"Xiaoyun sits here so shyly, like a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth."
"When I close the computer, all I see is the stark white of the wall; when I touch the screen, it's as hard as a physical screen. Only when I close my eyes can I vaguely imagine myself holding hands with Xiaoyun, happily spinning around together."
"..."
Mu Liuyun, who had been smiling at the camera the whole time, gradually changed her relaxed and cheerful expression.
As time went by, that radiant smile seemed to be pulled little by little by an invisible force, becoming more and more stiff.
The reason she lost control of her expression was the barrage of comments scrolling across the screen.
Those densely packed words seemed to have a life of their own, constantly flooding into Mu Liuyun's brain.
At first, Mu Liuyun tried hard to read and respond to every comment, but gradually, he felt a deep sense of exhaustion creeping over him. No matter how hard he and Sister Wang tried to change the subject and engage in various interesting interactions with fans, 70% of the comments still revolved around the four words "Xiang Chao Xiaoyun".
However, Mu Liuyun was helpless in the face of this.
After all, his outstanding appearance was simply too dazzling. He was as beautiful as a fairy who had stepped out of a book, pure and ethereal, yet he also possessed a unique masculine charm. This combination of strength and gentleness made him the impeccable image of the perfect partner in the eyes of many.
Thinking of this, Mu Liuyun couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If he had known earlier that his androgynous appearance was so popular, he would have chosen to enter the live streaming industry earlier in his previous life. He wouldn't have had to work day and night at that unscrupulous company and ultimately suffer the tragic end of sudden death.
Just then, Sister Wang, who was standing to the side, noticed the complex expression on Mu Liuyun's face, which was both shy and helpless.
She smiled slightly, then gently reached out and stroked Mu Liuyun's head, letting out a long, dramatic sigh.
"All Xiaoyun needs to do is be cute, but we have a lot more to do."
Mu Liuyun turned her head slightly, glared at Sister Wang fiercely, and then quickly turned her head back, ignoring her completely, not even bothering to utter a single word.
He simply lowered his head silently, his slender fingers dancing across the phone screen again, sending a message to Zhang Rui: "Brother Zhang, is Old Mo still not making a move?"
Not long after, Zhang Rui replied.
"Hmm, this guy is lying on the riverbank, not moving at all. He looks like he's asleep. Let me see if there's any way to tie him up first."
Upon seeing this message, Mu Liuyun couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Huh?"
However, just as he was about to ask something more, he found that the other party had stopped responding.
Helpless, Mu Liuyun could only stare blankly at her phone screen, unsure of what to do.
But he quickly came to his senses and refocused his attention on the camera in front of him and the constantly scrolling comments in the live stream.
About ten minutes later, the phone Mu Liuyun was holding suddenly vibrated again.
His heart tightened, and he hurriedly unlocked the phone to check the newly received message.
Sure enough, it was Zhang Rui who sent the message: "Tie him up!"
The two simple words startled Mu Liuyun at first, then she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah?"
That simple?
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"Then I'll head back first to help my son make steamed buns."
The village chief smiled and looked at Chu Yaqin and the other two.
Not long ago, the village chief witnessed his son's brave and righteous actions, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, deeply moving him. Therefore, he decided to reward this sensible child today, personally helping him make dumplings so that he could go home early to take care of his business with his wife.
At this time, Lin Yaodong had been tied up with ropes and was unable to move.
Hearing that the village chief was leaving, Chu Yaqin nodded: "Thank you, village chief."
The village chief waved his hand and replied heartily, "Why are you being so formal with me? This little bit of trouble is nothing for Xiao Mu Liuyun."
After saying that, the old village chief walked out of Er Ya's shop with firm and powerful steps.
His straight back and proud head made him look exactly like a triumphant hero.
After the village chief's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Chu Yaqin slowly withdrew her gaze and refocused it on Lin Yaodong in front of her.
Ever since seeing Lao Mo's surveillance footage, Lin Yaodong has seemed to become mute, keeping his lips tightly closed and remaining silent.
Even when he was tied up, he was surprisingly compliant and cooperative, keeping his head down the whole time, making it difficult to see his true expression and thoughts.
"Lin Yaodong, is this all the ability and methods you have?"
Chu Yaqin casually tossed her phone to Lin Yaodong; it contained a photo that Zhang Rui had just sent.
In the photo, Lao Mo is bound hand and foot and writhing on the ground, while next to him, Zhang Rui is making a V-sign with a sly smile on his face.
"Do you really think this will solve the problem? Don't be naive! Aren't you afraid that others on our side might intervene?"
"You still have a murder case on your record, how dare you bring so many people?"
Chu Yaqin shook her head and continued, "And I've heard that you've always been keen on traveling with only Lao Mo, just the two of you. You even said it was some kind of aesthetic of yours?"
After hearing Chu Yaqin's words, Lin Yaodong slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the photograph, a complex light flickering in his eyes. In just a breath's time, he suddenly exerted his strength and leaped up from the ground.
"Hmm...it seems Zhang Rui is no longer here."
As he spoke, Lin Yaodong, who had stood up again, trembled, and the ropes binding him scattered on the ground. In a flash, he appeared beside the gate.
With his back to the room door, "Lin Yaodong" turned his back to close the door and locked it.
With a "click," the room transformed into a secret chamber, and a dagger, which appeared out of nowhere, was now tightly gripped in his hand.
It seems that he used this dagger to break free of the ropes binding him.
Then he reached up and scratched his neck, and when he found a protrusion, he forcefully lifted it off, revealing a leather mask made by Lin Yaodong on his face.
Suddenly, his aura was no longer concealed, revealing himself to be Old Mo himself!
His eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow as he scanned the three people as if they were dead. He pointed his dagger at Chu Yaqin and Shen Lanxin: "The two of you, one a young lady from the Chu family and the other a young lady from the Shen family, are very useful to Uncle Dong, who is regaining control of the Lin family."
"As for you, Uncle Dong told me I must bring your head with me."
As he spoke, he brandished his dagger, approaching Mu Xiaoxi, who was closest to him, step by step. He continued to mutter to himself as he walked.
"Don't worry, I will try my best to make sure you don't feel any pain."
As he spoke, he wore a compassionate expression, as if he were very reluctant to do so.
Mu Xiaoxi, who was opposite him, remained silent, her head fixed on the ground, as if she were terrified.
Chu Yaqin and Shen Lanxin, standing to the side, revealed mocking expressions from an angle that Lao Mo couldn't see.
Great, he picked the best fighter.
Old Mo had no idea what the other two women were thinking, nor did he need to know.
He felt he understood women very well, unlike what Lin Yaodong said.
He knew that once he pulled out the dagger, these women would do nothing but scream and beg for mercy.
Doesn't this mean you understand women?
So, looking at Mu Xiaoxi who remained silent, he let out a soft breath.
"Were you scared out of your wits? Well, that'll make the pain less."
What should have been a short walk took Old Mo the length of a movie.
Having finally reached Mu Xiaoxi, he held the dagger to her neck, a glint of red in his eyes. Clearly, this kind of killing suited his interests perfectly.
"It's alright, you'll see your brother soon."
However, what Lao Mo didn't expect was that Mu Xiaoxi slowly raised her head right under his nose and revealed a kind smile.
Do you have an older brother?
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