A thunder catastrophe caused Lin Xiaoxiao, a modern gold medal emotional blogger, to exchange souls with Ling Shuang Sword Master, the decisive ancestor of the Xuantian Sect in the world of cultivation.
As a result, the world of cultivation exploded.
Facing the pressure of the demonic army, Lin Xiaoxiao, who was carrying the shell of the Lingshuang Sword Master, cleared his throat and set up a loudspeaker array in front of the formation: "Soldiers on the opposite side, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet! Let us put aside our positions and deeply discuss your inner wounds and demands..."
A bolt of sword energy came towards her, but she dodged it nimbly and said sadly: "Look! This is a typical emotional catharsis attack! Fellow Taoist, you are very aggressive, but you must be lonely inside, right?"
The demons and immortals in the audience fell into a daze at the same time.
At the same time, in a live broadcast room on Earth.
Lingshuang Sword Master, who was wearing Lin Xiaoxiao's shell, looked at the online audience on the screen with a cold face, crying that "the Taoist companion ran away with someone".
He was silent for three seconds and said coldly: "If the Taoist heart is unstable, just kill him. Send me the coordinates. I... I will help you clean up the door now."
The live broadcast room was filled with excitement. Brother No. 1 On the list blasted rockets like crazy: "Anchor! My Taoist companion didn't run away, but my boss is not a human being! I've sent you the coordinates. I beg the anchor Yujian to fly around his office window twice!"
Lingshuang Sword Master: "..."
When the two finally found a communication channel, Lin Xiaoxiao's jade slips received deadly questions from another world every day:
"If someone slanders me, bullies me, or insults me, which article of the Criminal Law should I be dealt with? Waiting online, urgent."
