The next day, public opinion about the sudden suspension of the variety show "My Daily Life with Friends" finally saw a shocking reversal.

Because Hou Yu's initial response was somewhat vague, and he remained silent no matter how much the audience asked, and the participating guests also remained silent, some people speculated that the program team must have done something wrong and was ordered to stop broadcasting by the local government.

Such remarks became increasingly intense, to the point that even fans of several artists were afraid to speak out.

Unexpectedly, on Tuesday morning, the Guicheng government released a message on its official Weibo account, specifically praising the entire production team of "My Daily Life with Friends", saying that they cooperated with the local police to solve a major case.

As soon as the news came out, it quickly became the number one hot search.

The number of replays of "My Daily Life with Friends" increased at a visible rate, and the sudden popularity made Hou Yu, who had been staring at the computer, grin from ear to ear.

Then he took out his cell phone and sent more than ten thank-you messages to Yan Muhuai, and also gave him a big red envelope.

Ming Fei saw the news when she woke up in the morning and went out to buy breakfast.

After buying breakfast, she happily returned to Yan Muhuai's small courtyard. The big locust tree in the courtyard had already bloomed, and the whole city was filled with the fragrance of locust flowers.

But as soon as she entered the living room, she saw Yan Muhuai sitting on the sofa with a pale face, and a cardboard box in front of him.

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell again?" Ming Fei became nervous and hurried over to put down the breakfast in his hand and the wooden box containing the broken sword.

Yan Muhuai pushed the cardboard box weakly, "It's almost dead, see if you can save it."

"Huh?" Ming Fei took the cardboard box and opened it to see Thirty-Five, who looked like a shrunken figure lying in the box like a dead dog. "Hey, how did it become like this? Do you want to soak it in water?"

"It must be because you took the broken sword away." Yan Muhuai felt dizzy when he spoke, just like the symptoms of anemia.

He had just exchanged for a few months of life and had not used any magic during this period, so it was impossible for his body to suddenly become weak, so he speculated that this was related to Thirty-Five.

Thirty-five's physical discomfort will directly affect him as the host.

It's more troublesome to separate than not to separate.

Upon hearing this, Ming Fei quickly opened the box, took Thirty-Five out of the carton, and placed it on the broken sword.

After Sanshiwu touched the broken sword, just like a dead mobile phone connected to its own charger, its shriveled body quickly swelled up and turned back into a vibrant and elastic white slime.

It got better, and Yan Muhuai also clearly felt that the discomfort in his body disappeared.

Seeing that the slime was now white, Ming Fei felt relieved, knowing that it had no ability to drill into the broken sword.

She even poked Thirty-Five in a good mood, and then asked Yan Muhuai, "Why did Mr. Yan put it in the cardboard box?"

Maintaining a system is like raising a cat.

Yan Muhuai frowned slightly, thinking of Rong Jin's unreasonable and jealous request last night.

He was not allowed to take off his clothes in front of Thirty-Five, and he was not allowed to stay in the same room with Thirty-Five... He had no choice but to put Thirty-Five in a cardboard box and let it sleep in the living room.

As a result, he felt very uncomfortable when he woke up in the morning, and felt that it was related to Thirty-five. He went out of the room to take a look, and then saw the half-dead Thirty-five in the cardboard box.

Ming Fei came back soon.

"It's all because of that bastard boss of yours. Rong Jin and I are sworn enemies!" Sanshiwu had enough strength. Before Yan Muhuai could answer, he raised his little hand and shouted slogans.

Ming Fei opened his mouth in surprise and gave Thirty-Five a thumbs-up. "Brother, you have courage."

After dinner, Yan Muhuai packed up and prepared to go to the airport.

The box that Ming Fei customized for Canjian also arrived, but it couldn't pass security on the plane and needed to be checked in. Sanshiwu had to stay with Canjian, otherwise it would become dehydrated and affect Yan Muhuai's physical condition.

So Yan Muhuai made Thirty-five smaller and stuffed them into the box.

Although Thirty-five had no spiritual power, Ming Fei was still very tolerant of it and didn't care if it held on to the broken sword.

They took a car to the airport, got off the plane and took another car. They were on the road for almost the entire day. It was already evening when they arrived at the hotel in Fengcheng.

Thirty-five took advantage of Ming Fei's ordering and jumped onto Yan Muhuai's lap, "Master Host, I've come up with a brilliant way to extend your life."

Yan Muhuai raised an eyebrow and looked at it, "What method?"

"Although time is a bit tight, with less than a month left, you can use this short period of time to gain more fans. Then, before I'm blown to death, I'll help you convert all your merit points into lifespans, so you can live a long time."

Thirty-Five said this, even pulling up the backend to take a look. "The number of true fans you have now is linked to your Weibo followers. It's already 12,000, and it's increasing particularly rapidly today. If you continue this trend, and if you film more variety shows, some commercials, or TV dramas and movies, and do more business, and bring effective emotional value to the audience, your fan base will gradually grow."

Yan Muhuai curled the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to rub Sanshiwu's head.

His idea was the same as Thirty-Five's, to concentrate on his career and strive to gain more merit points before it exploded.

Rong Jin's favorability is already full. If there is no strategy mission to complete, there are only two ways for him to obtain merit points. One is to change the fate of people or wronged souls, and the other is to gain true fans.

The former is hard to come by and difficult to control, but the latter will be rewarded as long as he works hard.

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