Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 28
The moment Yan Qiao broke the barrier, the Xuan Society located the man.

At this time, the man was lying on the ground with blood lines gradually appearing on his white face, like reptiles swimming on the skin.

Yan Qiao looked down at him, seeing those eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"You won't win," he said with difficulty, "Someone will avenge me, and the Mysterious Society will eventually fall!"

"Speaking harshly is the self-consolation of losers, such as you." She caressed her red sleeves, "If you take the abilities that don't belong to you, you won't be able to use them."

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and Mr. Pu's vicissitudes old face appeared in the live broadcast room.

He saw the virtual projection in the room at a glance, and Yan Qiao in it who was smiling slightly.

Yan Qiao turned her head slowly, with a bit of surprise in her eyes, she walked towards Old Pu and put her hand on his shoulder, and frowned slightly, "Take it away, I'm sorry."

She withdrew her hand, showing a bit of freehand and casual attitude, but she was very polite when facing Mr. Pu.

Pu Lao subconsciously wanted to caress, but Yan Qiao stopped him abruptly, "It doesn't have to be like this."

She was only in her 20s when she was young and became famous until she crossed the catastrophe, she really can't afford this worship.

Looking at Pu Laoyan, Qiao sighed softly. At his age, in their world, Pu Lao had already ascended to existence, but he was suppressed so severely here.

"There are some things in him, Xuan Society can study it." She turned her eyebrows lightly, "Maybe you will find some special things."

#Come on, let's send a song of tears behind bars to the man on the ground!

The little elf woke up when he came out of the alien space. When he saw what the barrage said, his eyes lit up and he pulled out the song from his system space.

So, Pu Lao hadn't recovered from the previous game, but was blinded by the sudden appearance of tears behind bars in the live broadcast room.

He subconsciously looked into the live broadcast room, and saw a certain fat cat playing a disco.

Yan Qiao's eyes were fixed, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the fat cat's neck and hugged it in her arms, "The cat at home is a little naughty."

"It's very suitable for the occasion, very suitable for the occasion," Mr. Pu climbed up the pole with one characteristic.

When I saw that Yan Qiao didn't show that kind of music, I immediately judged that she was a strong and talkative big shot, and she was sincerely metaphysic, and the good feelings she already had were almost overflowing.

Seeing the smile on Mr. Pu's old face, Yan Qiao sighed again in his heart, and had a deeper understanding of the decline of metaphysics in this world.

"I'll leave the rest to you guys. I'll go first." After saying that, Yan Qiao disappeared into the room.

And the family outside the house was protected by little monks from the Metaphysics Society, and one of the female monks tried her best to comfort the mother.

Yan Qiao's voice came from the slow wind, "There is nothing wrong with seeking children, don't take it to heart, if you really can't let it go, just do good deeds."

The words rolled up by the wind fell into the mother's ears, and her sad eyes suddenly burst into light, "Thank you, Brother Yan!"

#Welcome Jojo triumphant return!

When the fireworks appeared in the live broadcast room, Yan Qiao relaxed his posture, "Thank you, obviously it wasn't you who sent the fireworks."

#Jojo boss!There is another hexagram today!
"It seems that your adaptability has become stronger." The corners of her mouth rose.

#That is, who made my fans different anchors!

#hard core anchor still has to watch our Jojo!
Far away in a courtyard house in U City, the woman spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth casually, her forehead was covered with scales, "It failed."

She slowly got up and wrapped the clothes around her body tightly, and countless black scales appeared in her hands, "Go, let me see where those old things from the Mystery Society got their strong men."

The wind-blown courtyard door rattled, her tone was drowned in the sound of the wind, and the thrown ink-colored scales flew out of the courtyard door, like dandelions wandering around and taking root. It is conceivable that there will be another bloody storm in the near future.

A young man in a dark red windbreaker from Qilin Division walked into the dark cell, pulled up a chair and sat down, the dim light could only vaguely see the delicate jawline and tightly pursed thin lips.

With the eyes of the imprisoned man slowly looking up, he saw a clear and elegant face.

The dark red windbreaker was worn on him, like a white lotus stained with blood, forming a thick color in the clear color.

"Chief Qilin, Fu Yong," the man's lips trembled, fear appeared in his eyes.

Fu Yong chuckled, "Have you heard of me?"

"You don't want to know anything." He said and closed his eyes.

Fu Yong smiled playfully, "Really?"

He got up and came in front of the man, "I'm least afraid of tough bones."

The shadow fell on him, and a thin blade appeared in his hand.

With a scream, the people guarding the outside of Qilin Division looked at each other, and immediately stood obediently.

The door opened, and there was a scale on Fu Yong's blade, "Keep an eye on him, I'll go to the Mystery Society."

In the live broadcast room, Yan Qiao also drew the last hexagram, and a boy appeared on the opposite side of the video call.

Yan Qiao's complexion changed instantly, "Get out of where you are immediately! Run forward!"

The boy was taken aback, and subconsciously ran forward following Yan Qiao's words.

#啊啊啊啊There is something behind him!

Apparently, the boy also noticed it, and clearly saw the figure behind him through the virtual projection.

It was a man holding a scimitar, and his whole body was wrapped in black clothes. There was a stabbing sound from the knife on the ground. The boy was running desperately, but the sound seemed to be close at hand.

Hearing Yan Qiao's reminder, the man was not afraid. Instead, he raised his head and grinned, his hoarse voice was a bit strange, "Are you asking for help? You can't escape."

From the degree of shaking in the live broadcast room, it can be seen how fast the boy was running. Suddenly, the boy staggered and threw himself on the ground, "Ahhhhh!"

Just when the knife was about to slash at the boy, everything seemed to be in slow motion, Yan Qiao appeared slowly, she stretched out her hand to catch the falling knife, and the knife was dissolved and dissipated in the shiny polish.

#Scared to deathI almost thought that a tragedy was about to happen.

#I am so scared that I dare not breathe!
The boy behind him lay limply on the ground, and the sound of his violent breathing was like a leaking bellows, which was heard by everyone in the live broadcast room.

The man raised his head and suddenly disappeared in place. Yan Qiao's pupils shrank slightly, and everyone in the live broadcast was also stunned.

#No, which monster is this again?

Yan Qiao looked around. After the man disappeared just now, the street suddenly returned to bustle, and the noise gradually emerged, as if they were in a separate small space just now.

"Have you offended anyone recently?" Yan Qiao bent down to pick up a paper figurine that fell on the ground.

"Ah?" The boy was obviously taken aback, "No!" He was so frightened that he stuttered.

(End of this chapter)