章 297: Chapter 297. This was the living “God of poetry”

As soon as Ning Fei walked out of the valley of death, a large group of reporters swarmed over.

All kinds of microphones were stuffed in front of him.

“Abbey Dean Ning, tell me about the feeling of discovering the Kunlun Heavenly Palace.”

“Is the sentence in the sentence ‘Bones’true?”

“Abbey Dean Ning, the netizens said that you are an immortal. What do you think?”

“Abbey Dean Ning, how can you move so easily at such a high altitude? As far as I know, the air there is very thin.”

“How do you take care of yourself?”

“Some people say that you have hidden your marriage and have children. Is that true?”

All kinds of questions bombarded their faces.

All the reporters tried to find some hot topics and headlines from Ning Fei’s answers.

Some questions, no matter how Ning Fei answered them, would easily be sensationalized by others.

When Ning Fei heard these questions, he felt a little helpless.

He looked at the camera and nodded. Then, he said gently,