Chapter 449: You are not fighting alone, and I am there!

The villa where Hu Yibao is located has fifteen rooms, so Beautiful Country provides fifteen live broadcast rooms.

Each live broadcast room is live broadcast one room.

At the same time, the walls of each live broadcast room are densely filled with brush calligraphy.

Every word is so strong and beautiful.

The whole world was shocked.

In the live broadcast room provided by Beautiful Country, in the barrage, languages ​​and characters from all over the world are communicating.

"What's this?"

"Huaxia's brush calligraphy?"

"Although I don't know calligraphy, every word looks extremely shocking."

"My God, is this the Book Saint alive?"

"Are these words written by Mr. Hu Yibao?"

Soon, some Chinese people or people who know Chinese characters began to pay attention to what Hu Yibao wrote on the wall.

"[Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves], what a beautiful and shocking poem! I am afraid it also represents Mr. Hu Yibao. When he chose to fight against the entire Dufeng family alone, he had already expected the situation at this time."

"[Since the goal is the horizon, all I have left to the world is my back. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is expected], these two sentences have made me directly break my defense. Because I love life, I am fearless!"

"[Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply!], ahhhhhh!! It's hard to imagine that Brother Bao was able to write this passionate and spirit of giving up everything and fighting. Brother Bao, you are not alone, and we are also! The whole of China is your trump card!"

"[The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light], this is a sentence that Brother Bao once wrote, and now, he is also using his own practical actions to prove this sentence silently. He knows the existence behind PFoa, and knows what harm the PFoa will cause in the beautiful country, but he still chooses to find light in the darkness and desperately."

"Everyone, go and write."

Five o'clock in the morning.

It was dark.

In the villa's guest room, Hu Yibao didn't sleep all night, but there was no depressed look in his eyes, but instead he was filled with unconcealed light.

The brush in my hand is like a god's help, and the pen is like a dragon and snake, writing vigorous and arrogant Chinese characters on the wall.

He had been writing for a night, but Hu Yibao didn't know why, and he became more and more energetic as he wrote.

Perhaps it was the grief and anger in his heart that turned into strength in his blood, supporting everything he did.

At the same time, a camera in the room was aiming at him for shooting, and the content appeared in the live broadcast room No. 13 provided by Piaoliangguo.

At this time, the number of people online has exceeded 100 million, and the number is still accumulating.

In the barrage, the words of various countries are communicating with each other.

"What is Hu Yibao doing?"

"I heard before that what Hu Yibao wrote on the wall is modern poetry, and each poem is full of indomitable and fighting in despair!"

"Real or fake? Hu Yibao is so talented? Could it be that what he writes now, or modern poetry, I have never seen such a long one."

"Not before, but now."

"Shock! So shocking! There are actually poetry that can fill such shocking power!"

"Hu Yibao is now like a fighter, fearless and brave enough to move forward."

"I don't understand Chinese. Can anyone translate it?"

During the exchange of texts from various countries, a line of blood-red English fonts soon appeared, floating by the screen.

The blood-red text is indeed very attractive.

But what is more attractive is the content of the text.

[In the vast sea, the strong wind swept with dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the swallows are flying proudly like black lightning]

【A moment, its wings hit the waves, and then it rushed straight towards the dark clouds like arrows, and it shouted...】

【…】

[The stupid penguin hides its fat body timidly under the cliff... Only the arrogant swallow, bravely and freely, flies in the foaming sea!]

[The dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing straight towards the sea, while the waves sing and rushing into the sky to meet the thunder.]

Lines of text bring the impact.

It seems like I saw a sea swallow, in the storm, not afraid of everything. Even though I know that my body will be destroyed, I will raise my body and rush towards the brightest and most powerful thunder and lightning at the moment when the thunder is most violent, under the music of the thunder that resounds through the world.

He wanted to use his body to smash the thunder in the storm!

What he is talking about is Haiyan, isn’t he talking about the current Hu Yibao. His current actions are just to rise up with his weak body, even if he dies without life, he will not take a step back.

This moment.

Hu Yibao, holding a brush, raised his head and stood in front of the wall full of brush words, instantly became taller in the minds of hundreds of millions of people.

He is no longer alone.

But a spiritual god!

"You are not fighting alone! And me!"

I don’t know who it is, but suddenly I wrote a sentence in English.

As the screen gradually became full of people.

"You are not fighting alone! And me!"

"You are not fighting alone! And me!"

"You are not fighting alone! And me!"

...

Hundreds of millions of people are browsing the same barrage.

No matter what country or race they are, at this moment, their hearts are already closely linked by Hu Yibao.

Outside the official building of beautiful country.

Millions of people sitting quietly gradually stood up one by one.

They raised their heads, held hands, and walked towards the official building step by step.

Facing the steel building that was almost towering into the sky, they were like Haiyans who were trying to sacrifice themselves to defeat the dark thunder, and walked towards the official personnel with live ammunition.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The rumbling footsteps turned into shouts that hit the heart, echoing above the official building.

Even though they were unarmed, even if they were flesh and blood, even if they were walking slowly, the fearlessness and firmness displayed in their faces made tens of thousands of beautiful national officials with live ammunition tremble slightly.

They have never seen such a strong-minded crowd.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Hu Yibao's figure standing in front of the wall suddenly shook for a moment. He turned around and left the guest room, came to the master bedroom, and entered the master bedroom bathroom.

After coming out, thirteen pages were missing from the "Disaster Book".
Chapter completed!