A powerful being transmigrated into a book about the apocalypse, transforming into a popular top star. Upon arrival, she's immediately asked to perform? No worries, she's got this!
Wi...
She was like a lazy, noble Persian cat, her eyelids slightly lifted, her eyes deep and unfathomable, her cold gaze seemingly devoid of any emotion when she looked at anyone.
"Ersha, open the door."
Li Xin'er parted her thin lips slightly, and Ersha ran off quickly, wagging his tail.
Carl and his group walked in through the gate and stood in the courtyard. Carl spoke sincerely to Li Xin'er.
"Ms. Li, thank you so much for your help last night."
Li Xin'er scanned the twelve people who had come over. Two were being carried unconscious, a large, dark-skinned man had his arm in a sling, and the others were all injured to varying degrees, their clothes covered in dust and dirt.
"Hmm, he looks quite disheveled; his abilities need improvement."
No one refuted Li Xin'er's words. Apart from Carl, who had excellent mental fortitude, and Gavin, who was not so shameless, no one on the field dared to look her in the eye.
They all lowered their heads in shame; indeed, this was the most embarrassing time they had ever been.
"I don't keep useless people around me. Tell me what you all do?"
Li Xin'er waved her hand, releasing a sofa chair from her spatial storage. She sat down in the courtyard, waiting for them to introduce themselves.
Everyone in Zhan Yi had heard from Ali how amazing Li Xin'er was and how much stuff she had collected. Even Ali, though he talked about it enthusiastically, had never actually seen it with his own eyes.
Li Xin'er's display of skill broadened the horizons of those who had never witnessed spatial abilities before.
That kind of admiration for the strong was subtly taking hold at this time.
Gavin's reaction was the most exaggerated; he practically had hearts popping out of his eyes when he looked at Li Xin'er.
She's so cool...
I love it so much...
Carl took two steps forward and stood in front of Li Xin'er.
"Carl, codenamed Eagle, is skilled in sniping and close combat..."
When talking about close combat, Carl's ear tips turned red, which was unusual for him.
After all, he was Li Xin'er's defeated opponent, so he sounded a little guilty saying that.
Li Xin'er raised her hand to stop them; none of this interested her.
"Stop. Let's not talk about combat skills. Let's talk about something more mundane, like whether you can cook?"
"meeting."
"Okay, from now on you'll be in charge of my three meals a day."
Li Xin'er quickly made a decision, then waved to the others behind Carl, who were staring in disbelief and doubting their own hearing.
"Quickly, next one."