Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Little Momo, Think about How You Want to Die
Duan Feihan had just stepped out of the bathroom when he received a call from Bai Chuwei. He paused for a moment, drying his hair with a towel as he listened to the girl’s distinctive voice.
She was the one who loved to call him “Hanhan,” no matter how much he tried to correct her, it was futile. Today, she used his full name.
With the white towel draped over his shoulders, Duan Feihan’s magnetic voice carried a slight chuckle, “You don’t like me watching that woman’s live stream?”
Bai Chuwei was blunt, “Keep watching, and I’ll gouge out your eyes.”
How could a proper Spiritual Qi Repository be contaminated by the demonic qi seeping out of those Demonic Arrays?
It was just like in “Journey to the West”, where all the fairies wanted to steam and cook Tang Seng’s flesh—none of the demons preferred smoked!
At her words, Duan Feihan chuckled softly. He continued toweling off his hair and explained, “I heard from a subordinate that Qi Mo was wildly gifting a female livestreamer, so I went to take a look. I turned it off after just a few seconds.”
But he had begun to question Qi Mo’s taste. The head of the Qi Family actually had such a peculiar preference.
However, since he was willing to spend money on the app under his control, Duan Feihan didn’t mind following Qi Mo’s lead—he didn’t mind making money.
The Salted Fish Video app mainly dealt with short videos and live streams, with strict requirements for live broadcasting, strictly prohibiting any risqué content, and requiring streamers not to dress too provocatively. The rules were stringent, but there was always someone who found loopholes to toe the line.
For example, Little Chunmeng, a streamer, liked to call viewers who sent gifts “hubby,” but surely they couldn’t be so strict as to forbid people from speaking that way, could they?p>
Bai Chuwei’s lips curled, “But isn’t she cheating in the competition for the ‘Goddess Ranking?’ She’s cheating, you know.”
In the live stream on the phone, Little Chunmeng was still energetically dancing. Bai Chuwei watched dispassionately as Qi Mo sent another luxurious yacht to the unattractive female streamer.
Haha, Qi Mo, you’re not even this good to your own ancestors, are you?
Right then, a flock of birds flew in. Little Chunmeng, panting from her dance, cooed, “These birds aren’t sleeping but came to see Mengmeng dance, thanks for the luxury yacht, Momo hubby.” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ nοvelfire.net
The next instant, Little Chunmeng let out a hysterical scream, “What the hell are you doing?!”
Several birds, acting in unison, flew towards the triple mirrors and pecked ferociously—
With several “crash” sounds, the mirrors were pecked into pieces and shattered on the ground.
Many viewers who were watching the live stream suddenly came to their senses as if a wake-up call had been sounded.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Little Chunmeng was on the verge of exploding—her mirrors were all smashed.
Looking back at the live stream, the number of viewers continued to drop rapidly, soon to plunge below the freezing point.
Completely panic-stricken, Little Chunmeng was about to speak to retain her “husbands” when an official warning popped up in the live stream, “Cheating detected in the stream, causing malicious competition and adverse effects, the live stream is now forcibly shut down.”
Little Chunmeng: “???”
Qi Mo touched his face, gradually coming to his senses.
What had he just done?
Seemed like he was gifting that streamer called Little Chunmeng again?
As he pondered, a little paper crane flew in from the direction of the window, settling steadily by his desk.
The paper crane, marked with red ink for eyes that were upturned with a mocking expression.
Qi Mo rubbed his temples wearily, unfolded the paper crane, and read the single line written on it:
“Little Momo, think about how you want to die.”
He figured he was done for.