fans, so there are so many people. The mottled faith generated..."
Nuwa looked at the phone and whispered to herself.
At this moment, her mind has shifted from the news reports related to Cai Minghua and Lin Xiao to the power of faith.
And Nuwa quickly put the pity thoughts behind her, because she thought that she would soon return to China with the help of Jin Xiantae as a celebrity, and then start her career as a singer.
So she will definitely have fans of her own by then.
Therefore, there is no need to envy the fans of the unlucky Lin Xiao, she will have them in the future anyway.
Speaking of which, Nuwa is quite sad. For the sake of her faith, she now plans to join the entertainment industry.
Who would dare to believe this if I tell it?
But this is an indisputable fact.
In fact, not only Nuwa needs the power of faith, but also the many returning beings from China need to start planning how to have their own believers and gather their own power of faith.
But while others were still exploring and thinking of ways, Nuwa had already found a goal and was about to implement it successfully.
Many people will envy me then, right?
Nuwa put down her phone and sat on the sofa, thinking proudly to herself.
Inadvertently, Nuwa thought of her apprentice Coco, and her little face suddenly fell.
Because she found that no matter how hard she worked, compared to her weird little apprentice, she, the master, was just like a diao silk.
In fact, it’s not surprising that Nuwa would think so.
It was really the blow that Coco had given her that was too great.
Think about it, while she, a master, was still racking her brains for the power of faith, Coco already had two faith source worlds. This alone made Nuwa deeply hit.
Not to mention that the world that Coco controls is not just one, but is comparable to the worlds controlled by Western religions such as the sands of the Ganges River, so the little guy doesn't need to worry about the source of his faith power at all.
As long as the little one is willing, she can open up and establish her own source of faith in the worlds she controls anytime and anywhere.
I don't know how many streets there are compared to her as a master.
Some people may ask, in this case, why is Nuwa still so worried about the source of her faith? It won't be long before she can directly ask her apprentice Keke for help.
Anyway, the little guy has so many worlds under his control. As a master, Nuwa wants to ask for a few openings. Given the little guy's character, she will definitely not refuse.
That's what you said, and the idea is correct.
But that's not what happened.
Of course, Nuwa knew that if she went to find Coco, she could easily build her own stable source of faith from the plane world controlled by her apprentice, without having to show up in public like a singer.
But it was precisely because Nuwa was Coco's master that she couldn't do that.
A master has the dignity of a master.
At the same time, Nuwa also has her own persistence and stubbornness. Even if people think she is weird, this is Nuwa.
Moreover, as someone who has experienced the ancient times, Nuwa knows very well how important the source of faith is, and how crazy a plane world that can provide a source of faith can make people.
You know, in the ancient times, in addition to fighting against the invasion of the Arthur Gods, they also had to fight internally for the source of faith, and the killing was a sea of blood.
Nuwa didn't want to encroach on the interests of her apprentice Coco, because she knew how precious it was. Even if she was a master, she couldn't use such an identity to take advantage of her apprentice Coco. This is Nuwa's persistence.
It may sound ridiculous, but it is precisely for this reason that this Nuwa girl from another time and space makes people feel that her persistence is very precious.
And Coco is lucky to have such a wonderful master. After all, a master like Nuwa is much better than those masters who are interested in their apprentices, isn't it?
She got up from the sofa, picked up her mobile phone and walked to the corner of the small living room, found the charger and started charging her mobile phone.
After doing all this, Nuwa looked at the time and planned to take a shower and go to bed.
She has been notified that the woman named Qiao An will go back to the fast food restaurant where she works tomorrow, and then she will cooperate with her to act.
So she needs to rest and keep herself in the best condition.
Although it doesn't matter if Nuwa doesn't sleep for a year, because she has lived in the secular world for more than ten years and has been greatly influenced by the current society, Nuwa, like many girls nowadays, believes in the theory that if you don't rest well, your skin will be bad.
It really makes people feel ridiculous.
Because Nuwa does not rest for ten or a hundred years, she can still give people a radiant feeling, which is completely different from ordinary girls.
But Nuwa just believes these now.
From the side, it shows that the theory that girls believe in nowadays is really influential.
After all, even Nuwa is affected, isn't she.
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The lights of Hong Kong are bright at midnight
Located on a bustling nightclub street in Kowloon City, a small shop called "Xiangjiangzi Fish Ball Noodles" gathered more than a dozen men with fierce faces.
This small restaurant that sells fish ball noodles is not large, and can only fit four or five tables in total. Now that more than a dozen men have sat down, the small shop has become very crowded.
And because the atmosphere in the shop seems a little wrong, some customers who want to enter the shop immediately turn around and leave when they walk to the door of the shop. Obviously, the business cannot be done.
The dozen or so men in the store were clearly divided into two groups, and it was obvious that they were sitting in a confrontation. In the middle of the two groups of men sat men who seemed to be the leaders of both sides. One of the men was holding a baby who looked less than one year old in his arms.
The baby was very cute, with big eyes rolling around. Even though the men around him looked ugly, the little guy didn't look scared at all, but looked around in a quirky way.
I don't know if it was because of the little guy's presence that the men present suppressed their anger. Even though the negotiations were deadlocked, they didn't fight like usual, but the leaders of both sides continued to talk patiently.
The man holding the baby was a middle-aged man with hair wax on his head and a big backcombed hair. He looked quite stylish, and in this dull and depressing atmosphere, he was the first to speak.
"Hei Zai Cheng! You must give us half of the money for watching the nightclub in Yonghui. Now Huo Zidui is in charge, so I have to find a meal for my brothers, and I have to support a baby now, so I need to make more money! If you don't agree, it means you don't want to let our brothers live, so I will fight with you!"
The man holding the baby finished his words, and the men around him, one by one, began to glare at the enemies on the opposite side with full momentum, as if the other party would be afraid of nothing.
Sitting opposite the man holding the baby was an old man with a big belly. He also glared at himself, trying to make himself look very fierce.
"Fuck! Let's fight! We are afraid of you. Your boss died on a woman's belly with his saliva and might, and now Huo Zidui is in charge, so what! You don't even have the power to watch the nightclub in Yonghui!"
The younger brothers behind him immediately cooperated and started the performance.
"Chop him up and take away his entire family property!"
"I'll chop off all of you, and see if you're dead!"
When the men behind the man holding the baby saw this, they immediately responded with verbal attacks, and even raised their hands to point fingers to increase their momentum.
Well, Hong Kong gangs are like this, more verbal attacks than actual actions, and even if they hire someone to do it, they are mostly hired by big people.
In the midst of the turmoil, the man holding the baby put the baby aside, rushed out suddenly, grabbed the head of the opposite party by the hair, and raised his leg to hit the other party's face with a beggar's kick.
This was not the end. The opponent picked up a teapot and hit the big-bellied man on the head, causing blood to spurt out immediately.
The man's movements were swift and agile. Before anyone could react, he had knocked down the leader of the other party.
"Hmph! Are you mad at me? Today I'll let you know who I am, Louis Chi!"
The big-bellied leader fell to the ground limply.
The man who called himself 'Louis Chi' waved to his men behind him, and then rushed to the other side's younger brothers who were still in shock.
The baby who was put aside by him clapped his hands with a smile, and shouted in a baby voice: "Master, come on! Unify Hong Kong and Kowloon! The money for my apprentice's milk powder depends on you!"
Hearing the voice of the baby, the middle-aged man who had just punched a big man away suddenly paused, then turned back and looked at the baby with a smile.
Swish!
The knife flashed, and a guy with a machete chopped the middle-aged man's neck.
Being distracted during a fight is not a good habit.
The imagined blood-spattering scene did not occur, but the knife-wielding man felt that he had chopped on steel, and the force of the recoil made his knives hurt.
The middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at the knife-wielding man, so much so that the knife-wielding man forgot to continue the second chop. Then the middle-aged man, who was called Master by the baby, raised his hand and slapped him on the head...