An Rugu had a private chat with the first destined person [Liang Jian], and made a phone call after they communicated well.

Soon, a man in his forties or fifties appeared on the screen. It was the night of New Year's Eve, and many people were watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating New Year's Eve dinner at home, but Liang Jian was different from ordinary people.

He was wearing a safety helmet and his face was a little dusty. Only a street lamp could barely illuminate his face.

Behind me is a high-rise building under construction. To ensure the smooth progress of the construction process, scaffolding is hanging outside, and it is obvious that it has not been completed yet.

Liang Jian was holding his cell phone, walking forward breathlessly, with some obvious urgency on his face.

There were other men of similar age around him, all with frightened looks on their faces.

Liang Jian found that the live broadcast room was connected, and An Rugu's figure appeared on his phone. The heavy stone in his heart fell a little, and he said quickly as if he had found a savior: "Oh, anchor, you are simply my timely rain. I just ran into a big trouble, and then I won the prize. It turns out that there is always a way out."

【Welcome the first great enemy! Happy New Year! 】

[I just watched a live broadcast this morning, but I still miss the unlucky guy so much, hahaha. ]

[Don't run away. The camera is shaking. I'm already feeling dizzy. Let's talk it over nicely.]

Liang Jian saw the welcoming audience from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt bitter as if he had eaten coptis. He sighed and kept moving his feet: "I used to be one of those who welcomed the wronged, but I didn't expect that the law of fate would turn around and no one would be spared by heaven. I couldn't escape it after all!"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked back. Seeing no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned around to complain to the camera: "I'm a construction contractor. On New Year's Eve this year, I should have been at home eating New Year's Eve dinner with my children and watching the Spring Festival Gala. But the person on duty at the construction site suddenly told me that something strange had happened. I put down my chopsticks and rushed to the construction site."

He often reads storytelling and asks himself questions: "Guess what happened to me. I don't think you will ever encounter something so bizarre in your life! My friends were all scared, and I was the only one brave enough to accompany him to see what was going on."

The audience, who were originally laughing, were startled by the performance of "Drawing the Sword". Their hearts rose to their throats and they became nervous.

[If you ask me to guess and I guess, then do I still have face? ]

[Oh my god, I heard that safety accidents are prone to happen at construction sites. Is there anyone who died at your site?]

[Sherlock Holmes is here. If someone died, how could the contractor still be in the live broadcast room? He must have called the police.]

Liang Jian looked at the speculations in the comments, shook his head fiercely, and said excitedly: "No one died at our construction site, but we did dig up a dead body before."

Audience in the live broadcast room: “???”

[Wow, I just exclaimed. Listening to weird stories on New Year's Eve is so fucking exciting.]

[This is much more exciting than the Spring Festival Gala! ]

[Those who are destined to meet should think more positively. Our country has a long history, and a person can circle the earth. There is no place where people have not died. What's so strange about it? ]

[Of course the destined person will be panicking. Could there be an ancient tomb underneath? If it is a large ancient tomb, then this project may be delayed indefinitely. Don't ask me how I know this, because I am a civil engineer and I will cry if I talk too much.]

[Ancient tomb? Anchor, you are here for business! ]

The audience became more and more excited as they talked, thinking that there was an ancient tomb underneath.

However, Liang Jian slowly shook his head: "Are you talking about the ancient tombs of kings, princes, generals and ministers? Not that kind of ancient tomb."

"All we dug out were bones. I suspect there's a mass grave underneath!

What is so worthy of protection for this ancient mass grave? After the New Year, I have to discuss with them what to do. "

Liang Jian was a bit fat, with a big pot belly, and he panted and said, "This is not the only strange thing we have encountered on our construction site. The person on duty today told me that when he was patrolling, he encountered a ghost wall and was circling around on the upper floor and couldn't get out.

He could only turn around, and then suddenly someone pushed him back. With a start, he found himself standing at the elevator entrance! "

"The elevator hasn't been installed yet. It's just a deep well, thirty stories high. If someone hadn't pushed him back, he would have been smashed to pieces if he fell down!"

"But the weird thing is that he came here alone today. No one was with him. How could anyone push him?"

"So, we all suspected that it was a ghost!"

The man next to him nodded heavily: "I am that person. I swear, I am absolutely not lying. I couldn't find the stairs to go down. When I finally found the stairs, I was suddenly pushed by someone. It turned out that there was no staircase in front of me, but a deep well. I almost peed myself!"

The two people's words made the audience in the live broadcast room gasp.

[Oh my god, I counted on my fingers and you guys are haunted! ]

[You are really unlucky. Even birds flying in the mountains cannot beat you. Hug me. If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune in the future.]

[Am I the only one who thinks this ghost still has some conscience? Although he teased others at first, he finally stopped in the end and finally did not cause any disaster. ]

[That is also a harmful ghost, the anchor should quickly take this monster away! ]

Liang Jian slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot your rules. I'll pay the divination fee right away."

"I am full of righteousness and I am not afraid of ghosts, but my friend is very scared. There are so many people on the construction site. It would be bad if they caused a commotion."

"Host, please take that evil ghost away. You will be rewarded handsomely when the time comes."

An Rugu and Liang Jian were both live streaming on their mobile phones. The screens were shaking, blurry and trembling, but fortunately the faces could be seen clearly.

An Rugu took the little zombie and Wei Yu to find a place to rest, let them play for a while, and then wrote down the face of the destined person and calculated with her fingers.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "My dear, you guessed wrong. This is not a mass grave. It is much more special than a mass grave."

The brave Liang Jian was stunned, with a nonchalant expression: "We dug up a few corpses. They were dressed very simply, and their clothes were so rotten that they couldn't be seen in shape. How could they be rich? If not a mass grave, what else could it be?"

An Rugu paused and gave an unbelievable answer: "This is a place of war."

"The battlefield is filled with evil spirits, as well as the murderous and violent spirits of the soldiers. These three kinds of energy are condensed and do not disperse, rising straight into the sky, making it an excellent place to raise corpses."

Bright Sword: "!!!"

The audience in the live broadcast room: “!!!”

[Oh my god, this is a very dangerous place. Wrap me tightly in my little quilt. According to the law of the underworld, ghosts cannot harm people in the quilt! ]

【Demons and ghosts retreat! 】

[To be honest, is this soldier ghost more powerful than ordinary ghosts? ]

This time, not only the audience in the live broadcast room were frightened, but also the brave man Liang Jian was frightened.

He swallowed, showing unusual nervousness.

It turns out that it's not just a ghost, but a battlefield!

Wouldn't that mean there are tens of thousands of ghosts?

He suddenly felt the surroundings were gloomy and he felt as if he was falling into an icy cave. The familiar construction site seemed to have taken on a completely different appearance.

Liang Jian got goosebumps all over his body and became nervous. His voice was trembling, completely different from his previous calm appearance: "I thought there were only one or two ghosts. What should I do? Anchor, please save me!"

As he spoke, he and his friend quickly ran towards the entrance of the construction site, not wanting to stay there for another second.

My friend who was on duty here complained with a sad face: "I heard that if you encounter special incidents now, you can call the police and transfer the case to the special management bureau. I asked you to find those people to handle it, but you insisted on coming to see it yourself, saying that if you are not afraid of ghosts, ghosts can't hurt you. Aren't you very brave? Why are you running away?"

Liang Jian was extremely embarrassed. "How would I know this is an ancient battlefield? The ghosts here kill people without blinking an eye, and there are more than one of them. Even if I am not afraid of ghosts, I can't stand so many of them!"

"I told you to be brave, so I shouldn't have trusted you and come here. If something happens today, what will happen to my family? They are still waiting for me to come home for the New Year."

"My family is waiting for me to go home for the New Year, okay?" Liang Jian felt guilty: "Don't worry, I'm lucky to have won the prize, the host will help us, no matter what kind of evil ghost it is, it will kneel when it sees the host."

An Rugu held the phone steady and looked at the destined person on the screen. Seeing him running non-stop, she stopped him and said, "Don't point the camera at yourself. Turn the camera around now and let me see behind you. I don't think they are evil spirits."

Not an evil ghost?

Liang Jian was stunned for a moment, but out of trust in the host, he thought about it and decided to stop and point the phone behind him.

An Rugu closed her eyes, pinched her fingers, calculated carefully, and frowned slightly: "I know, in fact, this is not an ancient battlefield, but a modern battlefield."

"Before the founding of the country, foreign invaders were rampant, and the mall you are in was the front line. A fierce battle once took place here. The corpses were buried by mudslides, but the souls did not disperse, nor did they reincarnate. They became wandering ghosts."

Bright Sword: "!!!"

The audience in the live broadcast room: “!!!”

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone fell into a daze.

The originally fierce barrage of comments stopped for a long time before someone finally came to their senses and started posting comments.

[So the bodies that the destined person dug out were the remains of heroes? They were ragged and worn out, and I cried. ]

[Wow, why are my tears flowing? That period was truly a national disaster, with countless people sacrificing their lives and sweating for their country. Just reading about it in history books makes me feel sad.]

[Alas, this is not tears, this is sand in my eyes. 】

Liang Jian froze, and it took him a long time to react. Complex emotions were swirling in his heart, and his eyes were a little sore: "Is it the battlefield of that period? Then I won't panic..."

He is afraid of evil spirits, but those who fight for the country are heroic souls. What is there to be afraid of heroic souls?

"Well, if you are not afraid, go back now. There is a pavilion there. Let me take a closer look at what is going on on this battlefield."

"I'll go now!" Liang Jian said he was not afraid and he really was not afraid. He rolled up his sleeves, turned around and walked back.

His friends were not so scared anymore. They were people defending the country, so how could they be harmed?

As for the ghost wall...the heroic spirits are too boring, so it’s no big deal to tease him a little.

They returned to the pavilion and, following An Rugu's instructions, pointed their phones towards the southeast.

An Rugu stared at it for a long time without saying anything.

Liang Jian was getting impatient, and wanted to know what An Rugu had seen, so he couldn't help but ask, "Host, did you see those heroic spirits? Can you show them to me, too?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Liang Jian did not hesitate and said directly: "Don't be afraid, they are the cutest people. My grandfather is a veteran from that era. I have listened to him talk about what happened back then since I was a child."

"He said he should have died, but a comrade pulled him down from the trench and dodged the bullets, but his comrade died later. He kept telling me that his life was given to him by his comrades."

"He said the troops suffered heavy casualties. After each battle, they would recruit many new soldiers, teenagers in their teens and twenties. The new soldiers had never seen blood, so when they heard the enemy firing artillery, they would run around and be killed before they even saw the enemy."

"Although veterans have a lot of experience, they die the fastest. When they encounter a tough enemy, that's when they take the lead. The death rate of the suicide squad is the highest."

"Compared to those who have made great military achievements, my grandfather's experience is very ordinary. After the war, he returned home and got married. But I still admire my grandfather very much!"

The friend next to him had longing in his eyes: "I also want to see what those heroic spirits look like."

Seeing that he wanted to see so much, An Rugu simply took out some cinnabar yellow paper from her backpack and drew an eye-opening talisman on it, allowing them to temporarily have the ability to see with the Yin-Yang eyes.

In an instant, another world appeared before my eyes and a deafening sound came to my ears.

When they saw what was in front of them clearly, it was as if the soles of their feet were filled with cement, and they had taken root in the ground, unable to move.

The battlefield was filled with soldiers, like a flood. The battlefield was clearly divided into two halves. One half was wearing simple blue clothes, and the other half was wearing green well-tailored clothes.

The shouts of charging forward were endless, swords clashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood was scattered in the air.

A blue-clad soldier had a bloody face and stains all over his face. He could not help making painful sounds in his throat, blood was constantly dripping down his body, and his back was covered with bloody marks.

He fell to the ground, but quickly stood up again, with a heroic spirit of fighting to the death in his eyes. He brandished the bloody weapon and rushed towards the enemy quickly.

The endless battlefield was like a hell on earth, filled with smoke and the flames reflecting a blood-red color.

Liang Jian could vaguely hear the words of the heroes in the deafening roar, and also heard the language of another country.

When Liang Jian saw such a tragic battlefield, tears flashed in his eyes and he couldn't help but shout towards the battlefield: "Kill, kill, kill! Kill all these bastards!"

The soldiers of their country did so, but no one noticed Liang Jian, as if he didn't exist at all.

Liang Jian shouted until his voice became hoarse. After a long time, he realized that others seemed to be unable to hear him, so he looked carefully.

Soldiers on both sides of the enemy were mechanically repeating two actions - fighting and falling to the ground.

Their eyes were bloodshot, as if the only thing they could see was the enemy, and they couldn't hear anything else.

Liang Jian was stunned: "Anchor, what's going on? Can't they hear me? This is different from the ghost I imagined."

He used to squat in An Rugu's live broadcast room and had seen a few people encounter ghosts. Although he didn't have the ability to see ghosts, he couldn't see what the ghosts looked like, but from what An Rugu said, those ghosts were very smart.

How come these heroic spirits and invaders are the same as machines?

An Rugu counted on his fingers and sighed softly: "I have said before in the live broadcast room that if ghosts stay in the human world for too long, it is inevitable that their yin energy will dissipate and they will lose their minds."

"Moreover, the resentment, anger and evil spirit here are overwhelming, and they have lost their minds. It may be that their last conscious mind makes them want to kill the enemy until death, so after turning into ghosts, they still keep fighting."

"They are now mechanically repeating the scene of the day they died."

Bright Sword: "!!!"

"So this is an infinite loop?"

"That's right."

Liang Jian was stunned, his eyes moistened: "After so many years, how many times have they repeated it?"

“Too many to count.”

Many viewers in the live broadcast room felt very uncomfortable. Although they didn't see what the battlefield looked like, they felt heartbroken just by listening to the retelling.

[Wow, my tears are worthless. ]

[In the past, I could only see the tip of the iceberg from historical materials, but now I can face that history directly. They are all the cutest people! ]

[We have already won this battle, there is no need to fight any further! Please, MC, please make them stop this cycle and regain their sanity. 】

[We have driven away the invaders. Now the country is safe and sound, and the people are peaceful. You should rest in peace.]

Although he is already a middle-aged man with a lot of experience, Liang Jian still couldn't help crying. Tears fell down his cheeks. The hot tears flowed down his cheeks. He spoke with a nasal tone and a hoarse voice: "Anchor, can you help them? I can't bear to watch it. It's so painful."

He is different from many viewers, his grandfather is a veteran, and when he saw this group of people, it was like seeing his grandfather.

They are much more miserable than my grandfather. They sacrificed their lives for the country, but their bodies are buried in an unknown place and their bones are dissolved in the mud.

The soul also loses its mind, becomes confused and dazed, and only knows how to kill the enemies. It is trapped in an endless cycle and cannot end it on its own initiative.

If they hadn't been digging the foundation here and happened to connect to the anchor's live broadcast room, they wouldn't have known that a group of heroic souls were in hell!

"Of course." An Rugu pondered for a long time and said, "They are now unconscious, unable to communicate, and unable to reincarnate normally. When the time comes, I will send them directly to the underworld and hand them over to special people for treatment.

They should return to normal and then reincarnate."

She had met a destined person who was not stingy before.

The father of the destined person ignored the Feng Shui master's advice and insisted on moving the grave in a Feng Shui treasure land. Without even giving the owner of the grave a proper burial, he directly stole the gold, silver and treasures inside.

As a result, the destined person is haunted by a poor and confused ghost.

She sent the poor ghost to the underworld. She checked on her paper phone before and found that the tomb owner had regained his sanity and was living a good life in the underworld.

Although the family of Youyuanren was no longer plagued by poverty, they were still immoral and their luck declined. The casino they opened was closed down and they now live in poverty.

In short, these souls can regain their sanity and become normal by going to the underworld.

Liang Jian said kindly: "Then host, please send them down quickly! Don't let them suffer so much pain anymore!"

Although he was an outsider, he could see that this was a time-consuming and laborious task, so he gave a lot of gifts as a reward.

The gift animation in the live broadcast room is extremely gorgeous and eye-catching.

"Okay, I'll have someone go there to handle it."

Liang Jian sniffed and asked curiously, "I heard that the country has a department that specializes in this area, and it seems to be called the Special Management Bureau. Do you want to invite someone from the Special Management Bureau?"

"No." An Rugu picked up the paper phone and opened the ghost messenger app on the phone: "The Special Management Bureau is the police in the world of the living. When they go there, they still have to find ghost messengers to take the souls to the underworld. I will directly ask the police in the underworld to do it, which will be more efficient."

In fact, she could also use a necromancy spell to summon these souls. But there were too many people on the battlefield, and she probably wouldn't be able to finish the painting even if her hands were broken.

Liang Jian and his friends: “…”

Audience in the live broadcast room: “…”

[66666 anchor actually knows the ghost messenger, does he have such a wide network of contacts? He walks sideways between the Yin and Yang worlds. ]

[Too naive, the anchor himself is a ghost messenger, a civil servant in the underworld system, eating the food of the underworld country. ]

After An Rugu contacted the local ghost messenger, who was also the local police officer, she put away her paper phone and caught a glimpse of everyone discussing her identity as a ghost messenger.

In fact, she is not just a ghost now.

She had helped the underworld collect many souls before, and this time she sent the three stars of Sha Po Lang to the underworld. Meng Po sent her a message, saying that she had been promoted to the highest level among the underworld officials, that is, the tenth level underworld official.

She said that after her death she should be able to become the King of Ghosts, maybe even the City God of Nancheng!

Liang Jian was overjoyed to see An Rugu was willing to help those soldiers, and he quickly thanked him: "Anchor, you are so kind. By the way, was the ghost wall my friend saw because of them?"

“Yes, there are two evil spirits in this place, one comes from foreign invaders, and the other comes from our own soldiers.

The former puts your friend in a state of panic, while the latter saves him. "

The friend who had drawn the sword had tears in his eyes, and felt a heavy sense of security in his heart: "I thought it was the Heroic Souls who were teasing me, but it turned out to be those idiots who were playing tricks on me! Fortunately, the Heroic Souls helped me, otherwise I would have been killed by them."

The audience in the live broadcast room was furious. Just as they were moved by the ghosts, they now hated the foreign invaders.

[Can you tell me the address? I have scattered their ashes. These people are still trying to harm our country after their death. They don't deserve to be buried in our country.]

【Send them to the underworld, and the underworld will feel unlucky. 】

[Please, host, make these scum disappear into thin air! ]

[By the way, they are not from our country, can they enter our country's underworld? Will they be deported? ]

Seeing that the audience was very curious, An Rugu explained, "Decades ago, wars broke out frequently and many people died in the motherland. Not only locals, but also foreigners. As long as they died in their own country, they would go to their own underworld.

Those who commit crimes in their country will be punished, and those who do good deeds can be reincarnated.”

"As for letting them turn to ashes, forget it. As a ghost messenger, I have to follow the rules and regulations. Let them go to the underworld to be judged first."

A long time ago, a man from the mortal world was chosen by the underworld to be a judge in the underworld. After returning, he wrote a book called “Questions and Answers about the Netherworld”, which detailed various things about the underworld, including records about foreigners.

If a foreigner dies in his own country, he will of course go to his own country's underworld.

[Can Hahahahaha be judged? Well done! ]

[I suddenly feel that the closure of the underworld is a good thing. If the invaders are sent back, they will probably be worshiped as heroes. ]

When Youyuanren Liangjian heard that the foreign invaders would be tried, he felt much more comfortable: "I will contact the relevant people at that time and bury the remains of the heroic souls properly. By the way, host, can you help the hero find his relatives?"

"I heard that many people in that era were lost and their lives or deaths are unknown. They are heroes of the motherland and they should not be unknown. It would be great if their families knew that they were heroes and martyrs and were proud of them."

"But there are too many people here. If it's difficult to handle, forget it."

Many viewers in the live broadcast room were as deeply touched as the person with the destiny, and they strongly agreed with his suggestion.

[Send the message and I will forward it. You have protected the mountains and rivers, and it is our turn to protect you! ]

【Your family will be proud of you! 】

An Rugu thought for a long time before an idea suddenly occurred to him. He said, "We do have a Nian Beast Department at Chuyun Temple that can help people find their relatives. Now they often help the government find missing women and children. You should collect the remains and hand them over to the government. The people in the Nian Beast Department will naturally contact the government officials."

"Too much time has passed, I can't guarantee that I will be able to find them. After they go to the underworld and regain their consciousness, they should be able to remember a lot of information and maybe they can find their families. If that doesn't work, I can help them tell fortunes."

Liang Jian was so happy that he danced with excitement like a child: "Really? That's great, thank you host!"

An Rugu chatted with the destined person for a while, told them that the ghost messenger and government people would intervene, and then hung up the phone.

The audience in the live broadcast room were still immersed in what had just happened, and the barrage of passed comments by like meteors.

[This must be a big project. The host and the country are so kind. Help the martyrs find their relatives and let them have a good New Year! ]

[Many people in that era were indifferent to life and death. They fought to protect their country, not for fame and fortune. They were really pure.]

【The country is safe and sound, and we pay tribute to the martyrs. 】

【May the world be peaceful and no more heroes! 】

An Rugu contacted the second destined person [Lonely Empty City] in the background, and made a phone call after communicating.

After the connection was successfully established, a man in his twenties appeared on the screen.

He is fair-skinned, has slightly curly hair, and is quite handsome.

But there are some dark circles under his eyes, and he seems to be in a bad mood and looks very tired.

Lonely Empty City held up his phone, waved at the camera, pulled up the corners of his mouth, and smiled brightly: "Hello, anchor, I'm different from the previous destined person. I'm not unlucky at all. I'm living a good life and I can't be an unlucky person."

Many viewers in the live broadcast room saw that he looked good, and the comments became lively again.

[You are a handsome guy, and your sister is divorced and has no children. I can give you 30,000 yuan a month. Do you want to lie down and do you want to lie down? ]

[Sister, I don't want to work hard anymore. What's so good about him? Why don't you just look at me? ]

[Sister, this is my contact information, please contact me quickly, don't be ungrateful! ]

[Don't be too happy too soon, the last person who said this has so many cheating buddies that he could raise horses.]

"Don't think about me anymore. I already have someone I like. I am a man of integrity. Don't try to seduce me."

Lonely Empty City had a smile on his face. He gave out the divination money with a smile and couldn't wait to tell his purpose: "I have decided what I want to be divined for. I want to be with my dream lover."

Upon hearing that their destined person already had someone they liked, many people in the live broadcast room who were interested in him suddenly felt very bored and sighed.

[As expected, all the good-looking ones have girlfriends. 】

[You don't chase your dream lover, but come to the anchor to ask for help. Congratulations to the anchor for getting the part-time job of Yue Lao! ]

An Rugu stared at the other person's face and felt something was wrong, so she said, "Your dream lover should not just be someone you like, right?"

Lonely Empty City laughed and immediately nodded in response: "Yes, the lover in my dream means exactly what it says, the lover in my dream!"

"There are so many viewers in the live broadcast room. I wonder if anyone is like me. Since I was a child, I almost always dream when I sleep. The dreams are all kinds of strange, and I can still remember them clearly after waking up."

"And the beauty of it is that those worldviews are very complete and logical. Others may find it annoying to have too many dreams, but I don't. Dreams are my second world. When I'm stressed out by study or work, dreams are my way of passing the time.

I can really relax in my dreams.”

"About three years ago, I dreamed of a woman. She was very beautiful and exactly my ideal type."

"In the dream, I was in college. I liked her so much that I took the initiative to pursue her. After we became a couple, we usually went to the library to study, went to the park to play on the swings, watched movies and had meals.

We have done everything a normal couple should do in our dreams."

"She was so much in line with my fantasy of a significant other that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to dream about her in the future. Fortunately, my brain is really special, and every day since then, I have been able to dream about her whenever I want to."

"In my dream, we finished college, found jobs, and became office workers. I also met each other's parents. They were very satisfied with me and agreed that I would marry their daughter."

At this point, Lonely Empty City showed a bit of bitterness on his face, and he was completely different from before: "But she is the person in my dream now. I can only meet her in my dream. How can I really marry her?"

Seeing his genuine feelings, An Rugu asked curiously, "Do you think she is a real person? Do you want to be with her in real life?"

Lonely Empty City nodded heavily, his tone very sincere: "At first I simply thought that I had a special brain, but later I dreamed of her every day, and I felt something was wrong. No matter how special your brain is, you can't dream about the same person every day, right?

It wasn't until I saw your live broadcast that I suddenly understood. There are special powers in the world!"

"So my girlfriend and I are so destined to be together that we can meet in our dreams even though we are thousands of miles apart?"

"She's too real to be my construct."

"I want to find her and be with her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience in the live broadcast room were all stunned.

[Good fellow, this is truly my dream lover. ]

[Oh my god, we are destined to meet in a dream, this is too sweet, I am dying! ]

[Is it too late to make a wish for my idol to come into my dream now? 】

[I have so many handsome men. If one of them could enter my dream, wouldn't it be awesome?]

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