Chapter 867

"Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen, this is your loyal Fatty's exclusive private concert. Now, let's welcome my two friends.

'Furei Haku' and 'Muscle Buddha' would like to say hello to everyone. I'm very touched that they can come to my farewell concert. I'm really touched. "

Fatso, who had one hand clenched into a microphone, lowered his head and wiped his tears. The tears did not seem fake, because when he looked back, he could see that the sandalwood incense was already four-fifths burned.

The three of them did not intend to fight. They planned to wait and see. As for whether the broadcast would choose to die with Lord Zeng, or Da Bai, or all of them GG, it was up to them. Since the broadcast had even made such a simple and shameless mission rule, the only thing they could do was to express their dissatisfaction in this way and treat it negatively.

"My dear audience, I'm going to sing 'Cold' for you, because we're going to die soon."

Fatso began to sing affectionately.

On the other side, Su Bai and Lord Zeng sat back to back. Lord Zeng even applauded and warmed up the atmosphere for Fatso. On the other hand, the densely packed Qin soldiers on the stands were still standing there stiffly, swaying like wheat fields blown by the autumn wind. They were very neat, but at the same time, there was a murderous atmosphere.

Su Bai puffed out a smoke ring. When Fatso sang "The cold will of heaven is full of flowers, falling into the mortal world hurts me," he was obviously out of tune, but Fatso still roared.

"Pfft …"

Su Bai laughed. He suddenly felt that it was not bad to end things like this. He could still see the funny Fatso before he died. Now that he thought about it, was it too cruel for him to provoke Fatso with the words "black people's crematorium"?

Fatty really couldn't take it anymore. In the end, he just broke his throat, but he still managed to finish the song.

After taking a deep breath, Fatso looked at his friends who were applauding him. He was amused and said, "What else do you want to hear?"

"Itchy," Su Bai answered.

"What?"

"'Itchy.'"

"…" Fatso paused, but he still strained his throat and sang, "Come on, pretentious …"

…

General Qin's armor was intercepted by Chen Ru with a single hand. At this moment, she exuded a feeling of peerless elegance. This was because what she had done was to uphold the will of the broadcast. Perhaps, there should have been a new wave that would have been set off, but she had personally killed it.

The Qin General Armor continued to struggle, launching one attack after another at Chen Ru. However, Chen Ru was a master of slaughter, so there was no need to talk about her own combat strength. No matter how the Qin General Armor struggled, she was able to firmly block it in front of her. She would not allow it to take even half a step forward.

Xun Er, who was standing at the entrance of the small temple, was a little surprised to see this scene. At the same time, she was also a little disappointed. With her strength, she did not even have the qualifications to participate in the game. However, she could see one thing. This powerful woman who could have been on her side did not choose to protect herself at the most crucial moment. Instead, she chose to stand on the opposite side.

Su Bai and the monk went all the way to Shijiazhuang to pick them up. Lord Zeng and Fatso were pulled into the world of the broadcast just as they were about to make a move.

Yes, although the spirit of sports and slogans emphasized "participation", it was only the most hypocritical veil. Many times, some people and some things still had to be decided by the results.

In the distance, Fu Su stood on the spot in despair. He was like a lonely watchman who had been watching for two thousand years. His empire had collapsed, his family had disintegrated, and his father and the millions of Qin Huben under his father had been turned into ashes.

In the distance, Fu Su stood where he was in despair. He was like a lonely watcher who had watched for two thousand years. His empire had collapsed, his family had disintegrated, his father and the millions of Qin Huben under his father had all turned to dust.

In the distance, Fu Su stood on the spot in despair. He was like a lonely watchman who had been watching for two thousand years. His empire had collapsed, his family had disintegrated, and his father and the millions of Qin Huben under his father had been annihilated.

The Qin Empire had collapsed two thousand years ago, and it had failed again in front of the broadcast two thousand years later.

Despair filled Fu Su's heart.

But in contrast to despair, there was actually something called relief.

No matter what, Fu Su felt that he had a clear conscience and his identity as the eldest young master of the Qin Empire. Perhaps, compared to his younger brother, Huhai, who had been cursed for two thousand years, he had left a so-called good name in history.

Everything.

Everything was over.

Everything was over …

Jie Ling was still fighting back in a frenzy, trying to regain control of his body. When Fu Su sensed that the aura of the Qin General Armor was starting to weaken, he decided to leave Jie Ling's body.

A faint blue figure appeared beside Fu Su. Jie Ling's eyes suddenly opened. His crimson eyes were filled with madness and a little disbelief.

Jie Ling knew that Fu Su could have been annihilated with his body, but he chose to keep himself. Although this was a choice Fu Su made in his last moment of despair, at least at this moment, Fu Su had chosen another method, which could be considered as him fulfilling his promise to his boss.

Seeing this, the three Sichuan high ranking members of the audience attacked Fu Su's soul body. Fu Su knelt down. As he knelt, a Wind of Qin rippled in the surroundings, vast and upright!

A terrifying pressure howled over. It did not cause any physical harm, but gave people an indescribable pressure.

An older Chuan Nei expert stretched out his hand to stop his two companions.

"He is making a sacrifice. Let him finish. In any case, no one can snatch it from us. He is only left with his soul body."

There was something this older Sichuan high ranking expert did not say. While Fu Su's soul body had been injured by the three of them, Fu Su who had left his host's body appeared even frailer. Clearly, Fu Su had left most of his soul power to this person called Jie Ling.

This person was really lucky. He had followed a big boss before, and now he had encountered such a good thing.

Jie Ling stood where he was and then sat down cross-legged. He did not choose to attack Chen Ru, the three high ranking audience members, or Fu Su. He just sat there quietly.

Unknowingly, Jie Ling suddenly felt that he was becoming more and more like his boss. Jie Ling did not know if this was a misconception, but many times, when he did things and made choices, he would unconsciously think of his boss.

He was influenced by his company? Or was it because their natures were similar, Jie Ling could not tell.

There were no offerings, no offering tables, and no candlesticks. Fu Su's ceremony was very simple, and even a little shabby. As the heir of the Qin Empire, after two thousand years, he was once again paying tribute to his old country, to his comrades who had died in battle against the powerful existences that had emerged from the darkness.

The three high ranking members of the audience silently watched Fu Su do these things. Maybe, this slight pause was the best they could do.

They still had to be killed, it was just a little later.

The broadcast created the audience and molded their personalities. Then, they were spurred on by the crisis of life and death. If they could choose, if they had a better choice, most of the audience would yearn for the Qin Empire of the past. At least, they were natives of this world, and the Qin Empire had fought for this world's independence two thousand years ago.

Moreover, they were all experts, and had their own confidence and pride. No one was willing to live a servile life. However, they still had to lower their heads in the face of reality.

They could not give up on the three immigration rights. They wanted to live!

After Fu Su finished his sacrifice, he looked at the woman in front of him.

The monk had said that the woman might protect him, but she did not. Perhaps even the monk and Su Bai did not expect that the woman they thought they could rely on would betray them at the last moment.

She had even crushed all hope.

However, all of this was not important now. The aura of the Qin General Armor was weakening, and could no longer pose any threat to the woman.

Everything.

It was all over.

Fu Su turned around and looked at the three high ranking experts. He smiled. This time, he did not look at them with the gaze of a superior, nor did he look at them with the gaze of a hero looking at the puppet army.

He said softly, "Thank you."

Then, Fu Su tidied his clothes. While he was just a soul and had no clothes, a black ceremonial robe appeared on his body, giving off a solemn and dignified feeling.

"Let's attack together."

The three high ranking experts attacked together.

In an instant,

Fu Su's remnant soul shattered here.

The last trace of the Qin Empire in this world was erased.

The three high ranking experts also received the "mission completed" notification from the broadcast. However, they did not have much excitement on their faces, but at least they seemed to have taken off a heavy burden.

What they had to do now was to live well. When the broadcast moved, they would be taken away by the broadcast. The so-called audience destruction plan could no longer threaten them.

Sensing Fu Su's complete destruction, Chen Ru had a strange look in her eyes. To a certain extent, she had broken her promise to Su Bai. Actually, from the words of the three matters, she had not broken her promise. But Chen Ru did not think so.

At this moment, the Qin General's armor suddenly burst into flames, and its aura became even more frenzied. However, just as it soared into the sky, the three Western high-ranking listeners who were originally sealed in the small temple were instantly pulled into the world of the story by the broadcast.

It had no chance.

It had no chance at all.

Chen Ru knew this very well. Also, Fu Su was already dead.

"First Highness … First Highness …"

The armored person gave a sorrowful wail.

If it was at its peak, if it had not been seriously injured by Old Riches and then Su Bai, if it could completely break free from the seal of the armor, it believed that the situation would not have become like this.

It hated, but it did not dare to disrespect the Ancestral Dragon!

So it was very aggrieved.

And when a person was aggrieved to the extreme,

It would become crazy!

Hum!

Suddenly, the armored person gave up on fighting Chen Ru and crashed into the orphanage on the side. It knew that this orphanage was very important to the people here!

It could no longer distinguish whether Su Bai's position on this matter was the same as Fu Su's because it needed to vent its anger. It wanted to drag something to die with it and Fu Su before it completely burned out! This was also because when Chen Ru suppressed it, she had deliberately offset the power that leaked to the orphanage. It was Chen Ru's action that caused the armored person to make this final choice.

In fact, Chen Ru was also very conflicted. So she sat and watched the three high ranking audience members kill Fu Su. If she was willing, she would definitely have a share of the three people's spots, but she did not choose to do so. She would rather stay and wait for the last train that might or might not appear. Of course, it might also be because a wisp of Yan Huihong's consciousness had been staying here. Previously, she had been monitoring Yan Huihong. Now, Yan Huihong was monitoring her.

But when Chen Ru discovered the Qin General Armor's final plan, her face showed shock. Her eyes were filled with killing intent as she shouted,

"How dare you!"