As the situation spread further, this Weibo gradually climbed to the headlines of hot articles, causing more and more heated discussions. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With 30,000 likes and more than 20,000 replies, it already stands out from the crowd in this kind of topic.

And at this moment, a group of passers-by also poured in, and saw Ding Feng's Weibo, and a small part of them were also directly sprayed.

"I'll go, who do you think you are, this Chinese man died by himself, and you dare to post a topic?"

"Huh! Want to rub the heat, garbage! I also said that I am a writer, and I don't even have a certification! ”

"Southern Newspaper? Hehe, this kind of garbage news, just your northern garbage, are willing to report it, right? ”

"Dogs of the South! If you have the ability, you say it again! ”

"I'll just say! What the hell! The scum of the North! ”

"Okay, okay, the reputation of the south is just blackened by your group of people!"

"Hehe, phew! The North can never be considered a man! Litter! ”

"Yo roar, this is still a literati, dressed in the skin of a literati, a piece of garbage, it definitely makes sense for the French to kill that stupid Chinese, what are you **?"

"! Upstairs idiot! ”

The scolding of these two people gradually caused a burst of restlessness, the situation spread again, and the map cannon gradually began to appear.

Ding Feng looked at the comment, his brows gradually furrowed, but at this time, a private message broke into his eyes.

Click on it and take a look: "Teacher Luzhouyue, you still feel that you have deleted this Weibo, the Chinese people are basically indifferent to these, and if you stand on this position, it is easy to be sprayed without a complete body......"

Indifferent, this stab broke into his eyes, and the people didn't dare to help the old man when he saw him fall, and he liked to watch and join in the fun, sweeping the snow in front of the door, which was already like a brand, hitting everyone's body.

Of course, there are still some people who dare to stand up, but after all, they are in the minority.

And he will look at this person with a stupid gaze on the sidelines.

Ding Feng didn't reply to this private message, but he was silent, sitting there, he always felt that he should do something, for these social moths.

After a long time, he could only sigh, he was just a literati.

A literati with little influence, even if his writing can penetrate into everyone's heart, it is really difficult to change a person, you don't see Lu Xun in your previous life, and you have not been able to change a country in your life.

"That's all I can do......"

Ding Feng sighed, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and his fingers were placed on the keyboard.

Suddenly, a killing intent emanated from his body, and three words appeared on Weibo.

"Seven Killings Poem"!

"All things are born to support people, and the world still complains about the unkindness of the heavens......" Under Ding Feng's fingers, the poem of seven killings soon appeared, which contained a strong murderous aura.

And the moment Ding Feng clicked on uploading, this poem of seven killings appeared in front of everyone.

Asphalt is an angry young man who is also a student, and he likes to read novels and read Weibo on weekdays.

Today, when I logged in to Weibo, I saw this hot article.

After clicking on it, I saw Luzhouyue's Weibo directly.

After reading the entire Weibo, he was instantly angry, not only that, but when he saw the comments below, there was a thick anger in his chest.

"Huh! What's wrong with the people! I don't have that indomitable ambition.

Don't. Are the people really corrupted? Do you have to wait for the muzzle of the gun to be pointed at your forehead before you can wake up? Regretted?

Not necessarily...... Maybe at that time, some people can become lackeys......"

The corners of the asphalt mouth hooked up with disdain, thinking of the Weibo posted by a well-known Internet writer some time ago, and the corners of his mouth instantly outlined a sense of mockery.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone in disappointment, a tone popped up.

"Huh? What has this and Luzhou Month updated? ”

Asphalt was a little puzzled, so he clicked on the push.

"Seven Killings Poem? Is this Luzhou month still a poet? ”

Because in the introduction of Luzhou Yue, he is a science fiction writer, and he naturally knows the identity of Lu Zhouyue, but when he saw this poem of seven killings, he subconsciously thought that he was still a poet.

Looking at the poem of seven killings below, I just saw the first sentence "All things are born to support people, and the world still complains about the unkindness of heaven." ”

His body trembled instantly, and he read it sentence by sentence, but when he saw this sentence, a thick flame burned in his heart instantly.

"The unfaithful can be killed! Unfilial people can be killed! The unkind can be killed! The unrighteous are said to be killed! Rude, unwise, unbelieving, killing, killing, killing! ”

Seven consecutive killing words, that strong killing intent, rushed to his face, and the seed in his heart called Angry Qing sprouted in an instant.

"This poem of seven killings...... What a heavy murderous ......"

Asphalt was instantly shocked there, and the roommates on the side saw Asphalt like this, and all of them came over.

"Asphalt, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, look at this poem......"

"What's so nice about a poem?"

His roommate was unimpressed, took it in his hand, and read it out loud.

However, after reading it sentence by sentence, the original disdain has become a shock.

In particular, the seven consecutive killing words completely pierced their hearts.

And in the same way, some indifferent and cold-eyed bystanders also felt a sense of shame in their hearts, and their faces instantly turned red.

The whole country, people who saw this poem of seven killings, all had different reactions.

Not only that, but with this time, the Seven Killings poem has also been forwarded by many Weibo Vs.

And the Seven Killings poem is also gradual, climbing to the popularity of Weibo.

500, 342, 100, 15...... 10th place...... 5th place...... 1st place!

In just three hours, Seven Kills sat firmly in the first place, and released the news of a star's new song, and pressed it firmly under him!

Under the previous Weibo, many angry young people were ready to be silent, but now they are rioting one by one, and sharp sentences have looted the comment area one by one.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and some trolls were about to refute a few words, but those angry young people who read the Seven Killings poems were like knocking pure medicine, and their combat power soared one by one, and they instantly crushed them, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

However, even Ding Feng himself didn't expect that a poem of seven killings written by himself could have this effect, originally he just wanted to awaken the hearts of some people, but now it seems that the power is somewhat amazing.

But now, Ding Feng didn't care about these anymore, he closed his Weibo, and a smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth.

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