Why are people willing to pay a million for a spot in a mysterious livestream room, yet still unable to get one?
Why are all the major platforms powerless to do anything about it?
Why is everyone in the livestream room screaming and spamming "666" like crazy?
Is it a distortion of human nature, or a collapse of morality?
Tomorrow night, you'll witness ninjutsu from Naruto clash with superpowered fighters.
As soon as Young Master Bai finishes speaking, the livestream room erupts with ghostly wails.
"Nooo! We want to rest! We don't want to watch!"
Yesterday, Rubber Hand teased a sweet, adorable girl.
The day before, they watched Zanpakuto clash with little monsters.
The day before that, it was Transformers battling a two-headed demon ape.
On Monday, they shouted "Pegasus Meteor Fist!"
On Tuesday, they ate mysterious spinach.
On Wednesday, they transformed into white-haired fox demons.
On Thursday, they raised a Dragon-Slaying Sword.
On Friday, they changed into red samurai armor.
On Saturday, seven scars appeared on their chests.
On Sunday, Young Master Bai clamored to gather all seven orbs...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Thank you to all readers who sent flowers, comments, and monthly votes. Thank you for supporting Mu Di. In order for everyone to feel comfortable reading, I won't thank you one by one, but I would like to bow here. As long as I have time, I will try to update this book as much as possible and try my best to write it well. Thank you.
The sofa is the first, hey hey come on author I will keep it first, just one is too few