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

Nancheng, Tianshui Villa.

After Qi Miao woke up, she walked directly to the window.

She opened the window, and it was cloudy outside. For some reason, she always felt a little uneasy.

Qi Miao stretched out, put on her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

Every time she washes herself, Qi Miao habitually scrolls through short videos on her phone.

But within a few strokes, she saw a familiar face.

"Is this Yu Wenqi?"

Qi Miao held her toothbrush in her mouth and frowned.

In the screen, Yu Wenqi's photo was placed on the upper right side of the screen.

In the middle of the camera stood a middle-aged man, crying and saying something.

Qi Miao rinsed her mouth and turned the volume up to the maximum volume.

"In this competition, my son went his own way and offended Miss Qi. On behalf of the Yuwen family, I solemnly apologize!"

"Mr. Yuwen, is your son's death related to Miss Qi Miao's competition?"

"It's irrelevant. Although Qi'er loves boxing, he has been suffering from heart disease since he was a child. This accident was caused by the heart disease he has had for many years."

Upon hearing this, Qi Miao squirted out the toothpaste.

She looked at the phone in disbelief.

What is all this mess?

Can you still train and box at such high intensity if you have a heart disease? Also won four consecutive international boxing championships?

Even though Qi Miao didn't understand boxing, she still felt that what Yu Wenhao said was too outrageous.

"This is the hospital certificate that my son has a heart condition."

Yu Wenhao made a fake medical record somewhere and showed it to the camera.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, the matter has come to this, and others can only let him accept it.

After Qi Miao finished washing, she opened the comment area while making breakfast.

[I can only say that Yu Wenqi brought the blame on himself. He still boxed when he had a heart disease. Wasn’t he making things difficult for himself? (Likes: 3.6w)】

[Sister Qi specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, please invite the next challenger to appear! (Likes: 5.9w)】

[Hello, kids, yes, I am Mr. Qi. I have just opened a martial arts gym. Friends who are interested in cultivating immortals are welcome to follow me. I have posted my contact information on my homepage. (Likes: 6.5w)】

[I think Yuwen Qi’s death is too strange. Why don’t the higher-ups investigate Qi Miao? (Likes: 9.8w)】

[Isn’t it a good thing for us ordinary people that cultivators kill people in public? Why are there so many brainless supporters in the comment area? (Like: 11w)】

[What are you arguing about? The Renyuwen family has said that it is none of Sister Qi's business, so it must be put on the line? (Likes: 12.6w)】

Qi Miao was sitting at the dining table eating a sandwich, her brows never relaxing.

Whether they were supporting her or opposing her, Qi Miao felt deeply uneasy.

Now that the cultivators of immortality have been exposed to the world, we don’t know whether it is good or bad for the current era.

And the most important thing is that she killed someone from the Yuwen family, and the other party just gave in?

"Is it because the shadow assassination failed that you gave in?"

Qi Miao's mind was in a mess, and she just hoped that this matter would pass as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the doorbell rang that she was brought back to reality.

After opening the door, Xue Qingfang was standing outside the door.

"Miaomiao, are you okay?"

Xue Qingfang walked into the villa with a worried look on her face: "You must not be affected by the rumors on the Internet."

As she spoke, she placed a palm-sized cake on the dining table.

"Come Miaomiao, I brought you breakfast, so don't eat these..."

Xue Qingfang glanced at the blackened sandwiches on the table and couldn't help but look horrified.

"what."

Qi Miao continued to nibble on the sandwich in her hand nonchalantly, and handed one to Xue Qingfang: "I made it myself, you can try it."

"Don't dare!"

Xue Qingfang took three steps back and said, "I've had breakfast."

"Would you like some more?"

"No, when I came here I had already eaten eight steamed buns, twelve steamed dumplings, seven fried dough sticks, and six cups of soy milk. It was... enough to hold me up."

Qi Miao was speechless for a while, then she took another bite of the sandwich: "Are you a pig?"

In order not to eat the breakfast made by Qi Miao, Xue Qingfang acquiesced in her identity as a pig.

"By the way." Xue Qingfang looked unnatural. She changed the subject and said, "Mr. Qi hasn't come back yet, has he?"

"No." Qi Miao took a sip of milk, her eyes a little lonely: "I don't know when I can go home."

Xue Qingfang nodded and glanced at the villa: "Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course." Qi Miao nodded happily and said, "It's too boring for me to live alone. Of course I am willing to come and accompany me."

During the day, Xue Qingfang watched Qi Miao's cultivation of immortality with curiosity, and asked each other a few questions from time to time.

It wasn't until evening that the two girls sat on the terrace of the villa and chatted.

"Did anything happen during the month you followed Mr. Qi after Yunxiao Hotel?"

Xue Qingfang asked curiously: "I always feel that you have become different after that month."

Qi Miao pursed her lips, thinking a lot in her mind.

She glanced at Xue Qingfang and did not answer the other party's question. Instead, she said to herself: "Qingfang, do you know? It turns out that cultivating immortals can really make people clear. I used to have a lot of questions, but in the cultivation I learned a lot from it.”

"For example..." Qi Miao glanced at Xue Qingfang, "For example, who is a friend and who is an enemy, I will have clearer boundaries in my mind."

"oh."

Xue Qingfang seemed a little distracted, "Did Mr. Qi say when he would come back?"

"Huh?" Qi Miao looked at the other party, "Why have you been asking about my ancestors all day?"

"Nothing." Xue Qingfang smiled awkwardly: "I'm just curious..."

"Nothing to be curious about." Qi Miao changed the subject and suddenly asked: "Do you still remember when I was in junior high school and was teased by that boy named Chen Yufeng?"

"of course."

Xue Qingfang nodded: "Why did you mention him suddenly?"

"It's nothing, just think of it as reminiscing about the past."

Qi Miao supported the balcony railing with both hands and looked at the stars in the night sky.

Her mouth was open, as if she had endless memories of her school days.

"When I was in high school, I was penniless, but you found me a rental house and paid the rent for three years."

After saying that, Qi Miao smiled and turned to look at Xue Qingfang: "Do you want me to pay it back now?"

"How much is that?" Xue Qingfang curled her lips disdainfully: "I, the eldest daughter of the Xue family, can I still give you three melons and two dates?"

"You still say I'm weird." As she said that, Xue Qingfang took two steps toward Qi Miao, with a smile in her eyes: "You started reminiscing about the past at a young age?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Miao's expression became extremely cold.

She slowly backed away, with a faint murderous intent in her eyes.

"Xue Qingfang, can I ask you a question?"

"What's wrong?" Xue Qingfang looked confused.

Qi Miao took a deep breath and her eyes became sharp: "Why do you want to kill me!?"

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