Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chu Mu returned to the seat.

There were all kinds of dense comments on the screen. He roughly flipped through and answered a few questions:

The Scourge will officially come to an end at the end of this month. After the end, Slaying the Immortal will increase the number of updates.

Well, thank you for the compliment, I also think I'm pretty handsome.

I don't show my face anymore, I hope you all fall in love with my talent, not my face.

Well... for the time being, I'm still single.

Holding the phone in his hand, Ah Zhao found that when Chu Mu answered the sentence just now, he turned his head slightly and glanced in his direction.

Ah Zhao... Ah Zhao trembled like a conditioned reflex.

Chu Mu seemed to smile.

The readers who watched the live broadcast obviously also noticed his movements.

[Daddy, you were looking back just now, who is there? I heard a voice just now, it's a girl! 】

[I also want to know, is the girl behind us the mistress of Truman? 】

Chu Mu looked at the comments on the screen, and his eyes lingered on the word hostess for several seconds.

He was silent for a while before he said, She is a friend of mine.

I don't want to say any more unnecessary words, and I don't care about the fans screaming below.

The next step is to answer some fans' questions and talk about various topics.

Azhao paid attention to listening to his ears, and at the same time his mind was in a mess, discussing with Marshmallow what to do next.

Ah Zhao: Is it too late for me to pick up the phone and run?

Marshmallow:……

He hated iron for being weak, and said with a moaning voice: You have put in so much effort to find an excuse to live in his house. Now you are running out again?

Ah Zhao thought about it carefully.

If he ran away, wouldn't the previous efforts be in vain?

But……

I'm a little scared, she whispered.

Cotton Candy's immature voice is arrogant: What are you afraid of? You are his father, Miss Shenhao. Can he still eat you?

However, this does not comfort Ah Zhao.

She was spread out on the soft sofa, like a salted fish that had lost her dream: But the gold master's father has been lying to him for so long.

After thinking about it, she sat up again: No, I'd better go out and hide.

He said he was about to go to the ground.

However, while interacting with fans in the live broadcast, she has been paying attention to Chu Mu, who has been paying attention to this side, and immediately noticed her movements.

His eyes fixed on her in a swish, and he even hooked his lips and smiled at her.

He didn't speak.

But Ah Zhao clearly understood the meaning expressed in his expression—do you dare to leave and try?

Ah Zhao...

She sat back in silence again.

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

Marshmallow was coaxing wildly from the side: A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood. Host, don't be cowardly!

Ah Zhao: ...

At this time, Chu Mu's live broadcast has come to an end.

She heard Chu Mu say:

Well, the time for today's live broadcast is almost here, if you have any questions you want to ask, let's do it as soon as possible.

A Zhao glanced at the screen, and was completely overwhelmed by two kinds of comments:

One is singing, the other is showing face.

Chu Mu seemed to sigh, feeling helpless for the readers' persistence.

Then let me sing you a song.

He didn't ask for an accompaniment, so he hummed softly.

It is a foreign song.

Ah Zhao didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics. With his eyes closed, he felt that his voice was extraordinarily gentle and peaceful, like the wind at the end of summer, blowing slowly, dispelling the heat, leaving only calmness.