Be The Main God From Naruto

When Saitama and Genos went to Douluo Continent, the historical trajectories of the other two planes were also deflected to varying degrees.

Covering the sky, Earth.

June 11, 2010.

Inside the International Space Station orbiting the ground, several well-trained astronauts changed colors at the same time.

They ignored the communication signals from the ground, and were shocked beyond recognition by the scene before them.

In the universe where the cold and darkness coexist, the nine behemoths are motionless, as if they have been there since ancient times, making people feel the endless desolation and long-term, that turned out to be nine dragon corpses!

Each dragon corpse is 100 meters long, cast like molten iron, full of shocking power.

The nine dragon corpses are all five-clawed black dragons. Except for the crystal-clear horns and the violet light, the dragon's body is black, the black light is flickering, and the scales are shining with a mysterious brilliance in the dark.

The corpses of these black dragons, dragging huge ancient bronze coffins, drifted in the lonely and cold universe.

With the development of science, who would believe that dragons really exist?

But now, they have seen it with their own eyes.

After repeatedly confirming that they were not daydreaming, several astronauts immediately issued a call signal.

"Call the Earth..."

...

Netizens all over the world are obviously more concerned about another thing than the news of Kowloon pulling a coffin, which is tacitly and simultaneously blocked by governments of various countries.

At 0:00 Beijing time, netizens suddenly discovered that serious bugs appeared in all video websites!

BILIBILI, YouTube, Sohu, Tudou, and even a hidden adult video station...

At the same time, none of them were spared, and they all died on the spot, turning into a weird live broadcast room.

The silver-black web interface is monotonous and simple, without too much decoration and without any pop-up windows.

In the video...

The young Asian man, holding a strange book in his hand, was reading it attentively, as if he had no consciousness of being an anchor.

What's the point of this live broadcast?

To make this Asian man famous?

It is more logical to say that he wants to stink.

Now all over the world, there are some netizens with poor quality who are copying their native language and yelling at this Asian young man.

After the initial dissatisfaction, netizens unexpectedly discovered that the bullet screens from all over the world will be translated into the language they can understand synchronously.

"Look carefully, this little brother is quite cool, is he Japanese?"

"How is that possible! Judging from his appearance, he must be of my Korean origin! Even the hacker team that caused the [most bizarre cyber catastrophe in history] must be my Korean talent!"

"Yo? [The most bizarre cyber catastrophe in history]? Who took the code name? It feels like a middle school..."

"Don't BB, Gaoli sticks, this little brother is holding the "Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine" in his hand, a proper Chinese."

"??? The anchor has spoken! Which Chinese friend can help translate, leave an address, and I'll send you a box of vodka!"

On the silver-black video page, a handsome and elegant Asian youth held a cup of tea, sipped it lightly, and recited: "The people of ancient times are all 100 years old in spring and autumn, and their movements are not bad."

This person has no self-consciousness as an anchor at all, and does not seem to know that he is being watched by netizens all over the world.

He frowned, as if thinking about a difficult problem.

And what he said was quickly translated by Chinese netizens.

After all, it seems that the live broadcast room only has the function of text translation, and does not provide the ability to convert speech synchronously.

"This is from the Suwen chapter of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, which means that ordinary people in ancient times could easily live past a hundred years without any signs of aging."

"?"

"England netizens are stunned online."

"I know! This is a Chinese Xianxia novel! My sister has bought a lot of them!"

"Wait a minute! Wait for the old man to figure it out..."

"Nima is a big-headed ghost, I have only seen half of the island country of Laozi, and now I can't go up or down, play you XX X!"

"Pay attention to quality, and people around the world are looking at you."

"Hey? Don't make trouble! The anchor is talking again!"

The live video showed that in the small courtyard where the anchor was located, several sycamore trees swayed gently.

The anchor raised his head slightly, and said leisurely: "Take the world, grasp the yin and yang, exhale the breath, keep the spirit independently, and have the same muscles, so you can live a long life, and when there is no end, this is the life of the Tao."

The voice just fell...

dong dong dong!

The courtyard door was knocked.

The anchor did not make the visitor wait too long.

He put down the book in his hand and walked towards the door slowly.

When the anchor moves, the camera moves smoothly so that viewers don't miss a single segment.

The door opens.

A group of men in military uniforms with serious expressions appeared in front of everyone.

"You are?"

The anchor didn't seem to expect these visitors, and his expression was a little surprised.

I thought it would be a former classmate who came to the door, but I didn't expect it to be a group of soldiers...

There was light in his eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about all kinds of possibilities.

First of all, the other party is definitely not pretending to be a trickster. The sturdy aura and military brand of this group of people are very obvious.

Secondly, the group has a weird attitude towards him...

With stiff smiles on their faces, their muscles tense, they seem to be tense...

Just as the anchor was lost in thought, a thin and able-bodied middle-aged man in a flat-headed military uniform took a step forward and showed a certificate, with a voice like a bell:

"Comrade Ye Fan, the country needs special talents like you, please cooperate with our work."

Special talent?

The host named Ye Fan seemed stunned.

He looked back over his past life carefully and found that there was nothing special about him.

I have a good memory, and my body is stronger than my peers...

These shouldn't be anything special, right?

In the webcast room, netizens all over the world exploded in an instant.

"Looks like I saw an armored crawler outside the anchor's house? Who's going to wake me up?"

"Upstairs...you read that right."

"What happened this time is indeed a bit inexplicable. Several of the top leaders of our Hongke Alliance shot at the same time, and there is no trace of the invasion..."

"As a person in the industry, I think I still have some say. This thing... may not be a hack at all."

"Blind tyrant pretending to compare! It's not a hacker, it's haunted?"

"Really Nima is a supernatural event... Lao Tzu's scalp is numb now, cold air is blowing from his back, goosebumps all over his body, and he is panicking!"

"What's the situation? I don't know."

"Coward, don't scare me! Ask for bullet screen protection!"

"It's really scary... The photographer has been following them. These soldiers and anchors can't see the photographer?"

"Hey! They're looking for a photographer!"

"The acting is so good, it's awesome!"

"Speaking of good acting skills, what about brains? Don't tell me these people are movie stars!"

The soldiers did not seem to hide the current situation from the parties.

The anchor Ye Fan quickly understood his situation.

He borrowed the laptop specially brought by the other party, opened a video website at random, frowned and observed it for a while...

"I see."

Ye Fan took a deep breath: "It seems that the classmates will not be able to go."

As he spoke, he put down his notebook, took a quick six or seven steps to the northwest, and grabbed it...