Chapter 111 The Smell of Burning Garbage
Bifang opened his backpack, took off his muddy windbreaker, shook off the sand, and put on his jacket again to resist the cold wind.
The drone flew high, and the frequency of the barrage suddenly dropped.
Wang Yongbo in the backend was confused. It was eight o'clock in the evening, which should be the time when users are active. How come the activity level dropped so much while they were on the road?
But when he saw the picture in the live broadcast room, he was stunned.
Under the night sky.
Bifang was walking on the gradually cooling sand, with the Milky Way stretching across the sky above his head. Black shadows were moving across the ground; they were the clouds blocking the moonlight.
The wind was singing softly, like an ancient mysterious song, just like the totemic characters on the ancient stone pillars, engraved there long before the birth of the world.
That is the language the god of nature used when he created this world and sang alone.
He is everywhere, the moving sand dunes and wind-eroded rocks whisper His story.
The universe is so vast that the audience finds themselves unable to tell where the sound of the wind comes from. It is everywhere, east, south, west, and north. It seems as if countless people from all directions are blowing away clay ocarinas and singing ancient and mysterious songs.
The clouds broke and the moon came out, a full moon hung in the sky, and the starry sky also appeared. The sky was full of clear light, and on the vast and boundless sea of sand, every grain of sand reflected the cold light of the stars and the moon.
The vast and boundless desert... Although Ilham lives in the desert, it is the first time he feels that the desert is so... so great that he can't help but feel awe.
So beautiful.
Countless people were at a loss for words. They couldn't find any words to describe such a scene and tacitly stopped sending comments.
At this moment, their thoughts were united and their souls were throbbing.
This spiritual clarity becomes even more obvious when there is no idiot around who is chattering and begging for gifts.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
Bifang guessed something and expressed everyone's thoughts. He stopped and the drone captured a 360-degree picture of the entire desert and the starry sky.
The beauty that can attract you is the one that makes you fall without knowing it.
This is absolutely true.
A beam of light piercing the darkness, a seed slightly opening its mouth in the soil and spitting out green, a flower with a fragrant aroma, a lazy cloud, a line of poetry that strikes the soul, a breathtaking painting, and a sincere and moving song.
A vast expanse of starry sky and desert.
[I suddenly want to survive in the wilderness, but I don’t have enough strength. What should I do? Waiting online, urgent! ]
[Go ahead, I'll sit at your wife's table, you don't have to worry]
【A screen saver, happy! 】
[I feel like I have wasted my travels over the years. I shouldn’t go to the city, I should go to this kind of forest and desert! ]
[Me too, when I go to other cities, everything is exactly the same and crowded.]
[My soul is cleansed watching Lao Fang’s live broadcast room. Oh my God, I am guilty. I shouldn’t be so handsome.]
[Someone said I was handsome. I thought about it all night. Who leaked the news? ]
As Bifang gained more and more fans and the audience became more familiar with him, many people's way of addressing him began to change.
This can be seen from the very first anchor, to Fang Shen, and then to the person many people call Lao Fang now .
This is a good thing. In fact, Bifang also thinks that this name is a bit rustic, but many people fall for it. After all, uniqueness means it can arouse curiosity, curiosity brings clicks, and clicks bring traffic.
Even if it is unique in its own way.
Without those bad apples like Du Chuan, the popularity of Bifang's live broadcast room began to rise rapidly. As early as in Liusha, it had already formed a hot spot, and the number of viewers directly exceeded 150,000.
How depressing Bifang's inaction was before, and how miserable Du Chuan and others are now is just as exciting.
The moment Du Chuan and others were trapped in the quicksand, the netizens had a collective climax and were extremely excited.
The gift traffic directly ranked first on the Langya TV gift list!
No one can match it!
In addition, Bifang’s live broadcast time is different from the past. Eight or nine o’clock is exactly when people’s nightlife just begins.
The activity of the netizens was also very high, and its popularity was growing like a rocket. The gifts never stopped coming, and even if Bifang sneezed, there would be people sending gifts saying that it was a very skillful sneeze, making others envious.
Under such circumstances, his popularity quickly climbed to five million, making him a truly big anchor!
Countless young anchors were envious with red eyes.
Judging from Bifang’s live broadcast experience, the level has almost increased with each broadcast, and so far, it has achieved a triple jump.
What about next time?
Is Langya’s position as the number one player so secure?
Mo Xiaoxian looked at the rapidly rising Bifang and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was not up to him to decide who would sit on the throne.
Perhaps if he can't ask for it twice more, he will have to hand over his position as the leader of Langya to others.
There is absolutely no comparison.
This is the trend of the times, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that if anyone dares to touch Bifang now, he will die!
Bifang is already the uncrowned king of Langya Live!
On the other side, the drone was still soaring in the night sky.
At the strong request of the audience, the drone flew high and filmed for more than ten minutes before returning to Bifang and continuing the live broadcast.
After coughing twice, Bifang began to explain the next goal.
"During the daytime in the desert, the heat and lack of water will quickly reduce your physical strength, so I chose to move forward at night. Due to the specific heat capacity of sand, the temperature in the desert is significantly lower at night, and can even be called cold, so I changed into a windbreaker. The current temperature is about..."
Bifang brought the topic back, but at this time he suddenly sniffed, a little confused.
"Strange, where does the burning smell come from? What's burning?"
The smell in the desert is very monotonous, just an ordinary burnt bitter smell, but just now this burnt smell suddenly became much stronger, like the smell of garbage being burned in a concentrated manner.
This reminded him of the time when he burned a corpse not long ago. The smell was not as complex as this one, but somewhat similar.
【? ? ? Burnt smell? 】
[Is anyone here? Or is there a fire nearby? ]
The audience in the live broadcast room could only watch and hear but not smell. They did not feel anything special at the moment. However, some other barrage content caught Bifang's attention.
[By the way, why are Master Lin and Prince Mu missing?]
[And that high school student too? ]
[That’s right. I wouldn’t know if you didn’t tell me.]
[Is it because Lao Fang would rather die than surrender under the power of the powerful, so the big guys are no longer interested? 】
[Rather die than surrender? That's interesting, tell me more! ]
After seeing the barrage, Bi Fang realized that Yao Jun and Lin Chang seemed to have never appeared since then.
Logically speaking, after driving Du Chuan away, shouldn't they start flying spaceships to blind their own eyes?
Why are they all gone?
But on second thought, Bifang let it go.
"After all, they are big bosses and students in real life. How can they watch live broadcasts all the time? It's normal for them to leave for a while."
It would be strange if you hang out in his live broadcast room every day.
So Bifang didn't think much about it, and after being interrupted by netizens, he forgot about the burnt smell. After all, this is a desert and there won't be any forest fires.
It doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just some garbage that’s burning.
