I'm a Funeral Streamer, and I Became Popular Online by Predicting the Future

After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...

Chapter 275 Drunken Madness Modification—Pay attention, this man's name is Xiao Shuai.

Yu He was beaten until his breathing became weak.

His lips had an unnatural bluish tinge.

Yu He concealed the hatred in her eyes, pretending to be timid, her lips trembling so much that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Based on my observation and understanding of Yan Jiu, she is very protective of her fans and will definitely stand up for them."

"The fact that Yan Jiu unexpectedly paid attention to the doll factory will definitely be overshadowed by today's disturbance."

After saying that.

Yu He closed her eyes.

Waiting for the second round of beatings.

To Yu He's surprise, Bafumie not only did not order an attack, but instead gently helped her up.

The devil's abnormal behavior often conceals a larger conspiracy, and Yu He dared not relax for a moment.

Bafumi brushed a stray hair from Yu He's temple and whispered in her ear, "Anyway, the fate of the Merfolk is in your hands. I think you should know what to do."

She went around behind Yu He and placed her fingertips on the back of the other's neck, tapping rhythmically.

They were as intimate as lovers or friends.

Wait until Baphumie and his men leave.

Yu He felt as if all her strength had been drained, and could only slump to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Of course she knew what she had to do.

She would die without regret as long as she could ruthlessly tear apart the Rosicrucian intelligence network and avenge her comrades.

Yu He closed her eyes. Many days had passed since she was taken away from Beihai by the Rose Cross.

She hugged herself tightly; ever since she was brought ashore, she could no longer sink back into the ocean that echoed her voice…

Sudden.

A blinding ray of light shone through the dilapidated window, and Yu He looked towards the gradually rising dawn.

The artist's paintbrush tore through the darkness, painting the beauty of the sunrise across the sky.

Dawn bestows upon the sunlight boundless warmth, allowing it to dispel the darkness of winter.

So.

Can the gloom in her heart be dispelled?

Does the Merfolk race have a future?