Chapter 871

"Why are you here?"

A man wearing a black evening suit walked out from the shadows. His attire made him look like a western vampire, but he was actually a light magus. However, he didn't look like a sunny person at all.

Lychee was still sitting by the rock, watching the stream flow under her feet. At this moment, she seemed so peaceful and at ease.

The attack in this world had come to an end, because this world could no longer organize an organized resistance. The broadcast would no longer give the big shots who entered this place any more mission prompts. This meant that the broadcast was done. There were only a few fish that had fallen into the net that needed to be cleaned up. Then, this place would be completely clean.

And this batch of listeners, extremely lucky, would become this world's first generation of listeners. Even if the broadcast would send them to another world that needed to be attacked as cannon fodder, at least they could live in this world for a while longer.

Just as Boss Liang said, the biggest pursuit of the listeners was nothing more than to live a little longer. For the first generation of listeners, they could at least live for a few more decades. If they were lucky, it was even possible for them to live for a few hundred years.

For them, this was already a great happiness.

"Bochetti, do I know you that well?" Lychee didn't turn around to look at the man. She wasn't in the mood to do so. Perhaps, to her, living a little longer wasn't something to be excited about, because it also meant that the couple would be able to gain a foothold.

When the rules of broadcasting were completely overdone, the couple could be considered to be broadcasting in the true sense of the word.

This was an ending that Lychee didn't want to see. The better your enemy was, the more unhappy you would be.

"Miss, I'm just here to express my admiration for you." Bochetti took out a pure white flower from her sleeve. The flower was very enchanting and had a special fragrance. It was a flower species unique to this world.

"You're really … boring." Lychee stood up and walked forward. Her leather boots stepped on the stream, making a crisp sound.

"Where are you going?" Bochetti should be an experienced lover. He was very willing to be the first generation of listeners to have a love story during this period of luxury with this outstanding and cold eastern woman.

"Looking for a hole," Lychee replied.

"Hole?" Bochetti repeated the word in English, wondering if he had misheard. Or did he get the meaning wrong?

"Yes, looking for a hole." Lychee smiled and turned to look at Bochetti for the first time. "Otherwise, you'll die."

"Hahaha." Bochetti also laughed. "Miss Lychee, are you joking? This world is about to be cleaned up. How could there still be a situation that could threaten us? "

"Mm," Lychee replied. Lychee responded. A black whirlpool appeared beneath her feet, and her figure disappeared into it.

"Miss, it's too rude to just leave like this …"

In a moment of desperation, Pochetti's figure flashed, and a holy white light appeared, as if to stop Lychee from leaving.

"How dare."

Lychee calmly replied with these two words.

Lychee's words.

The water in the stream began to flow backward, space and time began to distort, and even the light magic around Pochetti began to be cut and scattered.

Bochetti!

Bochetti was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground. His face was full of shock.

He knew that this Asian woman was powerful, but he didn't expect her to be this powerful!

He wasn't a match for her at all. In fact, he couldn't even condense his magical elements in the face of her pressure.

"Goodbye."

After replying, Lychee disappeared.

This goodbye was definitely not a farewell in the ordinary sense of politeness.

It was a farewell.

Goodbye.

All of you.

All of you.

All of you.

It's time to be cleared.

Godmother, godfather.

I'll wait for your son to come.

Then my brother and I will come to find you.

I'll kowtow.

In front of your graves.

…

A ray of blood-colored light blocked Chen Ru's path, causing her to feel a sense of defeat. She crazily attacked the blood-colored light, but it was useless. It was as if there was a heavenly moat in front of her that she couldn't cross no matter what she did.

Just as Yan Huihong said, Chen Ru was a stupid woman. She was strong and confident. Even Yan Huihong might not be able to defeat Chen Ru. Moreover, a person who could become a high-ranking listener was no fool.

However, this woman was a little too narrow-minded.

If Chen Ru's betrayal was due to Su Yuhang's advice, then now, she was still attacking the obstacles in front of her like a madman after completing Su Yuhang's request. It was purely to remove the fear in her heart.

The more confident a person was, the more fragile they were. She knew that there were people stronger than her in this world, but she didn't expect that a dead person could stop her from taking even half a step forward!

Fu Gui didn't even look at Chen Ru. What was there to see about a crazy woman?

The suit of armor passed through the formation of the orphanage and appeared inside.

Fu Gui's rough hand gently stroked the armor. The consciousness inside had completely disappeared. The so-called armored man had long since ceased to exist. Perhaps he had followed his young master and left together.

Fu Su's death was miserable, but at least he could accompany him on the road to the Yellow Springs.

Perhaps he didn't want to say another word to Fu Gui. This was his character. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sealed by the First Emperor because he disobeyed the arrangements of the First Emperor.

Fu Gui raised his hand, and the armor dispersed before sticking back to his body.

Old Fu Gui,

His bloated body,

Even if he wore the world's best armor, he didn't look very elegant.

He didn't look majestic at all.

Instead, he looked more like an old farmer.

He was so simple that he couldn't bear to look at him.

He wasn't a hero, so he naturally couldn't wear the aura of a great hero.

He was known as the person who could see the farthest in this world, but what he liked to see the most was what was in front of him.

He didn't like to be calculative or demanding.

Perhaps the only regret in his heart right now was that he didn't get to pee on his godson. He hugged the cute porcelain doll and peed at him. When the little guy peed, he would wipe it for him and pinch the little guy's nose.

This was probably the most beautiful scene he could imagine right now.

This was his life.

It was a life of riches and honor.

Su Yuhang once asked himself why he was called Fugui. Su Yuhang's guess was, "Life and death are determined by fate, while riches and honor are determined by the heavens." This was the perspective of a listener.

However, his answer was that he was his father's fifth child. His father was a simple farmer who felt that having many children and grandchildren was the greatest wealth.

Old Fugui himself also thought the same.

However, in this life, he owed his wife and his biological child. The only person who could connect with him and communicate normally was his godson. Because he was also a listener, and because he wasn't afraid of becoming a listener.

Having more children and more blessings was wealth.

There was no great logic in this.

The armor on his body began to heat up, and the surrounding temperature began to rise.

The wrinkles on Old Fugui's face began to become clearer.

His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.

Jie Ling sat on the spot, not knowing what to do.

When the three high-ranking listeners saw that Chen Ru couldn't penetrate, they knew their limits and didn't go forward to do anything. That was because the seemingly simple and honest old man was definitely not an easy character to get along with.

He didn't attack them because he disdained them, not because he couldn't.

A gray light quickly landed nearby. Yan Huihong, who didn't hesitate to consume his origin to speed up, turned pale. However, when he saw Old Fugui's figure again, he seemed very excited.

He didn't say anything because it was useless to say anything more. He only bowed slightly and saluted the old man in front of him.

At that moment, a peaceful aura was flowing in all directions. This aura was far less overbearing than when Boss Liang flew into a rage for Lan Yan, but it affected a wider range.

Boss Liang could only be sensed by the high-ranking audience, but Old Riches could be sensed by all the audience this time.

To use a very cliché description that was often used in official articles, at that moment, it was as if a warm current had flowed into the hearts of the listeners, making them feel warm.

At that moment,

America,

Australia,

Asia,

Europe,

Many of the audience members subconsciously revealed expressions of contemplation, and many of the audience members gazed in their direction. Some of them even bowed in greeting.

The three high-ranking listeners looked at each other and smiled bitterly. There was nothing they could do. There was nothing they could do. Their immigration qualifications had lost their original meaning. After a round of torment, all that was left was a round of poverty.

The monk in the service area smiled slightly, put his palms together, and chanted a Buddhist mantra. In the past life, in this life of Qilü, only riches could enter the eyes of the Dharma!

Old Fugui's body began to slowly turn illusory, and his flesh and blood began to be extracted. This time, he would leave cleanly, or rather, leave cleanly.

He had died a long time ago, so now, he did not have the sorrow of death,

He raised his head,

He looked into the sky,

He seemed to see his former good friend, as if he saw himself and him walking under the street lights after dinner, as if he was still the big brother who liked to nod and echo beside him.

"Da Hang, didn't you tell me yourself that you wanted to be a good father?

What was his broadcasting? What was the audience that he created?

Can it really compare to being a person? "

In the next moment,

Fugui's flesh and blood collapsed, and the last trace of him in the world was completely erased,

A bloody light shot into the sky, tore through this space, and reached the other side

At the same time, a mountain range in that world began to tremble violently,

In the karst cave deep in the mountain,

Nearly five hundred coffins began to tremble, as if the demons that had been sleeping for a thousand years were about to awaken!

I said to the cicada, "See you in the future, but wait for the next year."

The cicada said to me, "See you in the future, but wait for the next life."