allonlinenovel Chapter 193 I am here
Chapter 193 I am here
he……
Is this talking about himself?
he……
Are you really giving up?
he……
Are you really going to give in?
Everyone felt aggrieved.
Everyone's nose felt sore.
Thinking of the miracles Pan Yinian had created one after another, they were unwilling to believe this idea.
Can……
If this is not the case, why is Pan Yinian's tone so heavy and lonely?
Yes!
Pan Yinian is facing the Ba family.
The wealthy Ba family in Jinling could easily throw away a piece of rag that many people could not afford even if they worked their whole lives to buy!
"Hey……"
Before they knew it, everyone's heads drooped.
But at this moment,
Pan Yinian's tone changed, and an indescribable sense of depression and frustration reached everyone's ears through the speakers.
"But... is it really like this?"
"Do not……"
"That's not the case. No matter what he becomes, he is still Sun Wukong. He is still the almighty Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"
Pan Yinian's tone suddenly became fierce and high-pitched, as if he was a heroic spirit who had fought his way through hell and returned covered in blood, facing thousands of gods and Buddhas and roaring to the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp and extremely resolute roar reached everyone's ears.
"I don't agree!"
"Old Tathagata, I, Sun Quan, refuse to accept!"
"One day, I will make this sky no longer able to cover my eyes; I will make this earth no longer able to bury my heart; I will make all living beings understand my intentions; I will make all Buddhas disappear into thin air!"
boom……
Boom boom...
Boom boom boom...
In an instant, a golden beam of light suddenly lit up, just like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, piercing the sky.
It was more like a huge bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky.
It came down with the sound of heavenly punishment.
It "struck" the distribution box on the southern half of the street and also "struck" the fuse of the distribution box on the small half of the street behind the Xinsheng Network.
Even the shops in front of Xinsheng Network seemed to be "frightened" by this sudden "divine punishment" and cut off the power and turned off the lights.
In just a few seconds, the entire Fallen Street was plunged into darkness.
clap clap clap...
A crisp sound was heard, and eighteen searchlights suddenly lit up above the Hui-style building, shining on the four or five-meter-high "rock" on the edge of the rooftop of the Hui-style building.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of blood burst out from inside the "rock", and the sound of crackling was endless.
Finally, with a loud "bang", it exploded.
Fragments of the "rock" flew down, and a monkey wearing magma armor and holding a magic flame golden hoop stood up from the ruins of the "rock". He suddenly raised his arms and roared towards the sky and the direction of the Overlord Network.
"I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong!"
"I, Old Sun... am here!"
The monkey, with its eyes red, looked like a demon ready to devour anyone, and everyone was frightened to the point of having their scalps tingle.
The monkey, like a god of war who had committed suicide and returned from hell, carried with him everyone's expectations and launched a fatal attack on the hypocritical gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Those familiar lines instantly touched the softest strings in everyone's heart.
Looking at the "skin and flesh left" Sun Wukong, everyone...
I couldn't help but cry.
I feel inexplicably sad.
My throat is choked with sobs...
Some people clenched their fists, curled up their bodies, and looked at the monkey that had accompanied them throughout their childhood, and burst into hysterical roars.
"I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong! I, Old Sun, am here..."
The roars were getting louder and louder.
hysteria.
It burst out with the frustration and depression that I couldn't even notice on a normal day.
In an instant, the entire Fallen Street turned into an ocean with howling winds and rolling waves.
The monkey is roaring.
The crowd roared.
On the rooftop, eighteen boxes of fireworks shot up into the sky as if they were free, blooming into blood-red fireworks.
Fireworks...
The night sky of Fallen Street was illuminated red.
Lighting up people's faces.
It also darkened the faces of Baligan and others.
The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers, and thousands of households hold their hearts in their hands and raise their eyebrows.
This is the poem of a great man, and it is also a reflection of Fallen Street at this moment.
In just the beginning, before Pan Yinian and others showed up, the advantages that Baligang and others had painstakingly built up were wiped out.
The moment everyone realized that Pan Yinian did not give up or admit defeat.
The people on Fallen Street rushed towards the Xinsheng Internet Cafe like crazy.
The people on the Nanjing University campus ran as fast as they could towards Fallen Street.
When they rushed to the door of Xinsheng Network, they suddenly found that Xinsheng Network was still dark.
The small Hui-style building was completely surrounded by a blood-red curtain.
Even Xiaoyao Restaurant and Classic Tea were hidden inside.
Clang Dong...
Clang Dong...
Clang clang dong, clang dong, clang dong dong dong...
At this moment, a deafening and trembling sound of war drums came from the sky.
A huge crane, hanging a giant war drum with a drumhead over two meters long, slowly descended from the sky.
Above the war drum, Pan Yinian held onto the steel rope and stood in mid-air.
Around the war drum, four people wearing red battle robes, with their chests exposed, waved drumsticks as thick as their arms and hit the drum surface, causing bursts of heart-pounding roars.
Beneath the war drums, everyone looked up, inexplicably shocked, with an indescribable sense of heroism and magnanimity welling up in their hearts.
"This is Gao Zheng's war drum, the best war drum in the world!"
Ma Xiaotian, who was standing at the front, clenched his fists excitedly, and the people around him looked curious.
But before they could see the war drums clearly, bursts of booming gongs and drums could be heard from the beginning and end of Fallen Street.
On the street, twelve lions of different colors were shaking their heads and tails.
Amid the sound of gongs and drums, we march forward with resounding steps towards the new network.
At the end of the street, more than a hundred native residents of the fallen street were holding torches.
Two giant yellow dragons meandered towards the new network.
After about three minutes, the dragon and lion dance teams gathered in front of the new student network entrance, circling the heart-stirring Gaozheng war drums. The dragon and lion danced together, and the war drums roared...
"The NTU Lion Dance Team congratulates the Newcomer Network Twelve Alliance on their grand relaunch!"
"The Wang family of Xiangyang Street congratulates the New Network Twelve Alliance on their grand relaunch!"
"The Franchise Committee congratulates the New Network Twelve Alliance on their grand relaunch!"
Wow…
Along with the congratulations of the crowd, the huge blood-red curtain fell down, and the "brand new" Hui-style building reappeared in front of everyone.
On the new network sign, the space that was originally empty was replaced by a 3D relief of Sun Wukong.
A somersault cloud stretched out from under the Wukong's feet, spreading all the way through the classic tea and reaching the entrance of Xiaoyao Restaurant.
Classic tea drinks, the storefront has expanded more than twice its size, with an integrated open operation room, stylish and elegant booths, and a gradient style that combines ancient and modern styles. The grade and style are directly raised to the limit. The originally petty-bourgeois Qiufengyuan Wanwan milk tea was instantly compared to a pheasant rolling in the mud.
Xiaoyao Restaurant has undergone the least renovation, with only two stone lions placed at the door.
But this small change became the finishing touch.
The Hui-style buildings, which were already eye-catching, suddenly had a sense of heaviness that spanned time and space.
Xiaoyao Restaurant has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
A classic tea drink, transformed.
New network, Chinese science fiction,
This one move alone was enough to crush Baligon's Transformers base into slag.
Snapped!
As all the lights came on, this small Hui-style building instantly illuminated the darkness of Fallen Street, like a beacon standing tall in a storm, tearing through the night and illuminating the way forward...
Beautiful, awesome, exciting!!!
So exciting, so inspiring.
Pan Yinian, holding the steel wire rope and standing in the air, swept his narrow eyes over the crowd below, looked at Baligang and others in the Overlord Network window, and put the microphone to his lips.
"Is this restart exciting?"
The crowd below, "Great!"
Pan Yinian, "Can this reboot crush the Overlord Network?"
The crowd below, “Yes!”
Pan Yinian, "Is this restart overbearing?"
The crowd below, "Bully!"
Pan Yinian, "Tell me, who is the real overlord???"
The crowd below, "New students! New students!! New students!!!"
The deafening shouts were like a loud slap in the face of Baligang and Liu Yiyi.
Pan Yinian looked at the ugly faces of Baligang and others, raised his right hand and clenched his fist.
The crowd below fell silent instantly...