After going crazy, I traveled through time and became a top figure in the entertainment industry

He Jian rubbed his hands uneasily, and Xue Chengyou suddenly asked: "Yan Qingluo, you and I are not from this world, right?"

"Ah?! Mr. Xue, you, you really know how to joke! Hahahaha..." He Jian never expected that Xue Chengyou would say such a sentence. His whole head was frozen for a moment, almost instantly. , cold sweat broke out.

Xue Chengyou observed the way He Jian's eyes glanced left and right, and knew that he had grasped the core thing. He only needed to coerce He Jian a little more, and the whole matter would be revealed.

So, he leisurely listed the information he had found to He Jian.

After He Jian fell into the water three years ago, his temperament changed drastically. He seemed completely frustrated and seemed clumsy and unfamiliar with everything in this world.

"After that time, according to the memories of your former friends and the hospital, it took you three full months before you began to adapt to this society. And you couldn't even recognize the girlfriend you jumped into the sea for when you saw her again."

"Another example is Yan Qingluo. She had a history of overdosing on medicines before. I believe it was also because of the overdose of medicines that souls that did not belong to this world had the opportunity to travel through and occupy the body that originally belonged to the young artist Yan Qingluo. "

He Jian's face turned pale, "Xue, Mr. Xue, stop joking... How could Yan Qingluo and I... we are just fellow villagers..."

"But in your identity information, your hometown is the north, and Yan Qingluo's hometown is the south. Do you think south and north are the same word?"

He Jian's lips trembled, "You check us..." The convenience of this world is good, but making everyone's information transparent is also a huge bug in this world.

One sentence already made Xue Chengyou almost certain that his guess was correct. Neither Yan Qingluo nor He Jian were from this world.

Especially when he found out from Yan Qingluo's repaired mobile phone that He Jian always sent Yan Qingluo some "Secret Techniques of Cultivation" and the like. When he opened it, he found that they were all things he couldn't understand at all. He knew that Yan Qingluo was no longer the simple little artist he had been before, from the human body with its chaotic characters and internal organs.

However, for Xue Chengyou, Yan Qingluo is really very interesting.

He faced He Jian with a serious face, "I don't need to know too much about your world, I just want to know about Yan Qingluo..."

After a pause, Xue Chengyou continued: "Also, in your world, is there someone with the same name and surname as me who looks very similar?"

"Um..." He Jian licked his thirsty lips, "Um, I want to drink a bottle of orange juice first. Mr. Xue, would you like a bottle too?"

"Don't change the subject. If you want to open a branch, I can help you. But if you want to open a store but can't, it will be easier."

He Jian couldn't laugh or cry, his fat body twisted, "I, I'm a little nervous, I want to drink a bottle of orange juice first..."

Xue Chengyou nodded, "Is it in the refrigerator at the door? I'll get it for you."

When Xue Chengyou came back, he saw He Jian playing with his phone. Just a second before the message on the subtitles was about to be sent to Yan Qingluo, Xue Chengyou reached out, grabbed it immediately, and pressed delete.

Xue Chengyou unscrewed the orange juice bottle for He Jian and said in a slightly dangerous tone: "So this store is not important?"

He Jian was like a chicken, unable to backhand, and could only shake his head wildly, "This store is my lifeblood! I'll tell you now! Tell you everything you want to know!"

Mr. Demon Lord, doing business is not easy, your arms can’t twist your thighs! Just wish yourself good luck!

When He Jian finished drinking a bottle of orange juice, he had almost finished speaking.

The moment he learned that Yan Qingluo actually traveled through the world of cultivating immortals, Xue Chengyou was confused.

"...I thought that cultivating immortals and so on should be just things derived from ancient classics..."

He Jian had a rare opportunity to despise Xue Chengyou's ignorance at this time, but he was afraid of being discovered by Xue Chengyou, so his contemptuous eyes only lasted for a second.

"In Cui Wei Continent, they are divided into the righteous way and the heretic. The sect practiced by Master Yan Da belongs to the heretic. It is not ashamed to be the famous sect of the righteous way."

Xue Chengyou raised his eyes and looked at He Jian. He Jian lowered his head very well and reorganized his words before speaking, "Of course, as people in your world say, history is written by the victors... Leader Yan also followed me before. As mentioned before, in fact, being a heretic is just because others want her to be called a heretic..."

Thinking of the terrible legend Yan Qingluo left in Cuiwei Continent, He Jian kindly wanted to admonish Xue Chengyou, "Um, Mr. It feels like you are special to her.”

"But you have to think clearly. Leader Yan has been trying to repair her spiritual veins. She wants to restore her skills and then return to Cui Wei Continent... By that time, you..."

Xue Chengyou thought for a while, "In this world, I can give her everything she wants, and she doesn't need to go back."

He Jian coughed and said, "Let me tell you this, in this world, Yan Qingluo is just a small artist of the 18th level, but in Cui Wei Continent, she can make all the changes as a woman. Do you think she would be willing to stay?" here?"

Xue Chengyou was silent for a long time, then took out a cigarette. Seeing He Jian's eyes glancing at the sign prohibiting open flames on the wall, and being too embarrassed to stop him, Xue Chengyou took the initiative to put the cigarette back into the box.

"Whether she will continue to stay here in the future is a matter for the future. Now you just don't provide her with the skills to practice."

He Jian was very embarrassed, "This...Mr. Xue, Master Yan will kill me..."

"Can't I kill you?" Xue Chengyou smiled very gracefully, putting great pressure on He Jian.

He Jian thought for a moment, feeling that he was dead or dead, so he could only nod.

After staying in this world for three years, he has fully felt the power of capital.

A group of secret room player guests came out after the game. They were acquaintances with He Jian. When they saw He Jian talking to Xue Chengyou, they didn't want to be disturbed, so they simply said hello and left.

One of the female guests turned around frequently and was still discussing whether Xue Chengyou was a celebrity who was so good-looking.

When He Jian came back from being polite to the guests, Xue Chengyou asked about another thing, "You said, in Cui Wei Continent, there is a person who looks exactly like me?"

Speaking of this, He Jian felt extremely fantasy, and suddenly became energetic, "Not only are they exactly the same, they are simply... different souls in the same shell! No wonder the leader Yan kept discussing with me when he first came here. you……"

"She discussed me? What are you talking about?" Xue Chengyou was actually very interested, but he always wanted to save face, so he had to put on airs and slowly asked He Jian.