Chapter 1939: Your Head Is Gone

I became emperor and Golden Finger came. Chapter 1939: Your head is gone.

The wind and snow were very strong, and snow was falling everywhere in the world. It only fell for a while, and then a thick layer accumulated.

If you step on it, half of you will sink into the snow.

This is an unprecedented natural disaster in the post-civilization era.

The continuous heavy snowfall is like entering a world of ice. People are not prepared in any way. Even if they are prepared, ordinary means of keeping out the cold are of no use.

There is a slight amount of supernatural power contained in such snow.

If someone stands in the sky and looks down at the earth, he can only see a vast expanse of white. There is no second color between heaven and earth.

The land is covered with silver and the ocean is frozen into ice.

Those sea tribes who are active on land have already returned to the ocean in advance, fearing that an accident will happen and they will not be able to go back.

After all, the ocean is their home.

This time the heaven and earth changed, the changes were too drastic, far more than the last time, affecting everyone and every beast.

Heavy snowstorm! Heavy snowstorm!

The second mutation of the earth has begun, and it has reached its most intense moment.

On Wuyi Mountain, Chu Zhiyuan looked at the vast white land and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's such a different scenery."

"Twenty-two years ago, how could we have imagined that such a day would come." Wang Jing also suppressed her dissatisfaction with Chu Feng and focused on the scene in front of her.

"The future will be more splendid." Not far away, Yaoyao patted the head of the snowman he had built while talking to Chu Zhiyuan and the others.

The snowman she built was very ugly, with a very big body and a very small head, and her facial features were specially outlined.

Snow is still falling in the sky, and Yaoyao's hair and eyebrows are covered with snowflakes.

Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at the snowman she had built, and suddenly punched the snowman and blew it up.

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"Well, we're not kids anymore after all." Yaoyao shook her head and walked to Meng Chuan and the others, "I used to have a lot of fun making snowmen when it snowed. I think that's one of the most interesting things."

"It's not that fun now after all."

"The fun of building a snowman is always the same, it's constant, it's just you that changes."

Meng Chuan clapped his hands, knocked the snow off his hands, and looked at the three snowmen in front of him.

"Xiao Fengzi? Who are the other two?" Yaoyao asked.

Of the three snowmen that Meng Chuan had built, one of them probably looked like Chu Feng.

The other one was a faceless man, but he held a clay pot in his hand and placed it above his mouth.

The third one is holding a three-legged cauldron in his hand. There are some ingredients made of snowflakes in the cauldron.

"The other two are the ultimate in the world." Meng Chuan said with a deep expression.

"What is this for?" Yaoyao took down the clay pot that Meng Chuan said was one of the ultimate things in the world.

The ultimate in the world, lost his weapon.

"Origin treasure." Meng Chuan answered Yaoyao's question seriously.

"What a shame." Yaoyao put the clay pot back into the snowman's hand.

"It's so cold. How could it snow so much?"

Someone climbed to the top of the mountain and kept shouting.

It's Chu Feng.

Lin Nuoyi's five daughters also appeared and came to Meng Chuan and the others.

Chu Feng and the others had completed their thirteenth evolution mission. After returning to Earth, they saw heavy snowfall on the Earth, and then the six of them ran to Wuyi Mountain.

"Mom and Dad, you are out of isolation." Chu Feng greeted his parents with a smile.

Wang Jing was in a good mood after enjoying the snow, but when she saw Chu Feng appear, she became bad again.

Especially after looking at the five girls standing next to Chu Feng, each with their own merits, he became even more angry.

"Don't call me mom, I'm not your mother, and you're not my son." Wang Jing's face was colder than snow.

Chu Feng felt something and looked at Chu Zhiyuan, hoping to get some help.

But Chu Zhiyuan kept looking into the distance, seemingly concentrating on admiring the snow, and didn't even notice that his son was coming.

"How can I? I'm not your son, who else could I be?" Chu Feng ran to Wang Jing's side and made a dog-legged pose.

"Even if my dad is no longer my dad, you will always be my mom."

When Chu Zhiyuan heard this, he glanced sideways at Chu Feng.

What do you mean I am not your father?

You little brat are so filial.

But what Chu Feng said was indeed correct. Assuming some extreme circumstances occurred, Chu Feng must be Wang Jing's biological son.

He may not have the blood of the old Chu family in his body, but he must be Wang Jing's biological child.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis, and this is certainly not the case.

Chu Feng humbled himself in front of Wang Jing and tried to persuade Wang Jing to look better.

"The changes in the world are really great." Chu Feng looked into the distance and said:

"We just practiced in seclusion for a period of time. When we came out, it was like we were on a different planet."

Before the retreat, it was snowing in places, but mostly normal.

After the retreat, everything was snowing and there was no normal place.

Chu Feng and the others saw a lot on the way from Longhu Mountain to Wuyi Mountain. They could see the whole thing at a glance, and one could imagine what the world was like.

"I don't know how far the earth will recover after this sudden change in the world, and what the situation will be like."

"Global evolution is not far away." Yaoyao answered Chu Feng's question.

At this time, Chu Feng thought of something, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Many people cannot bear such heavy snowstorms and drastic climate changes."

"A large part of the creatures on earth will die in this snowstorm."

Not one or two, but hundreds of millions or more than a billion.

"Don't worry, your godfather has already intervened. No one will freeze to death due to the extreme cold." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Chu Feng looked at Meng Chuan, and the solemnity on his face disappeared, "Dad, did you really take action?"

Meng Chuan nodded. He couldn't just sit back and watch creatures die on a large scale due to the extreme cold.

It would be really miserable to be frozen to death.

"That's okay, that's okay." Chu Feng had a smile on his face.

Chu Feng is not the Holy Mother, but when faced with such a thing, he really can't remain indifferent.

If no one intervenes and the wind and snow accumulate, climate change will lead to mass deaths of living creatures.

Hundreds of millions, more than a billion, that is not just a simple number, but represents the passing of vivid lives.

Babies, children, teenagers, young people, middle-aged people, and the elderly were all frozen to death during the torture, and no one could remain calm.

"Snapped!"

At this time, a snowball whizzed past and then hit Chu Feng in the face, knocking Chu Feng unconscious.

Chu Feng wiped the snow from his face and looked at the person who attacked him. It was Yaoyao.

Yaoyao had a smile on her face and a snowball in her hand.

"Xiao Fengzi, you can't react well, your practice is in vain."

Chu Feng was furious. When he saw a round thing next to him, he picked it up and threw it at Yaoyao.

Yaoyao dodged away, but laughed forward and backward.

"Chu Feng, you've lost your head." Xia Qianyu's laughable voice came from the side.

Chu Feng immediately responded, "Your head is gone."

His head is well resting on his body, and he is still talking.

How can a person talk without a head? How to live?

"You really have no head, just look at it if you don't believe it." Lin Nuoyi said, with a smile in her tone.

Chu Feng then looked at the place where he had just taken the snowball and saw the three snowmen. The head of one of the snowmen was no longer there.

"That's your snowman. You threw your head out." Chu Zhiyuan explained.

"..."

"Who built this?" Chu Feng asked.

"I piled it up." Meng Chuan glanced at Chu Feng.

"Get your head back."

Can you tell me about my snowman’s head, that’s all.

I have a head that is still attached to my body.