human suffering

Chapter 2795 Bang Bang Blue

After Cai Gen rushed into the black hole, he lost his vision instantly.

Although the spring water is warm, it is still comfortable.

Or was it the suction from the rotation that made me dizzy.

I don't know how long it fell.

Cai Gen simply closed his eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind.

If I keep falling like this, will I reach the end of the world?
Or, fall to the other side of the planet?
By then, will people who have met Cai Gen write a book to praise Cai Gen?

Cai Gen has even thought of a name, "A Handsome Guy Pops Out from the Ground."

Or, create a song to praise Cai Gen.

Cai Gen hadn’t decided on a name yet, but it was ultimately called “The Savior Born from the Land.”

It should still be called "The Fat Uncle Who Turned into a Spirit from Tukara".

Cai Gen’s struggle did not end, and suddenly he was freed.

Without the embrace of the hot spring, the huge feeling of weightlessness made Cai Gen dance with joy.

Although I'm not sure if I'll be killed by the fall.

Cai Gen still howled instinctively, unable to suppress it.

After just a few shouts, it reached the bottom.

Cai Gen landed on a pile of soft and hard objects.

Ponte's skin was passively triggered, ensuring that Cai Gen was not cut.

Cai Gen felt like he was on a small hill and rolled for a long time before he stopped.

The visibility in the space is not very good, there is only a faint light source in the distance.

It was far away, square, and there were pictures swaying in the light source.

Cai Gen stood up and looked carefully before confirming that it was actually a TV screen.

When I looked back at the hill that served as a buffer for me, I was stunned.

It turned out to be a CD.

Yes, round one with a hole in the middle.

A CD that has been eliminated by the times.

Countless CDs formed a small hill.

That's why Cai Gen had that strange feeling of being both soft and hard.

For a moment, curiosity was overflowing and Cai Gen ignored the light in the distance.

I picked up a handful of CDs and started watching them carefully.

A long time ago, when Cai Gen was a child, he had to rent discs to watch movies.

Later, after Cai Gen went to school and worked, he got a computer and a burner.

At that time, I would also make some CDs myself to store photos and study materials.

Later, this storage medium was eliminated and online storage was used instead.

Nowadays, there are really not many opportunities to see CDs in life.

The most recent time was when a few of them were hanging behind Ling Zimu’s torn cotton jacket.

That is used for reflecting light and avoiding being hit when walking on remote roads in the middle of the night.

When Cai Gen suddenly saw the mountain of CDs, he was instantly brought back to his past memories.

With the help of the faint light in the distance, Cai Gen vaguely saw what type of CD it was.

Although he still didn't recognize most of the text above, Cai Gen was still relatively familiar with a few scattered Chinese characters.

Moreover, even if you cannot read, you can tell from the picture above that the CD is a local specialty.

Cai Gen couldn't help but laughed.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

Only this piece of land can gather so many CDs.

Cai Gen makes a simple assumption. If one were to watch all these discs, it would definitely not be enough, at least several hundred years, even if one fast-forwards and selects from them.

Cai Gen threw away the CD in his hand and looked towards the direction of the light.

Judging from the content on the screen, it seems like someone is really using it as a reference for learning.

Cai Gen vigilantly pulled out the bone-cutting knife and silently called out the butcher knife.

At the same time, he spat on the back of his hand, waking up Du Jian.

After some preparation, I slowly walked towards the light.

As we get closer, the temperature around us becomes higher and higher.

This is a bit strange.

With so many hot springs left, Cai Gen originally felt that it was cold and damp.

However, after walking a few steps, I felt unbearable heat.

Even more aggressive than when facing Master Huo just now.

The screen isn’t very big from a distance, you only notice it when you get closer.

It was also an obsolete electronic product, a rear-projection TV. It was huge and heavy, about 40 to 50 inches, and the picture was dazzling.

Once upon a time, even an ordinary person with a net worth of 10,000 yuan would not dare to touch this thing.

When Cai Gen was a child, he saw it in a shopping mall, also on display as a prototype.

Even after we took them to the yellow stall in the city’s largest shopping mall, they still weren’t sold out.

In front of the rear-projection TV, there is a luxurious single sofa, which is also huge.

The sofa is in a backlit position and it is difficult to tell what material it is made of.

Next to the sofa, there were CDs stacked up in different heights, looking quite messy.

Cai Gen didn't know who was sitting on the sofa and appreciating the CD.

However, judging by the number of readers, he is definitely a ruthless person.

Cai Gen’s footsteps were not silent; they were even harsh.

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CDs kept breaking under his feet, making harsh, crackling sounds.

However, the person on the sofa did not react at all.

I don’t know, maybe I was too engrossed or I fell asleep.

It was not until Cai Gen came to the sofa, stood on tiptoe and looked behind it.

Before Cai Gen could see clearly, a voice came from the sofa.

“This part is not very good, the performance is not very engaging, it’s a bit too deliberate.

It’s even a bit inhumane and out of character.”

what?
Cai Genxian heard the voice first and then saw the person talking on the sofa.

An instinctive answer.

“I don’t think so, deliberately.

On the contrary, it can highlight the character's helpless compliance.

There is an old saying, if you can't resist, then
Damn, stick?"

Cai Gen jumped directly in front of the sofa.

Look at the thing on the sofa.

It was so unexpected.

A bent stick, discussing the contents of the CD with him.

Yes, it’s the stick.

A black stick as thick as an arm.

We don’t know where his reproductive organs are, let alone where his visual organs are.

It is just a bent stick that fits the angle of the sofa and sits on it.

It’s not very long, definitely less than two meters, about one and a half meters.

The end of the stick did not touch the ground, and it swayed back and forth as if it was swinging a foot, and it looked very lively.

The moment Bangzi saw Cai Gen, he suddenly stood up straight.

I don't know what material it is made of, but it has high plasticity.

After Bangzi stood up straight, he found that he was a little close to Cai Gen, so he jumped back a long way in a hurry and stood directly on the back of the sofa.

The head of the stick was slightly bent, as if staring at Cai Gen.

Until he saw the butcher knife in Cai Gen's hand and Du Jian on the back of his hand.

I became serious all of a sudden.

"What did you call me?"

At this moment, Cai Gen felt like he had entered another dimension.

This is too abstract.

Who would have thought that there was a Korean watching a movie at the foot of Apple Mountain.

"Ah, I called you Bangzi."

The stick seemed to have been drained of all its strength.

Suddenly, like a snake that was pinched at its vital point, it slid onto the sofa like a puddle of mud.

Bangzitou lay on the armrest of the sofa, and tears as big as beans flowed out like tap water.

He cried loudly and twitched.

"Master, you have changed.

You used to call people "Bangbang", but now you call them "Bangzi".

Have I fallen out of favor?
Don’t you know Bangbang?

Is Bang Bang no longer in your heart?
Have you forgotten the path we once walked together?
You really chill my heart.

I am dead, I am blue! "

Cai Gen suddenly had an illusion that he had made his girlfriend cry.

But, in front of him, the one who complained painfully and acted like a spoiled brat was a stick.

What is this thing called?