Chapter 117 Give me a few more minutes on the microphone
Ten days really passed by counting the time bit by bit.
Jun Mo was really busy, and he left in a hurry before dawn that night.
Qiao Bai rubbed his waist, which had already healed, and looked at the reagents on the table.
In his previous life, Amo gave him a reagent, but he didn't drink it, and finally gave it to Amo.
In this life, Amo gave him another reagent.
"Emperor, don't you want to drink?"
Qiao Bai looked at his former younger brother, You Li, who had adapted very well to his new human identity, and sighed again.
"I...I don't know."
In his previous life, there was a period of time when he really wanted to become a human again.
But after experiencing Mo Hongxiao's backstabbing, he felt that it was this zombie identity that allowed him to see the true face of humans and find true friends.
So now, he is not very willing to turn back into a human.
"I will definitely drink this bottle of reagent. Ah Mo is a human, and I will definitely grow old with him." Qiao Bai picked up the reagent and sniffed it. "But I don't know why, I have an inexplicable feeling that as long as I drink it, something terrible will happen."
You Li nodded as if understanding. "It's really quite remarkable. I still remember that after I drank the potion that day, my mind became clear."
Qiao Bai: “…” That’s it?
Qiao Bai was a little hesitant. He always felt that there were far more changes than just this.
A bell rang outside the window.
Yu Li immediately took out his phone and turned on the live broadcast: "Emperor, it's started."
Today is the day to announce the end of the mode.
Qiao Bai put away the reagent and stared at You Li's phone intently.
A familiar handsome face appeared on the screen.
It’s Amo.
It was rare for Qiao Bai to see Jun Mo so serious. His clothes were buttoned up meticulously, his expression was cold and his eyes were sharp.
Quite cool.
Is this the true side of A-Mo when he is not around?
Not really.
In other words, the one in front of him was the real A-Mo with flesh and blood, and the one who appeared now was just the leader of the superpowers, Jun Mo.
Qiao Bai convinced himself and continued to look at his ex with satisfaction.
...It's quite boring.
If his man wasn't going to speak later, he really didn't want to listen at all.
After talking for a long time, it was still not Jun Mo's turn, and Qiao Bai was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep.
Sure enough, no matter what time, long words are the best side dish for dozing off.
"...Next, please invite the leader of the superpowers, Jun Mo, to speak."
The two words "Jun Mo" were like a switch, and Qiao Bai, who was originally dozing off, immediately became alert!
Sit up straight, grab some potato chips, and get ready to listen to Lao Gong’s impassioned speech!
Jun Mo adjusted the microphone, his handsome face firm and indifferent, and he slowly uttered seven words: "I declare that the apocalypse is over."
As a result, just as Qiao Bai opened the potato chips package, he saw Jun Mo push the microphone away and sit back down.
Qiao Bai: “…”
Qiao Bai: “???”
May I ask?
Did I just lose my memory?
What did Amo say?
Not only Qiao Bai, the whole world was stunned for several seconds because of Jun Mo's short seven words.
Including the host.
After making sure that Jun Mo would not speak anymore, the host laughed dryly in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.
Qiao Bai was not very satisfied, so he lowered his head and gave Jun Mo a series of fatal punches.
"Amomo, what's wrong with you?"
"It's a national live broadcast. I've got all the chips ready. I want to hear your speech, and all you give me is seven words?"
'Are you serious?'
"Amomo, I'm warning you, you're the leader of the superpowers now. You can't be so perfunctory!"
Jun Mo has two mobile phones, one for public use and one exclusively for contacting Qiao Bai (the one with Qiao Bai's photo). The public phone is now on silent mode, and the other one, which is only used by Qiao Bai, is set to the lowest volume.
So in the live broadcast where few people dared to breathe, most people heard the ringtone from Jun Mo's cell phone.
"Crack, click, click."
"Crack, click, click."
"Crack, click, click."
The leader sitting next to Jun Mo saw that Jun Mo, who had been serious since entering the venue, picked up his mobile phone, raised the corners of his lips, and then started to look at it openly.
After reading all the messages from Qiao Bai, Jun Mo smiled even more and interrupted the host's attempt to smooth things over.
"Feel sorry."
"Give me a few more minutes on the mic."
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