Volume 1 Chapter 68: Boyfriend?

She had no idea how she had ended up on Qing Youyou's channel earlier, and now how had she found her way into this copycat's livestream?

Zhou Jiu'er felt a flutter of panic in her chest.

Visiting Qing Youyou merely suggested that their major benefactor had developed a taste for something different, but landing in a copycat's stream—did that imply the copycat actually possessed some genuine skill?

Suspending her vacation, Zhou Jiu'er hurriedly dialed her assistant, Qinqin: "How are the streaming metrics for our channel lately? Compared to before, has there been any decline?"

Assuming Zhou Jiu'er was asking about the link to Pei Pei's livestream she had shared earlier, Qinqin replied, "The numbers are fine, but we can't let our guard down either. My current suggestion is for you to host a few more live sessions, and then give..."

Seeing that Changsun Xiu, dressed in soiled garments, looked thoroughly uncomfortable, Wang Xingxing asked Huajiao and Hujiao to take her to the back courtyard to cool off and rest, while he remained outside the estate gates waiting for Wang Xi to return.

The core region of Broken Sword Cliff was entirely surrounded by majestic mountain ranges formed from boundary-wall stones. Lawstorms swept through, carving countless rule traces and leaving behind numerous Dao patterns. These lawstorms were exceptionally bizarre; channeling their power through the Dao marks along these patterns, their destructive force rivaled true Daoist divine abilities.

Sakada, the samurai, sheathed his sword back at his waist and stepped back a couple of paces, his expression frozen into an unchanging pair of deadpan eyes.

"Hahaha... I trust you wouldn't do such a thing. On the contrary, you're probably somewhat looking forward to being treated this way." He continued with a wicked smile.

After Erza replied, Murong Chen paid her no further mind. Instead, he turned back and cast Winds of Healing on both Shou and Simon, instantly reducing their critical injuries to mild ones, before turning his gaze toward Dotted Dove, who had been staring at him wide-eyed and in absolute disbelief.

Naturally, Xia Yenuo wouldn't be foolish enough to let Hao Xin off just like that; he quickly reached out and naturally took her hand. Then, he trapped her within his embrace, his deep, profound eyes gazing straight into hers until Hao Xin's heart suddenly began to pound violently, racing at least a hundred and forty beats a minute.

Seeing Li Yang's brow furrow slightly, Ye Jingming flipped his hand to reveal a compass-shaped Dharma artifact. Forming a hand seal with one hand, he channeled a beam of black light into it, causing the artifact to glow and coalesce into a ray of light pointing toward a specific direction.

The biting chill on his skin made Hao Meng eager to change into dry clothes immediately, but there was no way he was going to let anyone watch him change. Therefore, he nodded obediently, knowing that was the only way to secure the best possible outcome.

"Indeed! General He must be too busy to think straight. I hear the Jiang family is already making preparations for a funeral, yet here he is bringing up an unconscious man in the main hall—is the General trying to deceive the Emperor?" Zhao Zhong, Zhang Rang's habitual echo, chimed in smoothly right on cue.

Almost in an instant, the Seven Elders appeared high above the Sky City, watching as a solitary figure approached rapidly from afar. The sheer oppressive aura rolled in like a tsunami unleashing a thousand towering waves, causing the space itself to tremble violently.

Immediately afterward, a pillar of blood-red fire erupted from the deep crater, shooting straight up into the high heavens to connect with the mass of black clouds above. Viewed from a distance, it looked precisely like a colossal black pillar erected between the earth and the sky.

[Whatever the case may be, she is certainly no ordinary person. Interpreting her as the reincarnation of Xihe is entirely reasonable.]

Feeling utterly bewildered, I turned my head only to find Ran Sui and Jing Yimu both sizing me up with looks full of unspoken thoughts.

Yet what on earth could have happened to prompt the God of Abundance to visit the Tang family estate in person, especially when even the Ancestor didn't even bother to show up?

Looking at Lin Xian'er's utterly perplexed expression, Lin Hong suddenly recalled the snake-tailed rat he had seen when he was hanging from the tree, and the black mist that had seeped into his body. Yet why was he completely fine now?

"What do you mean 'seems like'? It clearly is!" I shot him an indignant, side-long glance. The man was as dense as a piece of wood; something so obvious that even a blind person could see it still only "seemed like" something to him.

This person had actually been tailing Wang Yang the entire time as an agent of Shadow Capital, though through some unknown secret arts, Wang Yang had remained completely oblivious throughout the journey.

The waiter brought over three more plates of dumplings. Kazutoshi Kazuma judged that at least two and a half plates of them would end up in Shimizu Yusa's stomach by the end of the meal.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a full few minutes, his mind finally grew a bit clearer and his body gradually recovered, losing that overwhelming fatigue at last—enough, at least, to get up and relieve himself.

Feng Changqing, the Anxi Protector-General who was paired with Gao Xianji as the empire's twin pillars, was right in the middle of this procession.

Though the commander of the main regiment had the backing of a god of wealth, Kong Jie and Wu Cheng did not. Coupled with the fact that they had deployed forces on both flanks to intercept reinforcements, the two strictly adhered to fire discipline, gathering up every single spent cartridge casing they could.

Even if the Eighth Route Army deployed massive forces to encircle them, Lieutenant Colonel Beijing was a veteran battalion commander with extensive combat experience. The moment he sensed danger, he would inevitably seek out a suitable defensive position to hold out and wait for reinforcements.

He exuded a faint floral fragrance that made the surrounding air feel fresh and pleasant. He also wore an exquisite crystal necklace adorned with a shimmering gemstone that twinkled brilliantly like a star.

As the car pulled away, Song Xuxu finally snapped back to reality. Just as she reached to unbuckle her seatbelt, Gu Yan drove with one hand while using the other to grip her hands in a tight, unyielding grasp.

"Aunt, Dengzhou is peaceful now; I should return to the manor. Who knows what state the household will be in without me there?" After staying at the Li residence for a few days, Lü Xiang'er felt she could no longer linger. It wasn't that she couldn't get used to the Li household, but rather that the Li household lacked the "presence" of Huo Qingsong.

Meanwhile, the plan for the southward expedition remained strictly classified, secretly prepared by the empire with very few people in the know.

"Xiang'er, why are you holding me back? I'm going to go tear down that shed." A sharp, bone-chilling coldness flashed in Zhaoxia's eyes.

"Thank you all three for your hard work playing mahjong. I'm just about to suggest to the municipal committee that you be awarded model worker medals," Qinqin said with a sarcastic edge, his expression chillingly grim.