Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesha was quite happy.

Anyway, Sister Guangzi will find out sooner or later that she was involved in what happened here, so she can just help Mr. Truman when the time comes.

Help him get back the appearance fees he earned as a big star over the past 20 years, and compensation for the psychological trauma he suffered, etc. - Director Christopher? Staff?

They will know the time.

The lavender mana reappeared, flowing along Mori Yuesha's fingertips onto the table. Strands of invisible energy gathered into a thick river, pouring into Truman Burbank's body.

It was useless. It could neither strengthen his body nor teach him magic. Mana without a point of attachment would dissipate over time, just like perfume sprayed on the body.

They simply served as a visual effect to deceive Mr. Burbank, a festival of light and shadow that only he could see.

——I hope to deepen his faith in the "Bald God" so that he will pray all the time.

Ahhhh, I really want to see the faces of the mages when they hear Mr. Truman praying...

It must be interesting.

Bald God, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

At this time, Nagini was too lazy to think about how to deal with the aftermath. Everything about Kamar-Taj was not something she could handle alone. Mori Yuesha had made such a big deal, tricking the male protagonist into chanting Kamar-Taj and... the bald god in front of a global live broadcast.

…She’s such a little bastard.

Never mind, let her do whatever she wants, anyway, Mori Yuesha has someone above her.

Is this the first creature she has persecuted?

Obviously not.

The first one is the one from Egypt.

Even when the meal was over and Tang Lisi left with her "daughter", Truman Burbank still couldn't recover from his confused emotions.

——Fxck…what have you done?

Praying in a mysterious manner in front of your wife and her close friends?

The man, full of regret, spread out his palms, but saw a wisp of faint mist rising along the lines of his palms.

…This is true, and one has to believe what the girl said.

Could it be that I will soon be blessed with magic or divine power? Am I the chosen one?

I don't know how to say it in a 'middle school' way here, but something has indeed awakened in Truman Burbank's body.

He sat on the toilet, his pajama pants pulled down to his ankles, and stared intently at his hands.

Look at it over and over again.

This time it was Mary's turn to be confused.

Truman...

Is this man crazy?

…………

……

Regardless of Kamar-Taj's attitude, as soon as the live broadcast started, Mori Yuesha became the focus of the public. The girl with fair skin, black eyes and long hair, curled up on the sofa in a refreshing and playful manner, became the headline picture of major websites.

In contrast, Mr. Truman's nonsense during the meal was not so eye-catching.

'In three seconds - give me her information!'

"Oh my god... a magical little actor from the East?"

'Hollywood welcomes her.'

'Maybe she's not an actress? A lucky audience, right? What's her name? Does she have an Instagram account?'

The number of messages on the portal website increased sharply, and even though "The Truman Show" held an unprecedented large event today, it did not reduce the enthusiasm of viewers at all - people seemed to be crazy about this beautiful girl who didn't say a few words on the screen and didn't show anything special.

If Master Ancient One had known about Mori Yuesha's plan a long time ago, she would definitely stop the planeswalker from doing so - she was not suitable to appear on the screen for most people to see. Although she would not cause any trouble, she was still a hidden danger.

It was the assistant who brought Mori Yuesha in when they came in, and it was also she who sent Mori Yuesha out when they came out.

The capable woman gave Mori Yuesa a small gift package: some candid photos of her participating in "The Truman Show", an autographed photo of Truman Burbank, and a photo album of important moments in his life from childhood to adulthood.

She was very satisfied that Mori Yuesa did not cry in front of the camera or make any trouble that was difficult to clean up like other children.

Nagini even felt a little pity for the assistant.

It won't be long before they lose Truman Burbank, their cash cow. Don't be fooled by the fact that the mages of Kamar-Taj, including the Sorcerer Supreme, are all kind to her and Mori Yuesha.

That was based on status and the Ancient One's respect.

Let’s try to replace him with a mortal, let’s say Director Topher.

"Your sister is so well behaved!" the assistant said with a look of ignorance: "She is very obedient and has a great sense of camera... Have you seen the comments on the Internet? Your sister is going to be famous."

She handed Mori Yuesha to Nagini and passed over the souvenir: "This is a gift for you, little one." She half bent over and looked at Mori Yuesha: "You performed very well. If you want to participate again next time, contact me."

Although she didn't know why the ratings reached a new high this time, she knew who was responsible.

She pulled a business card from her pocket and handed it to Nagini.

"contact me anytime."

After waving goodbye to the assistant, Nagini held the gift bag and lowered her head with a smile.

Mori Yuesa grabbed the corner of her clothes with an innocent look on her face.

"I'm...hungry."

Nagini smiled.

"I'm really hungry. The camera is filming and I haven't eaten much, Nagini. I'm hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry--"

“I’ve just been watching the live broadcast.”

"Then I'm thirsty." Mori Yuesha immediately changed the subject: "I ate a lot of candy and chocolate, and didn't drink any water. I'm thirsty, thirsty, thirsty..."

"Master." Nagini had a headache. "It's better to call Arrietty and Imhotep to accompany you. Maybe the magicians from Kamar-Taj will come to your door in a few days."

Even the maid could imagine the scene.

——In the evening, in a dark room, sporadic fire exploded, then gradually stretched and thickened, and after the first one connected, it became a flickering orange light circle.

Mordo, Casillas and Ancient One walked out leisurely from the other end of the aperture.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Mori Yuesha who was soundly sleeping.

"Bald God", huh? "

Nagini shuddered.

"Now, now call Arrietty and the others back."

Mori Yuesha: No, Gu Yi still has the nerve to trouble me? It was obviously her who played a prank first! If he hadn't tricked me and thrown them into this so-called "good residence", they would have lived in a bright and spacious big house long ago.

From time to time, you can swim or ride a horse.

"You were the first, Yuesha. You were broadcasting live around the world..." Nagini swallowed the name of the god. "Besides, didn't you also get some interesting stories in that slum?"

"Then I don't care, she was the first one!"

"You were the one who instigated Truman on the screen first."

"If she hadn't tricked me here, I wouldn't have done this..."

"If you don't replace all the books in Kamar-Taj's Great Library with comics."

Mori Yuesha choked up: "Then I'm thirsty."

Nagini: ...

Go away, you dead kid.

"I want iced tea. Cool iced tea."

Chapter 35 Miss Longevity

Mr. Tony Stark was a little tired yesterday. He had to use the business cards of several ladies. It just so happened that he had some ideas about the modeling industry recently, and maybe he could start a business.

"That's no reason for you to sleep with three ladies in one night." Jarvis' voice was filled with complaints: "The ice water is on the bar, and someone has been sent to buy lunch according to your plan. By the way."

"You were so crazy last night that you didn't bring your wallet back."

Wallet?

Stark touched his trouser pocket and found that he had two bare hairy legs...oh, he just got up.

“Do you need to contact a psychiatrist?”

"Come on Jarvis."

He put a few more ice cubes in the glass, shook it, and swallowed it in one gulp. Stark sighed in relief as the cold liquid passed through his throat.

"Honestly, yesterday was a beautiful day. Jarvis, sometimes you should regret not having a human body."

"Then you have achieved your purpose of mocking me."

Jarvis' voice is neither hot nor cold, and it is difficult for him to be irritated by the people he serves. Generally speaking, this is the case.

It's all too familiar to Tony Stark.

"This is what I like about you." The man raised his cup and toasted the air: "Women are familiar with my body, and you are familiar with my soul."

The gentle voice paused for two seconds before it sounded again: "If you really have it."

"Aha, you're angry?"

The voice did not respond until he staggered into the living room, hastily put on his clothes and tied his tie. Tony Stark frowned secretly.

This doesn't suit his style.

"Jarvis?"

"I'm here."

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

The voice was silent.

really?

Stark raised his eyebrows: "If you hook up with someone's AI behind my back, you'd better tell me in advance, and I will make the doors and windows bulletproof and explosion-proof."

Wen Wen's voice was a little helpless: "Sir?"

"How old is she? Is she an adult?" Stark put on his watch, stepped out of the living room in a swift and decisive manner, and walked to the door to put on his shoes: "Don't bring back a questionable AI, Jarvis, unless her figure..."

"I think your AI has its own way of distinguishing beauty from ugliness, right?"

Jarvis couldn't bear it any longer.

"gentlemen!"

"Okay, what's the matter?" Stark tapped his heels. The dark brown pointed leather shoes paired with the slim-fitting dark gray suit with red patterns exuded a coquettish vibe.

"I don't know whether to describe it to you, and I don't know how to describe it to you."

"Apparently I've missed lunch," Stark said, twisting his wrist inwards. "The plane will be on the tarmac in ten minutes - you can try to describe it as best you can with the sexy brain I built you: if by chance your master can understand, we won't have to go on about this subject in circles."

"Is there a problem?"

“…I think you can see it with your own eyes.”

"Oh, that's right, my eyesight has always been pretty good." Stark held up the legs of his brown sunglasses and pressed a few touch keys on the wall. A frameless screen hung from the top of his head.

"I've always wanted to give it a gold and red exterior, including the ceiling. What do you think?"

Perhaps the topic he was about to talk about was too shocking, so Jarvis ignored the teasing of Mr. Tony, who never grew up. It called up the backup record and played it on the screen.

"The Truman Show".

"The one that Stan sponsored?"

"Yes."