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Chapter 179 Qingyi: Damn it, why is Lin Muran all I can think about? (Please refresh for edited version, 4k)

"Okay, it's all done. Let's check it out."

Sally dragged her broom, looking disgusted, and led Lin Muran around the house, finally arriving at the new studio on the first floor.

When Sally first heard that she would have to clean the house in a maid outfit, she was actually reluctant.

But after Lin Muran paid him with 20cc of blood and a computer every week, he had no choice but to bow down to the evil capitalist.
Forced to wear extremely easy-to-get-dirty white socks and aprons while cleaning.

Sally considered continuing to rely on pig's blood and meal replacements to get through the last few days of the month.
But ever since that day when she tasted Lin Muran's magical fresh blood, she could never go back.

Fortunately, she still had half succubus blood, so Selene's thirst for blood wasn't as intense as that of a pure-blooded vampire.
Otherwise, sooner or later you'll end up like the other person, being both a cow and a horse.

To avoid wasting energy and giving the other party a chance to manipulate her, Sally was very efficient and clean when cleaning the house or helping to tidy up, without making any unnecessary movements.

They completed more than a day's worth of work in just half a day.

The new studio space is two to three times larger than the old one.
Even after putting all the original items inside, and adding two storage cabinets of different sizes that could fit three Xia Li each, it still felt a bit empty.

"Hmm, as expected of the assistant I chose, she really does her job when she gets paid." Lin Muran turned on the computer, and after confirming that it was not damaged, he patted Sally's head.

Sally started working in the afternoon and finished around 10 p.m.
Although it wasn't too late, the spirit beasts were all eager to experience their new beds, so they went upstairs to their rooms early.

"No wonder you're still single if you can get vampires to clean your house."

Sally raised her right hand and then lowered it. Seeing that no one was around, she finally gave up struggling and let the other person rub her head.

Any other man would definitely ask to play a round.

Lin Muran's behavior was simply baffling; it was like asking a girl to help him snag train tickets all night.

"Personal attacks are not good."

"If you see this and still don't attack the boss, you should sit at the same table as Jesus."

Sally reluctantly removed Lin Muran's hand, and seeing that he also intended to leave, she flicked him with her long, heart-shaped tail and said, "Not working today?"

According to her previous habits there, Lin Muran should have worked for a while longer.

This resulted in her never successfully sneaking a nighttime drug use over the course of two years and twenty days.
"Are employees starting to pressure their bosses?"

Lin Muran took a deep breath of the faint scent of incense lingering in the air, feeling quite relaxed: "I'll rest well for the next few days and start working again when the holiday is almost here."

Following the previous collaboration between Bai Mengqing and Eryou, it precisely attracted the old perverts who love watching large and small things.

This not only allowed Bai Mengqing to make a name for herself in the industry and gain some fame, but also brought the number of fans of the monster expert to over 68.

Without a viral hit, there's a rather mystical saying about self-media.

There are four thresholds for the number of followers: 10, 30, 50, and 70.

Each time the threshold is approached, the rate of fan growth slows down or even stops.

The same goes for the monster expert; he's been stuck at 680,000 for almost four days, and hasn't even reached 690,000 yet.

So he decided to take advantage of the holiday's high traffic and release a large number of new content to see if he could break through the threshold by leveraging this surge in traffic.

Once you can break through the threshold, coupled with your already large fan base, you can easily reach a million followers with regular video updates, and then you can start vying for the Oscar.

If we actually get them, we'll probably need to ask for several more work badges when we get to the site so that these three spirit beasts without identities can go in and stay first.

Winning the Oscar is secondary; what's most important is that Lin Muran wants to see if the notebook will continue to provide clues about identity and magic after she breaks through to one million followers.

He didn't know how much connection there was between the "worship" Old Master mentioned and the number of fans, or if there were other factors he had overlooked.

We can only rush in and get to a million first.

"I'm just afraid you'll ask me to lend you money later."

Sally glared at Lin Muran with annoyance and pushed him forward with her tail: "Go and rest quickly. Staying up late is bad for your health. I don't accept blood that doesn't taste good."

"You have pretty high standards."

"Anyway, it's going to suck your blood, so a higher level won't make a difference."

Sally's tone was clearly impatient: "If you don't go to sleep, I'll tell that dragon that you want me and her to sleep with you tonight."

Does sleep paralysis require the "sleep-restoring fist" technique? It should be 100% reversible the next day.

In particular, that night Bai Mengqing started nibbling on herself in her sleep.

Maybe only half of it will be left by the next day.

With Sally's guidance, it's highly likely that the missing part will be the lower half.

Lin Muran's face turned pale, and she said somewhat awkwardly, "Oh dear, I am indeed a little sleepy. Selena, you should also pay attention to energy conservation and get more sleep. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Lin Muran ran upstairs in a panic.

In the wee hours,

A cool evening breeze blew through the window, illuminating Qingyi's exquisite face.

The new bed is soft and large, and I wasn't choked. The nightgown is cool, fits well, and I felt no discomfort.

But just can't sleep.

Qingyi tossed and turned in bed, glancing at her phone before secretly glancing at Xiali, who was lying motionless under the covers.

The bulging blanket remained completely still and made no sound, feeling no different from having a pillow stuffed inside.

Qingyi secretly poked it and touched a hard part.

The traitor must be asleep.

She quietly pulled back the covers, curled up in an extremely difficult yoga pose, and stepped out of bed, tiptoeing to the door.

"Master is going to launch a night raid on Big Brother?" Di Hou asked warily.

"what?"

Qingyi was startled, her ears perked up, and she slowly turned around to look.
He found his traitor sitting on the bed, the fog on his sunglasses quickly dissipating in the moonlight, and his phone screen displaying dense text.

"My dear disciple, I just wanted to go to the restroom."

She laughed awkwardly, "I'm not a little green dragon, so how could I attack Lin Muran? You know what I mean."

"Master is lying," Emperor Roar said, sensing the lie. Xia Li then rolled the blanket up further, preparing to get out of bed.

"Alright, alright, actually I just wanted to go downstairs to get a bottle of water. Do you want some?"

"I'd like some White Flower Snake Grass Water, thank you, Master," Di Hou said happily.

"Then you can keep playing. I have to go before I go."

Qingyi was halfway through her sentence when she noticed a rather sharp gaze suddenly appearing behind Xia Li's sunglasses, so she changed her words and said, "I'm just going out for some evening breeze, I'll be back in a bit."

“Fine,” Di Hou said coldly. Xia Li finished speaking coldly and immediately lay down again to start typing on her phone.

"Hey, you traitor, what are you doing?"

"It's a secret," Emperor Roar urged his master to hurry up and leave.

"Sigh, as expected, she forgot about her master as soon as she found a new love." After leaving the room, Qingyi sighed, took out her phone to look at the thumbnail of the video she had taken earlier, but after glancing to the side out of the corner of her eye, she almost dropped her phone in fright.

She saw Bai Mengqing standing on a ladder, holding a single-lens telescope and looking at something on the ceiling. Her tail was writing on the wall while she muttered something.
Phew, thank goodness it wasn't a ghost.

After confirming that Bai Mengqing was genuine, Qingyi prepared to step forward and call out to her.

She's not very good at editing videos and adjusting audio on her phone, so she wants to use her computer to watch tutorials while uploading.

She had originally planned to ask Xia Li to edit the video together, but when she thought about how her traitorous disciple was a complete philanderer who might sell her out without her noticing, she decided to deceive him instead.

But Bai Mengqing is different.

Although she is attracted to men, she won't leak secrets unless it involves core interests or involves being scammed, as long as it's agreed upon beforehand.

Most importantly, they also have a certain level of computer proficiency.

He's a pretty good ally, isn't he?
"You sleep so soundly when you sleep with me, but you're always on your phone in your room!!!"

"Phew, thankfully no one attacked him tonight."

As they drew closer, Qingyi, after clearly hearing the other person repeat those three words over and over, began to waver in her decision to ask Bai Mengqing for help.

Looking up through the telescope that glowed with a faint green light, she was horrified to discover that there was a clairvoyant spell there, with the dragon maid's figurine taking up most of the clairvoyant frame.

That's terrifying.

It's best not to bother her.

Qingyi felt a chill run down her spine, silently turned around, and walked straight down to her studio.

She became increasingly worried that if she wasn't there, Lin Muran might be dismantled and put into a freezer by the other three guys.

"Strange, Lin Muran turned off the lights but not the computer?"

The computer was playing a video, causing the room to flicker between light and dark, creating a horror movie atmosphere.

To avoid attracting attention, Qingyi didn't turn on the lights. Instead, she sat down at the computer, logged out of Lin Muran's account, and switched to her own.

Yun Yifei helped register this account, but she didn't tell Lin Muran.

In the submission center, there are several thumbnails that are almost identical, showing only practice videos of hands and guitars, and an incomprehensible, half-finished noise video.

Each video's play count has remained precisely at 81, without any fluctuation.

Qingyi shook her head with a wry smile: "Alas, the road ahead is indeed long and arduous."

Her main purpose in posting the video was to better test whether the worship mentioned in Lao Siming's Diary and self-media were actually related.

It's good that there isn't any.

If it really exists, she is actually quite worried that this power will be shared like that heavenly tribulation, thus affecting Bai Mengqing and Xia Li.

Besides, Lin Muran's account has already reached this size, and I am not yet familiar with modern music theory. If I participate in the process, I will only be a hindrance.

Just like what he said.

Relax and start building your foundation from scratch.

She plans to practice on the trumpet first, and also take the opportunity to sing more and immerse herself in the music.

"Luckily I saved it first, but before that..."

Qingyi conducted a thorough investigation of Lin Muran's computer, turning the hard drive upside down, but apart from a few icons on the desktop, she couldn't find anything related to butter.

"That's strange, how come Lin Muran didn't have any butter?" Qingyi scratched her head: "Then who fed Little Azure Dragon and the traitorous disciple yellow waste?"

It can't be her, right?

As the master of destiny for the Azure Cloud Feather, she was an even more serious figure than Ding Zhen.

After searching around, Qingyi found nothing fun except for the Patcher audio mixing software and video editing software she wanted to download on the computer.

For now, I can only continue to familiarize myself with the basics of modern music theory, and occasionally play around with the software.

An hour later, Qingyi was still completely lost when it came to editing the video into smaller pieces, but she was still utterly stumped by the music she knew best.

She can play along with the rhythm without any problem, but as soon as she sees sheet music or technical terms like "tone," she goes completely dark.

However, to showcase computer-generated content, one must have some understanding of these techniques.

"As expected, we still need Lin Muran to teach us step by step."

Qingyi lay on the table, stroking her bluish-green ear feathers with her fingers.

She watched the music theory video from beginning to end, but felt it was even more difficult to understand than the wordless book her master had given her.

The knowledge in my mind is still stuck at the stage of Lin Muran teaching me step by step that day.

But as someone who has entered the Dao through music and successfully ascended to immortality, it still feels a little strange to have Lin Muran teach me how to compose music.

But Little Azure Dragon is already like that.
If Lin Muran taught him step by step, would he be able to get into the freezer before him?

Never mind, let's keep watching first.

Qingyi gasped and opened the instructional video again to continue watching. Every time she couldn't understand something, she would unconsciously think of the scene where Lin Muran was teaching her.

After watching the entire video, all she could think about was Lin Muran.

Qingyi rubbed her forehead and gasped, "Damn Lin Muran, he actually disturbed my Dao Heart. I'll draw a circle and curse you to continue sleeping with the little green dragon."

"Who slept with Bai Mengqing?"

The light was suddenly turned on, startling Qingyi so much that she jumped up from her chair, landing on the headrest like an owl, her legs tucked into her nightgown, making her look like a giant cup while simultaneously unleashing a fleshy, Oliva-like punch.

Seeing that the chair hadn't tilted at all, Lin Muran couldn't help but clap his hands: "This lightness skill truly has the air of a cultivator."

"Lin... Lin Muran, weren't you already asleep?"

Qingyi jumped off the chair, using the hem of her lace nightgown to cover the computer screen as much as possible, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Why did you suddenly come down again?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came downstairs to get a bottle of snake grass water. When I heard some noise from the studio, I came to check it out."

Lin Muran, who was scrolling through her phone for a while before going to sleep, felt like someone was watching her. But after walking around and not finding anything unusual, she figured it was probably just thirst and nervousness.

"Oh, I see. Haha, you scared me. I almost used my ninjutsu."

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing here?"

Through the light emanating from the computer screen behind him, Lin Muran could vaguely see Qingyi's slender waist and pleasing curves hidden under the thin gauze.

"I... I suddenly feel like playing a game."

Lin Muran asked suspiciously, "Then why are you so nervous, like you've done something wrong?"

Qingyi deliberately shrugged: "Losing too much will inevitably make you nervous. It's okay, I won't play until very late. I'll go to sleep after winning one game."

Then I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Just as Lin Muran was about to complain, she caught a glimpse of the audio tuning software icon protruding from the very edge of the taskbar on the screen.

(End of this chapter)