The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

[The Lost Little Pigeon]: "I can already guess what's going to happen next?"

【Candy Cake Meow】: "Oh? What makes you say that?"

"Wait! Wasn't your ID the one that said the God of War was going back to a massage parlor?! Damn it!"

【The Lost Little Pigeon】: "Brother, trust me one more time, based on my years of experience reading online novels!"

"The next development will definitely be that the girl is materialistic, and then Old Ancestor Yan shouts 'On! Why!' in the rain, and only then will the Heavenly Dao take notice!"

【Gu Wuchen】：

"No, no, no! Based on the world-building revealed in the first two episodes, I think there's a very high chance the girl was swallowed whole by a monster!"

"Master Yan rises from grief!"

【初心寒雪】: "I feel like Old Ancestor Yan must have encountered a max-level succubus while he was just a level 1 Chu Nan!"

"Didn't you see? The girls were the ones in charge up front, weren't they?"

"And look at her best friend, she's probably... a seasoned, spirited young woman too!"

In conclusion, Old Master Yan's feelings were toyed with!

The comments kept scrolling faster and faster.

One second the audience was still gushing over the sweetness of first love, the next they were already planning eighteen different tragic endings for Yan Laozu.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Many students also looked up at the sky.

The edge of the platform.

Yan Cong sat cross-legged, with one hand still held by Su Xiaoxiao.

He looked at the comments on the screen, his lips twitching.

"no."

"Can't these bastards from five thousand years in the future have a little bit of real-world plot in their heads?"

Su Xiaoxiao did not respond.

She was still looking at the young man Yan Cong in the sky.

Yan Cong, who blushes, gets nervous, and is happy for half a day because of a girl's compliment.

He was so different from this jerk who can make people furious with just a few words.

But the more she watched, the more she wanted to keep going.

Within the canopy.

Seeing that the comments were getting more and more outrageous, Ai Kun, who was behind the camera, finally raised his hand to pause the video.

The playback interface went dark.

Aikun's familiar smiling face reappeared.

"Huh? What are you doing out here, streamer?"

"But since we're out here, tell us if our guesses were right or wrong?"

Aikun shook his head and tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm.

"My darlings."

"If the whole story were so ordinary, would Old Master Yan still be considered a legendary figure?"

He paused, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"The following section is just a short, sweet period in Old Master Yan's life."

The live stream went silent for half a second.

next moment.

The comments section exploded.

"Mommy's poop—"

"Give me the paper!"

"A knife blade used to wrap sugar, huh?! Great! I'll eat it!"

"PDD's sixty packs of tissues are still here! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

"Oh, right!"

"Host, have you forgotten something?"

"Where are our cultural relics on display?!"

"Swallowed?!"

"that is!!"

Ai Kun looked at these comments.

Instead of feeling guilty, he practically stuck his nose out of the camera's view.

"Yo ho."

"Didn't you say we shouldn't drag things out and should get straight to the point?"

"Cultural relics..."

He closed the folding fan and gave a sly smile.

"Yes, I have!"

"And you'll be absolutely shocked when you see it!"

"Want to see it?"

He curled his lips into a smug smile, a smug look on his face.

"Beg me!"

"..."

"..."

"grass."

The audience fell silent for a moment.

But I feel uncomfortable if I don't watch it.

After all, the Dragon King Ring and the War God Tiger Talisman had already raised expectations to the max.

They wouldn't feel at ease sleeping tonight if they didn't find out exactly what kind of burial goods Old Ancestor Yan gave to the Holy Master.

"Aaaaaah!"

"You win, you dog streamer!"

"I'm begging you on my knees! Just let us see it!"

"+1"

"+99"

Aikun's smile was practically reaching for the heavens.

He insisted on pretending to be reluctant.

"Oh well."

"Since you've all come to me so sincerely!"

"Then I'll be merciful and show you!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands and shouted towards the camera.

"Staff, bring the artifacts!"

The words fell.

Two staff members wearing white gloves quickly walked over to the side of the camera.

They were carrying a glass display case.

The display box was also covered with a red cloth.

The red cloth was brightly colored, and the edges were pressed down tightly.

This is a completely different treatment from the previous artifact displays that directly faced the camera.

The viewers in the live stream immediately perked up.

"Wait... why is there red cloth this time?"

"Why all the mystery?"

"Hey streamer, quickly lift it up and let me see what's inside!?"

Aikun is dragging his feet again.

He held the glass box in both hands, and the smile on his face grew increasingly strange.

"Kind tips."

"Children under the age of sixteen, please watch with parental guidance!"

"What……"

"Holy crap, could it be...?"

"Host, wait a minute! I'll be right back!"

After the Chinese audience realized what was happening, a large number of parents rushed to the screen.

next second.

Chaos erupted in families across the country.

"Dad! What are you doing!"

"Get down! I'll drag you back up later!"

"don't want!"

"Snap—"

The sound of belts rattling incessantly.

"Awooo... I'm getting down, I'm getting down, stop hitting me!"

The number of bullet comments was almost empty.

Two or three minutes later, messages began to appear sporadically in the live stream again.

"Ahem, host, that's enough, let's begin!"

"That's right, I'm an adult. Let me bear this pain for those little brats!"

"open--"

Aikun didn't delay this time either.

He raised his hand, grabbed a corner of the red cloth, and then suddenly ripped it off.

Swah——

The contents of the glass box were now fully exposed.

Three unopened boxes...

"Condoms"?

It's still a pack of twelve, the largest size.

Next to the box, there was a yellowed note.

The camera slowly zooms in.

The handwriting on the note was crooked and messy, like scribbles.

Fortunately, a real-time translation popped up on the screen.

"Old Lu, I don't have much to give you, but these three boxes of combat gear represent my peak fighting strength!"

"Please remember this for me!"

"Don't use it secretly, I'm afraid you won't have enough size! Hahaha..."

not only that.

Inside the glass box were several strange items that had been covered with thick mosaics.

The mosaic was applied very forcefully.

But because they hit too hard, it only made it seem like they were trying to cover something up.

The live stream room was deathly silent.

The Wuzhong area of ​​Jinling was deathly silent.

On the high platform.

Lu Changming's face was also deathly still.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"6".

a long time.

That's all the comments I managed to squeeze out.

Jinling Wuzhong.

On the high platform, Yan Cong looked at Lu Changming, whose face was so dark it looked like it was about to smoke, and his shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.

He initially tried to hold back.

After all, Ye Long was still standing there.

Su Xiaoxiao sat down next to him.

But after holding back for three seconds...

He failed.

"Pfft—"

Yan Cong slapped the ground on the platform and laughed so hard he fell backward.

"Hahaha……"

"Old Lu, it's not my fault, hahaha..."