Since they were all Chinese-speaking players, they didn't translate what they said by default, and the King frowned. He roughly knew this person was speaking gibberish again, but in order not to let others know he couldn't understand, he could only silently repeat in his mind... Fury, my?
Wen Zheng was used to the other person's lack of common sense, and glanced at the comments to find that some people were also unaware of this.
He explained, "The new material 'Mister,' which is now widely used in various tableware, was initially very expensive to produce. There's a high-end children's toy brand called Free World, and all their toys are made with this expensive material. They sell for very high prices."
Bullet comments:
Wow! I know! My mom bought me a drone of this brand when I was little, it cost 500,000 yuan. Just imagine!
- So why is it so expensive?
-Mister material is indestructible by fire, water, and is unbreakable by smashing or stepping on unless dissolved in a specific solution.
-Is the reason for making toys to prevent children from chewing them up and swallowing them?
“Yes.” Wen Zheng said to Da Wang, “A Rubik’s Cube like this, of this brand, costs three thousand.” He paused, “My mom bought me one before.”
After my parents passed away, the fire in our house destroyed almost all the paper and books, but the Rubik's Cube remained intact in the ashes.
Wen Zheng was distracted for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses. Seeing the king nod, he didn't know whether he understood or not: "So, you mean, this toy is very expensive?"
"..." That's not wrong either.
Wen Zheng: "The room is an ordinary working-class house, but the toys are very expensive, which shows that the parents love him very much. At the same time, the little king is lonely playing with his toys alone at home. Whether it is these single-player toys or the AI battle like Vittoria, they are all single-player games."
"So he looked out the window and imagined that the little animals could play with him, which led to the creation of the Sparrow Knight and the Butterfly Butler, which were common animals and insects in the residential area."
As Wen Zheng spoke, he looked up the numbers corresponding to the letters "free world" on the alphabet hanging on the wall—unsurprisingly, from one to nine.
“His parents love him, but they can’t be with him. He eats a bland diet and is forbidden from going out…” Wen Zheng said, “He has a problem with his immune system.”
He walked to the back of the black hole that had almost buried him on the ground.
Following the alphabetical order of Free World, the squares on the ground become the simplest hopscotch game. Empty spaces represent black holes and cannot be stepped on; the others are jumped over in the new order. As Wen Zheng steps onto the last square, the ground in front of him suddenly cracks open, and a pillar resembling a podium rises up with a clang.
There was a document in a brown paper bag on top.
Upon opening it, I saw—a diagnosis report.
The series of operations were executed flawlessly, and in the blink of an eye, the tipping reached a new high.
Many fans who came after seeing his real photos, watching his battle royale with Xuanyuan Tianlu, or accidentally clicking into the streamer rankings, finally understand why z-bkc's fans are so loyal.
He's handsome.
This kind of handsomeness isn't about deliberately posing or having a beautifully sculpted face; it's a style, an aura.
Even when he was so frustrated and wanted to bang his head against the wall because he couldn't find any clues... nothing was diminished!
Bullet comments:
-Look at the pearl.
-Looking at the pearl.
-Is Mingzhu feeling ashamed and indignant, thinking she's stupid?
Mingzhu is so adorable, she looks so confused.
Actually, this hopscotch puzzle is quite simple. Two years ago, Z did a black-box test on the five-star dungeon "Return of the Undead," and I was really impressed by him then… He guessed the ultimate goal correctly on the first try, his analysis was logical and well-founded, and his thinking was extremely clear. People often say he doesn't like to talk during his streams, and I always refute that. It's not that; it's just that there are some things that are too simple for him… to be too lazy… to explain…
- My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream (well-behaved).
-Mingzhu hahahahahahaha
Just as Wen Zheng opened the diagnosis report, a head popped out from above his left shoulder.
Wen Zheng turned his head to meet those golden eyes, and he was tempted to step aside, but for some reason, he didn't move.
"Ah, I know that," the king said cheerfully. "Genetic disorder syndrome!"
Wen Zheng paused for a second, his mind drifting back to the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law drama that Da Hei had watched that evening. The daughter-in-law in that drama seemed to have this disease. It's a disease that's very popular with screenwriters, and depending on the specific disordered genes, the symptoms can vary greatly from person to person.
However, under normal circumstances, even with proper care, the patient can only live for a maximum of five to eight years, making it a modern-day terminal illness.
They're quite pitiful.
After the diagnosis report was read, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared outside the door, which had been a complete black hole.
Wen Zheng and the king subconsciously closed their eyes, and after a while they opened them. Outside, it had become a lush green garden.
The two walked out one after the other, and the cramped room behind them suddenly shattered. Looking around, they found themselves in what was now a typical ancient European hanging garden.
Outside the park, there are endless white clouds, and the clouds overhead are very close, almost within reach. They feel like scientifically produced mist.
The garden is circular, resembling the rooftop terrace of a castle. A fountain sits in the center, and the landscape shrubs are trimmed into various animal shapes.
At this moment, the Sparrow Knight, the Butterfly Butler, the Cicada Minister, and the Swallow Guard appeared together, flitting and chasing each other in the garden. If it weren't for their enormous size, they would have been quite adorable...
Wen Zheng took a step forward blankly, dodging the Sparrow Knight who came at him like a cannonball.
The story was clearly not over yet, as a red carpet suddenly appeared along the path in the middle of the garden. The lonely little king, wearing a crown and with a cold expression, walked step by step from the end of the red carpet.
Wen Zheng and the king stepped aside, watching as the young king reached the edge of the rooftop.
Wen Zheng felt inexplicably flustered and took a few steps forward to close the distance between himself and the little king.
The young king turned around and said, "Welcome to my Freedom Castle. Today, Freedom Castle will make new history."
The four little animals shouted, "Long live the King! Long live the King!"
The little king suddenly smiled innocently: "I have wings now!"
The little animals cried out, "Wings! Wings!"
After saying that, the figures remained motionless.
"Find the wings." Wen Zheng said calmly, "Xiao Wang, you on the right, I'll go to the left."
"Call me Your Majesty!"
As Wen Zheng bent down and parted the bushes, he thought, "The word 'wings' is too abstract. A fallen feather? A wing-shaped bundle? Would it be okay to tear off a sparrow's or a cicada's wing and give it to that child..."
The king had barely begun his thought when he exclaimed triumphantly, "Found it!"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
Wen Zheng felt an urge to add him as a friend.
But he didn't do it in the end.
The king found a dirty keychain next to the fountain, with a metal wing pendant hanging from it. It must have been used by its owner, who clearly cherished it.
This thing is very conspicuous; it's just lying on the ground. It's not some kind of obstacle; you can just pick it up.
But Wen Zheng felt inexplicably flustered, and as the king handed the keychain to the young king, the situation escalated to its highest point.
"Thank you, these are my wings!"
The little king beamed with joy, his pure white hair suddenly tinged with vibrant color. The keychain in his hand transformed into a beam of light, which then materialized into a pair of enormous wings that unfurled behind him.
The sun leaped out of the clouds, casting a golden glow behind the little king. He took two steps back and joined the other animals in singing loudly—
"Vittoria! Vittoria!"
"Your Majesty! I am the free Sparrow Knight!"
"Your Majesty! I am the free Minister of Cicadas!"
"Your Majesty! I am the free butterfly butler!"
"Your Majesty! I am the Captain of the Free Swallow Guard!"
"My friends! I am the King of Freedom!"
The little king opened his mouth wide, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and his mouth stretched into a half-circle. The next moment, he turned and took a step forward—
"Damn!" Wen Zheng rushed out like an arrow, grabbing the little king's wrist just as he fell!
"Your Majesty!" he roared, "Help me! The wings are fake!"
His arms ached from the weight; this was no weight a child only as tall as his thigh should bear. Wen Zheng's heart sank slightly; he knew he couldn't pull it up by himself, so he had to call on the king for help.
He lay prone, struggling to turn his head, his face rubbing against the rough brick floor, which was slightly warm from the sun.
His gaze shifted to an odd angle, and the red figure in his field of vision stood still, not taking a single step towards him.
"Why did you pull him?" the king asked curiously.
"He's going to jump off the building!"
"But he also gained his freedom, which is exactly what he wanted."
The long-haired man's beautiful face turned cold at this moment, and Wen Zheng was momentarily at a loss for words. His hand grew heavier and heavier; the way this companion treated other NPCs and his current nonchalance strangely merged together, just like that time when he stared at him and asked—are all humans this hypocritical?
The wind howled, the sun shone brightly, and the king continued, "This child won't live long, he won't grow up, he'll stay in the house all day, he'll be lonely and sad all the time. Death is a relief, a freedom, very fitting."
"Besides, all his fantasies were just for playing with his friends, so he could die without regrets."
Wen Zheng closed his eyes and said fiercely, "Only by staying alive is there any possibility. How do you know things won't turn out well?!"
The king said, "Isn't genetic disorder syndrome incurable?"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
Anger surged up instantly. Wen Zheng felt that this idiot was a million times, no, ten million times, more idiotic than the one in Battle Royale. He would kill him over and over again countless times to quell his anger. He was about to explode!
"Wang Mingzhu!" he roared, drawing his breath from his dantian, "Come and pull them out!"
The volume was so loud that Wen Zheng could barely keep up. The king's eyes widened, and after hesitating for less than a second, he obediently walked over and said, "Oh."
He squatted down, reluctantly reaching out to grab Wen Zheng's forearm—
"Bang."
The countdown has reached zero.
The little king transformed into a handful of feathers and scattered across the sky.
Wen Zheng was stunned: "…………"
"Wang Mingzhu." A few seconds before the ending credits rolled, Wen Zheng made a murderous warning with a grim face: "Don't let me see you again."
"..."
Author's Note: Dahei: Why do you call me Wang Mingzhu? (Confused)
Zhengzheng: Tear apart the version of yourself that previously had the idea of adding friends.