Chapter 33: Streamer 666

"Then thank you very much, Master!"

"It is nothing. You should focus on eating and take good care of your health."

Shen Hongxia nodded. "Yes, Master. It is just that my body... alas... Master, I..."

Shen Hongxia’s eyes welled up, and the tears seemed ready to spill over at any moment. Seeing this, the viewers in the livestream felt a complex mix of emotions. [This family is truly pitiful; one sickness after another.]

Long Beiqing calling him personally meant that this matter was of great importance. Who could this special guest be?

Suddenly, a wave of chaos erupted within the already small ranks of the Heaven-Hunting Society. Looking closely, one could see a peak-level Immortal Transformation expert slaughtering his own companions.

Watching Tu Kafeng depart, Lu Yu could only instruct the black eagle in the sky to keep a secret watch on his movements to prevent any accidents.

Yet, after entering the Heaven-Forsaken God-Demon Pit, Ye Haochuan saw only the routine of the mundane and gradually forgot that warning.

"Indeed, Young Master. The power that the Martial God just unleashed was terrifying; his speed was like a bolt of lightning..." He Yuxin said, clutching his other arm.

This showed that Shui Yuelao was an exceptional existence. Although she was classified as an elite disciple, her true strength was likely superior to that of most core disciples.

On the young man's table sat a plate of roasted chicken and a pot of wine. He ate and drank with an air of ease and comfort.

"You must have your reasons for not telling me. Don't think about it so much; just focus on healing your wounds," Su Qianxun said, taking his hand.

Helian Tu did not know the man's background and felt uneasy, but he still shouted sternly, "Who exactly are you?" The young man did not answer; his twin swords whipped up a gale, his techniques exquisite as he engaged Helian Tu in battle.

"Seven days from now. This will give the other young experts on the Hidden Dragon Ranking time to return," Zhu Li'er said.

"Did you all see the scoundrel's sword and those spirits fly into Mephisto's skull?" Blair asked.

Li Yihang’s heart skipped a beat. "Is Gao Shidi not the narrow-minded person that the senior Elder Weng spoke of?" Zhong Tianxuan and the others were also shaken.

Yiyao forced a smile and had no choice but to take it, summoning the courage to part her lips. A chill stung her throat. The scent of blood, which should have been pungent, was perfectly suppressed by the icy aura of the ice lotus. Between her lips and teeth, Yiyao could only taste the elegant, faint fragrance of the lotus, and the fear in her heart subsided slightly.

Susu automatically extracted the useful information from his words and frowned. This Xu Jiaorong was truly fond of eavesdropping. It made sense; as siblings, they both had their own odd quirks.

"I didn't mean it like that..." Before he could finish, Meng Qi had already fallen back onto her pillow to sleep.

The commotion immediately attracted a number of plant spirits and monsters. Before long, Ji Qingxuan was surrounded by a crowd of them—tree spirits, flower spirits, grass spirits, and even sentient vines.

Shen Moyi decisively concluded that no one was more familiar with places like this than she was; she had been tempered through countless trials in environments just like this.

But at that moment, Ma Yi had already taken three steps and was leaping into the air. The player from the Computer Science department also rushed forward, unable to stop his momentum. His face collided squarely with Ma Yi’s crotch.

Just as the battle was at its most intense, the Lightning Demon that had fled returned, bringing with it a monster covered in spikes and equipped with mantis-like blades—the very Spike-Jumper that Huang Meng had mentioned earlier.

Hao Tianming shook his head to clear it. "His eyes..." Then, a buzzing sound erupted in Hao Tianming’s head as fragments of suppressed memories surged forth.

I went to the supermarket in the middle of the night to buy a pile of food, only to realize I didn't have any money. I called Maomao and got scolded; she said I was out having fun and expecting her to pay. Scolding aside, she still sent me a hundred yuan. After paying, I went back to the hotel and knocked on the door. She came down to open it and saw me carrying a pile of food.