After the vicious cannon fodder pampered the imperial marshal, he became popular

Chapter 47 Are you worried about me?
Wen Shishu breathed a sigh of relief after returning to the room.

She had never sung like this before, and to be honest, she was a little uncomfortable with it.

Just as I was about to drink some water, someone grabbed my wrist when I turned around.

Wen Shishu's beautiful eyes paused, and she looked up at Fu Ciyan who was holding her, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a spiritual force rushing towards her, and her spiritual sea reacted subconsciously the moment she sensed the external force.

I only heard Fu Ciyan say in a deep voice: "Relax, don't resist me."

The spiritual sea is the most important thing for the citizens of the empire. Generally, except for the closest people, no one else is allowed to peek into it.

But Wen Shishu didn't know about this. After hearing Fu Ci Yan's words, he said "Oh", then relaxed himself and withdrew the resistance of his spiritual sea against him.

But, I don’t know if it’s because she has been in the interstellar space for too long, or because her level has increased. Was her perception of mental power so obvious before?

She could clearly feel a spiritual force entering her spiritual sea, with an irresistible dominance, but also trying hard to restrain herself so as not to hurt her.

Wen Shishu knew that Fu Ci Yan was examining him.

It was obviously a very ordinary action, but when his mental power swept through her spiritual sea inch by inch, Wen Shishu always felt as if she had been seen through.

"Um, Fu Ci Yan, are you okay?" Wen Shishu asked somewhat unnaturally.

A few seconds later.

"Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Shishu felt Fu Ciyan's mental power being withdrawn.

"Huh." She couldn't help but let out a breath.

"Actually, I'm fine. You don't need to check me like this." Wen Shishu almost immediately raised his head and spoke to Fu Ci Yan, as if to cover up the unnaturalness he had just felt.

"Nothing?" The man sneered, "My mental strength is almost exhausted. It turns out that I'm fine."

"That doesn't mean we haven't reached the bottom yet." Wen Shishu argued in a low voice.

"I know what I'm doing." She had comforted Fu Ci Yan before and knew where her bottom line was, so she should be fine.

Upon hearing this, Fu Ci Yan glanced at her coldly and said nothing more. Instead, he turned around, took a crystal stone and placed it in her hand.

Wen Shishu sat on the sofa with the crystal in his hand, looking at Fu Ciyan's cold face, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Fu Ciyan, are you worried about me?"

As she spoke, her almond-shaped eyes stared at Fu Ci Yan, her eyes sparkling.

Fu Ci Yan's expression paused when he heard this.

Thinking back, she was clearly already struggling a bit, but she still persisted in order to provide relief to the soldiers. She clearly didn't need to work so hard, as she was clearly not like this before.

Fu Ciyan frowned in annoyance, pursed his lips and said stiffly, "No."

"I'm just afraid that you might accidentally kill yourself, so I'll die with you."

Wen Shishu glanced at the neck ring hidden under his collar and accepted his words.

"Oh, okay." Wen Shishu responded, and then said to himself: "Anyway, I think you don't hate me as much as before."

She remembered that when she first came through and saw this man, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

Now the most that can be described as being hard on the outside but soft on the inside, plus a little bit of duplicity?
So could she understand that he didn't hate her as much?

No matter what he said, she understood it anyway, so what.

"Absorb your crystal well." Fu Ci Yan threw down a sentence, then walked to the chair on the other side, sat down, and turned on the light computer.

Wen Shishu let out an "oh" and absorbed the energy bit by bit while holding the crystal in his hand, his mind completely empty.

I don't know when the crystal in my hand had been completely absorbed.

Fu Ci Yan, who was standing by, frowned when he saw this, walked over, took away the crystal that had lost its luster in her hand, and replaced it with another one.

"Don't you know how to change it yourself?"

Wen Shishu then realized that the crystal had been completely absorbed. After Fu Ciyan replaced the crystal, he returned to his position.

Wen Shishu didn't dare to be distracted this time and concentrated on absorbing the crystal.

The room was quiet. Wen Shishu was even a little bored. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

He immediately opened the computer, logged into his backstage, and took a look at the amount shown.

She hasn't logged in to check the rewards on her homepage for a long time. You won't know until you see it, and you'll be shocked.

The total amount of money for all the gifts listed above is more than 12 million.

Nearly 10 million star coins came from the same person.

He was the big guy who gave her a reward during her live broadcast just now.

So arrogant!
Such a large reward made him rank high on the gift list, and Wen Shishu saw it at a glance.

There is nothing on the avatar, just a pitch-black mass. No, it can’t be said to be pitch-black, because if you look closely, there seem to be tiny dots of light.

It looks like a galaxy in the darkness, and that little light looks like a star in the galaxy.

The nickname is a string of gibberish, and it's impossible to tell what it is.

It was impossible to tell what kind of person this was from his profile picture or his name, so Wen Shishu simply clicked on his profile picture.

Fingers tapped on the page, and soon a string of messages were sent out.

[Hello, I am the anchor you just gave a tip to. I want to ask if you pressed the wrong button at that time? ]

The next second, a string of messages popped up on Fu Ci Yan's computer not far away.

He glanced around, then raised his head from a pile of documents and looked at Wen Shishu who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

As she lowered her head to look at the screen, the woman's long hair slowly slid to one side. She reached out and pinned it up, then slid her fingertips back and forth on the screen to refresh it.

"Why didn't you reply to my message? Didn't you see it?" Wen Shishu asked puzzledly.

Fu Ci Yan withdrew his gaze.

The next second, I heard a voice coming from the other side: "Reply to me!"

There was only a short line of words on Wen Shishu's computer screen. To be more precise, there were only three words: You pressed the right button.

Seeing this, Wen Shishu continued to type: [I am just a singing anchor, you don’t need to give so much reward, I will return the money to you. ]

Although she started live streaming for money, she always felt bad about accepting such large amounts of tips.

I am no longer as poor as I was back then and couldn't afford to eat. There is no need to accept such a large reward. It is better to return it.

Her fingers tapped quickly on the screen: [But I can only refund you 60%, and the rest will be deducted by the platform. Is that ok with you? ]

After Wen Shishu sent the message, the other party did not reply for a long time: "The person disappeared?"

"That shouldn't be the case. The online status is still on," Wen Shishu muttered softly, "Everyone is here, why aren't they replying to my messages?"

Although the sound was not loud, Fu Ci Yan could still hear it since they were in the same space. The man frowned slightly.

He entered a line of words on the optical computer and turned it off directly after sending it.

Wen Shishu received the message: [No need to return if you are not short of money. ]

Wen Shishu: “???”

Wen Shishu: “!!!”

Are you here to show off your wealth?
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