After Thousands Of Years Of Seclusion, I Was Broadcast Live On The Entire Internet

At this time, Qi Miao was live broadcasting Qi You's daily life in Tianshui Villa.

"My elders are meditating, do you want to watch too?" Qi Miao pointed the camera at Qi You, who was sitting alone on the sofa.

[Of course, if possible, the anchor will also record Mr. Qi’s troubles when he goes to the toilet. 】

[Brother, you have a very strong taste. 】

【Why! Something is wrong, why is there a white mist behind Mr. Qi? Is this the time to ascend to immortality? 】

[White mist seems to be spreading from around the sofa. 】

[Shocked, if you don’t tell me I haven’t noticed it yet, what is going on? 】

[Sister Qi, go and see if the sofa is on fire! 】

[Yeah, why are you still standing there? If a fire breaks out and burns Mr. Qi, what do you want the brothers to see in the future? 】

Qi Miao was stunned by the barrage, and quickly picked up her phone and walked to Qi You's side.

But she took pictures all around the sofa with her phone, but she couldn't find where the white mist came from.

"Could it be?"

Qi Miao's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Qi You in disbelief.

"This white mist actually comes from...the ancestors?"

Qi Miao felt dazzled and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

But no matter how you look at it, the white mist comes from Qi You.

"What a hell..."

Qi Miao stepped back in fear, this unbelievable thing made her at a loss what to do.

And when she retreated, she retreated directly to the kitchen to the south of the living room.

The barrage exploded at this moment.

[Sister Qi, don’t retreat, there are knives behind you! 】

[What is she doing? Did you find that the source of the white mist was unusual, so you were frightened? 】

【dry ice! The anchor must have used some dry ice to create white mist for the effect of the show! 】

"Don't slander me. I won't get dry ice for the live broadcast effect. I remember that stuff is quite expensive."

Qi Miao turned on the front camera and said while subconsciously leaning behind her.

This move brought the barrage debate to an abrupt end, because Qi Miao's leaning happened to touch the knife hanging behind her.

The fruit knife on the knife holder was knocked off by her and fell straight towards Qi Miao's hind legs.

【careful! 】

【Sister Qi! knife! knife! 】

The barrage refreshed the screen so fast that Qi Miao had no time to react.

And when the fruit knife was about to stab her, in the camera lens, the fruit knife was seen bypassing Qi Miao in a weird trajectory and quickly moving towards the left side of the kitchen.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the fruit knife was inserted into the tiled wall of the kitchen. The blade was completely submerged in the wall, leaving only the handle.

This scene happened to be captured by Qi Miao's mobile phone.

【What did I see! ? Can this knife fly by itself? 】

[Damn, that's a tile. Even if a normal person uses all his strength, it's impossible for a normal person to sink the blade into it, right? 】

[Fake, it must be fake. Sister Qi, tell the truth. Is today’s live broadcast a long-planned magic show? 】

[Is there a possibility that Sister Qi’s family is having trouble...? 】

[Don’t talk about these weird things that are confusing the gods. What if Mr. Qi used his internal power? 】

[Fuck you, who is it that is so strange and powerful? You have so much inner strength, why didn’t you say that Mr. Qi was having trouble? 】

Qi Miao looked at the barrage and walked towards Qi You who was meditating in the middle of the sofa with lingering fear.

She patted Qi You's shoulder gently: "Ancestor, look at that knife!"

Qi You opened his eyes and casually glanced at the direction of the fruit knife.

This handwriting was of course attributed to Qi You.

When the fruit knife was about to hurt Qi Miao, he flicked his little finger and used his true energy to change the trajectory of the knife.

But Qi You didn't want his descendants to know this.

"Well, it's quite interesting." Qi You changed the topic directly: "I'll go back to the room and rest."

"Ah?" Qi Miao was stunned and nodded stupidly: "Okay."

After Qi Miao turned around, Qi You moved his legs slightly and jumped from the first floor to the sixth floor.

"Ancestor!?"

Qi Miao exclaimed and quickly looked back.

Although she turned around just now, she was using the front camera facing behind her.

Qi You didn't know that the other party was live broadcasting, and thought she was just taking selfies, so he didn't bother to take the elevator and flew up.

And all this was seen by the audience in the live broadcast room.

【What did I just see! ? Brothers, have you seen it too? 】

[I saw it, Mr. Qi flew...flyed up! 】

[Yes, it flew into the sky with a whoosh! ! 】

[I thought I was dazzled, but everyone saw it? 】

[Help, I discovered the secret that Mr. Qi is Superman, will I be silenced? ? 】

Qi Miao was still in shock, and the speed of the barrage only added to her chaotic thoughts.

"Um... can a normal person... be able to jump so high?" Qi Miao asked stupidly while looking at the live broadcast room.

【Normal person? Sister Qi, go check and check that the highest pole vault record is only about six or seven meters. 】

[Yes, I looked at the height of the anchor's villa. It should be about twenty or thirty meters from the first floor to the sixth floor! 】

[Twenty or thirty meters? Not to mention pole vaulting, Mr. Qi just took off from the same place! 】

[Anchor, please prove your innocence quickly, take a picture of Mr. Qi’s take-off position, and let everyone see if there is a spring device. 】

"oh oh!"

Qi Miao quickly pointed her cell phone camera at the floor where Qi You took off.

But there is nothing on the floor. Where is the spring device?

Seeing this, Qi Miao stepped forward unexpectedly, stood on the spot and tried to jump.

But after trying several times, I couldn't jump that high except for almost twisting my foot.

"I'm sorry everyone, I have to digest the scene just now, so that's the end of the live broadcast today."

After Qi Miao finished speaking, she turned off the live broadcast amid the barrage of sadness.

She sat back on the sofa, thinking wildly in her mind.

At this moment, Qi Miao's cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller is Gong Changju.

"Uncle Gong." Qi Miao answered the phone.

Gong Changju went straight to the point: "Miaomiao, the grandson of the head of the He family is going to hold a wedding banquet at the Yunxiao Hotel. If you are free, can you come with me, old man?"

"Ah?" Qi Miao said uneasily, "I don't know them either. Wouldn't it be impolite to go there rashly?"

"Of course not. You are Mr. Qi's descendant. If you go, it will only make the He family's wedding banquet more brilliant."

"But I'm not good at socializing." Qi Miao declined politely: "I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself if I go to such an occasion."

"Well." After a moment of silence, Gong Changju continued his invitation: "If you think about it this way, more people from the big family will come to visit Mr. Qi in the future. It might be a good idea for you to take this opportunity to exercise more."

Speaking of this, Gong Changju added: "Of course, I will not force you no matter what. It is up to you to decide whether to go or not."

Qi Miao frowned.

What Gong Changju said is not unreasonable. Every time the people who come to see Qi You are from a higher background than the last, if she doesn't grow up at all, she will only lose the face of her ancestors.

After thinking about this, Qi Miao also made a decision: "No problem, then I'll ask Uncle Gong to take me there."

"Okay." Gong Changju suddenly laughed: "In one hour, I will personally come to Tianshui Villa to pick you up."

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