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Ling Yun was livestreaming. He was holding a pill and chatting with the netizens. He was relaxed and at ease. He wasnât nervous at all.
âDidnât everyone ask me what my relationship with Ling Feng is? Why are we so similar?!â
âWe are brothers, blood-related! Itâs understandable that they look the same.â
âIâm livestreaming today because my brother has given me a great mission.â
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âItâs the blood pill!â
the elixir made from the body of a mutated beast can increase oneâs strength. We are the only human who has the recipe for this elixir.
âEveryone might not know the effects of this pill, so Iâll explain it in detail.â
âThis is a tier 1 blood pill, but only people of tier 1 or below can take it. The person who takes it will have ten times their original strength, but only three can be taken at most. Subsequent intake will guarantee that the effect will be weaker and weaker.
âYou might say that the increase in strength isnât much, but let me introduce it to you. This pill is only tier 1, and the increase in strength is permanent. Itâs not temporary. Strength is also a part of oneâs strength. Many people dream of this pill. If you miss this opportunity today, you might not have this chance tomorrow.
âYou can bid for what you want after Iâm on the shelf. Iâll give you 100 first.â
After a simple operation, Ling Yun placed the pills on the shelves. He didnât expect everyone to snatch all the pills. Ling Yun was stunned.
He wanted to know the reason, so he carefully read the comments in the live broadcast room and found the reason.
âThis is the live stream of Ling Fengâs younger brother, Ling Yun. We have to support him.
âThatâs right, even though they are brothers. However, if they can look exactly the same, we must support them.â
âThatâs right. We have to support you guys. You guys are too fast. There are still some that we havenât gotten!â
âLing Yun, canât you put on more of these? Some of us didnât manage to get it. â
âYeah, letâs put it on the shelf a little more.â
There were many comments urging him to get on the stream. Ling Yun was dumbfounded because the number of viewers in the live stream room had increased to more than 30000. It was increasing too quickly. However, he didnât overthink and put another 100 people on the stream. In the end, they were all snatched up in an instant.
âWho can snatch 100?â
âOr we should have put more on the shelves, starting from 10000. Otherwise, we wonât be able to get them at all. These guys are too fast.â
âWe didnât manage to grab those pills that we needed. If you donât need them, then grab a little less. Donât cause trouble, okay?â
Seeing that the live broadcast room was about to break into a fight, Ling Yun quickly opened his mouth to stop the fight.
âDonât worry, everyone. We have a lot of pills. Everyone gets one. Donât worry. No quarrels are allowed in my live broadcast room. Otherwise, we wonât have any more pills!â
Everyone stopped commenting after Ling Yun finished his sentence. They were quarreling, so many people were waiting for the pills to be put on the shelves.
Ling Yun placed another ten thousand pills on the shelves.
âThis should be enough.â Ling Yun smiled.
But he didnât expect that he would be dumbfounded again in the next second.
Only 30 seconds had passed, and the pills were all gone. This speed was terrifying.
Everyoneâs hand speed was way too fast. Ling Yun looked at the screen in shock.
âHave the netizens gone crazy? Or are the blood pills too rare?â
Ling Feng glanced at the room full of pills behind him. He thought these hundreds of thousands of pills would probably sell out in a day.
One pill could be sold for 100000. Hundreds of thousands of pills⦠How much would that be worth? This filled Ling Fengâs heart with joy.
âI thought it might be too expensive. I didnât expect that there would be so many rich people. Iâm not afraid of not being able to sell it!â
But what he didnât know was that these people who bought medicinal pills were poorer.
Although the poor had no money, they all hoped their children would succeed. Other peopleâs children had blood pills to eat, so how could their own children not have?
Therefore, when they saw others buying, they would buy it as well.
After such a competition, these pills became a necessity for everyone, to the point it would make them seem like the enemy if they didnât buy them.
However, they wouldnât regret buying it because it could indeed strengthen their own strength. It would only be good for them, and there would be no disadvantages.
That was why Ling Yunâs live stream was filled with positive comments.
At this moment, a different voice came from another live stream. This live stream was called master song.
Master Song frowned after reading the comments in the live-stream.
âMaster Song, Ling Yun is selling blood pills in the live broadcast room next door. They can strengthen oneâs body. Do you have such pills?â
I know. It seems to be a tier 1 blood pill. What a pity, I canât use it because Iâve already advanced to tier 2. I wonder if you have any tier 2 blood pills?â
âThe alchemy master that we admire the most is you. You must participate in some of these high-level medicines.â
When he saw the comments, Master Song was puzzled. Who was this Ling Yun?
Not long after, his assistant found out the news and came to tell him that Master Song had asked his assistant to enter Ling Yunâs live stream.
His eyes widened when he saw that Ling Yun was indeed selling blood pills.
âOur human race doesnât have such a pill recipe. Where did he get it?â
âQuickly contact me and ask if you can give us the recipe. Itâs fine even if you have to pay for it.â
After he closed the live stream, the audience was confused and didnât know what happened. However, Master Song was usually very casual, so they didnât find it strange.
However, this Master Song was indeed an alchemy grandmaster. He could refine medicinal pills up to tier 7.
The other alchemists didnât do live broadcasts. Only master song liked to have fun, so he would do it when he had nothing to do.
Especially in recent days, the pill market was brimming with life, and there were a lot of viewers in the live broadcast room. Many people came to buy elixirs, so she occasionally gave out a few lucky bags of elixirs for everyone to fight for. Everyone liked to come here and enjoy being surrounded by stars.
At that moment, he was on Ling Yunâs live stream.
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After seeing the countless comments and the sudden increase in the number of people in the live broadcast room, he felt sour in his heart.
This Ling Yun actually has over a hundred thousand people in the audience, while I only have over three thousand people in my audience. I really want to see why youâre so popular.
First, he looked at Ling Yunâs appearance. He had fair skin, delicate facial features, and was a little uninhibited. The aura he exuded was very complicated. It was as if he had all kinds of auras, and any style would suit him.
He was gentle and handsome, with a unique temperament.
âHeâs indeed a little more handsome than I am, but heâs definitely not as cultured.â At that time, Yun was unconvinced.
However, Ling Yun was reciting a poem in front of everyone.
âIâm thrilled that everyone has come. In order to thank everyone, Iâll recite a poem to cheer everyone up! How is it?â
As soon as he finished speaking, many comments filled the live broadcast room.
âThen hurry up and write! Weâre all waiting to see it. It doesnât matter if itâs good or not.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThatâs right. Host, hurry up and write. We like poems.
âItâs fine that heâs so handsome, but he can even write poems? Isnât this rather heaven-defying?â
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I knew youâd be a very cultured person. Iâm looking forward to your poems.
After seeing the comments, Master Song was speechless. He was not happy.
What kind of poem could such a young child come up with? Even if he could, it would probably be terrible.
He looked at the scenery outside the window. It was dusk, and the sunset in the sky was very beautiful, with a bit of haziness. He really wanted to write a poem. But he couldnât force out a single word when he wanted to speak.
âSuch beautiful scenery. I really want to write a poem, but I canât say it.â
At this time, he lowered his head and looked at the live broadcast room. He was very surprised.
A poem appeared in front of his eyes, confusing him. His heart was in a daze, and the poetic atmosphere in his heart disappeared at this moment.
The late autumn was sobering, empty, and lonely, like a farewell.
Looking at the sunset, the cold wine in the evening wind entered his stomach.