Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    "Meeting so many people these days, I know what people are most curious about."

    Mu Xing said: "The day I woke up for the first time, I met a man who took pleasure in shooting souls. He was an anchor with a large number of fans."

    [Shooting souls? Isn't this kind of equipment banned from private sale and use long ago? 】

    [There is always someone who will take advantage of it. 】

    "I was awake for some time, and I also talked to professional researchers. They asked me to tell you some reality."

    What he said to Yu Lao and the others, he said it again to all the audience on Xingwang.

    Tell them that the soul is not formed by accident, and it is not a good thing for the soul to remain after death.

    This statement is obviously completely different from what everyone guessed before.

    [My God, so, those who can maintain their soul form after death are actually poor people? 】

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    【What about you, little boy? Did you experience any pain too? 】

    Someone asked him.

    Mu Xing replied with a smile: "Yes, I was deceived, and I died with great unwillingness. But now I have come out, so I can be sane and Communicate with everyone."

    "If you have any questions about the deceased, I know, and you can share them with you."

    The audience was dumbfounded, looking at the gentle and beautiful young man in front of him.

    He said, only those with great pain and unwillingness before death can keep their obsessions and souls alive after death.

    He said he experienced that pain too.

    But his expression is so calm now, his smile does not touch the slightest haze, and he can't tell that anything bad has happened to him.

    Many people's hearts suddenly became heavy.

    At this time, they didn't know that Mu Xing came out of his obsession and would disappear soon.

    Seeing that the atmosphere was a little heavy, Qu Shao quickly led the topic: "So the young master wants to tell us not to blaspheme the dead at will, right?"

    Mu Xing nodded: "Life is worthy of respect, and it is not advisable to use the dead as entertainment. This is not an exhortation, but a warning. If you take pleasure in the dead, you naturally bear a cause and effect. When the time is right, the cause and effect will be repaid."

    He spoke vaguely, but for some reason, a small group of people shivered inexplicably.

    Is it just intentional to say it so scary? they thought.

    The vast majority of the audience listened.

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    【Then can we help them? 】

    [It's too pitiful to think about. 】

    Mu Xing looked at these warm speeches and said warmly: "I have cooperated with the relevant departments, I believe that in the future I will think of more ways to help those souls."

    “…”

    Xiang Feicheng is also watching the live broadcast at home.

    His father was also there. Seeing this Mu Xing, his father asked in amazement: "This is the one our ancestors knew, the prince more than two thousand years ago?"

    He looked at Xiang Feicheng a little excitedly: "This is an antique, he is a prince! Do you think he will know anything like a treasure map, it is for the sake of our friendship Come on, leave some baby for us?"

    Contrary: "…"

    He carefully recalled Mu Xing's attitude towards him, and felt that the relationship between his ancestors and this "friend" was probably very plastic.

    After all, Mu Xing didn't seem to take special care of him, but rather disgusted him.

    He was thinking about it, and Mu Xing came to his house unexpectedly.

    Accurately speaking, the cue came to his ancestor.

    It seems that some audience asked related questions, and the teenager in the virtual screen frowned, the solemn expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of disgust.

    "Xiang Fangting, my best friend? Fake!" Mu Xing didn't want to start talking nonsense.

    It was more than 2,000 years ago, and it was impossible for anyone to confront him.

    Mu Xing nonsense: "I don't even know how this statement came out. I know the name Xiangfangting, but we are not familiar with it at all."

    "He's not very popular with the nobles either. He's talented, but he works hard, is obsessed with power, and is lustful..."

     Mu Xing relied on no one to know the truth, and on the basis of his good looks and tenderness, he spared no effort to discredit him: "My father and mother will not let me play with him."

    [? ? ? I just found a few ancient sayings during the day, and the cp who just entered the pit just be? 】

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    【Who is Xiang Fangting? I haven't heard of it, but when I heard the young master today, I knew that he was not a good person. 】

      The original, the original, the county annals said are all false? 】

    Mu Xing just saw this sentence, and smeared very carefully: "The county annals are written all over the country. The records on this kind of thing are generally only memorized, and they are very exaggerated."

    [Harm, I guessed it. 】

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    Mu Xing watched the comment area swipe quickly with satisfaction. Now, no one will associate Xiang Fangting and Young Master Yu again, right?

    Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, half-covered his face with his sleeves, and yawned.

    Drowsiness made his cheeks blush, and even a tear was forced out of the corner of his eyes.

     Audience: !

    [Screenshot! The cub is so pretty! 】

    【Are you sleepy? Is the soul also sleepy? 】

    I only saw Mu Xing who seemed to be stunned for a while, and then said to Qu Shao: "I'm a little sleepy, I'll be here for the time being today, goodbye everyone."

    Qu Shao and the audience didn't even have time to react, and the place where he just sat was empty.

    No one could see how Mu Xing disappeared, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air.

    No matter how excited the audience was, Mu Xing didn't care.

    He returned to the old house.

    The body is still very sleepy, accompanied by a feeling of fatigue.

    It turns out that this is the feeling before the obsession with clearing the soul is about to dissipate. It's like being sick and getting weaker and weaker.

    Mu Xing yawned, found his bed, and lay down slowly.

    Cheng Fei stayed in the room blankly.

    After watching the live broadcast, he always felt that something was wrong.

    The little son and the ancestor were not friends at all?

    He was thinking about using this relationship to get close to the young master.

    No wonder the little boy suddenly had a bad attitude towards himself.

    There was a knock on the door of the room. Unlike Cheng, who thought it was a family member, he casually said, "Come in."

    People outside the door didn't seem to hear it and were still knocking. Xiangfei Cheng replied again, and the door was still knocking.

    He frowned and stood up and opened the door: "I said, come in directly, keep knocking for something—"

    His unfinished words choked in his throat.

    Darkness invades.