The Young Matriarch
Chapter 939: Capitalism’s Sugar-Coated Cannonballs, Never Be Taken In

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Capitalism’s Sugar-Coated Cannonballs, Never Be Taken In

If you talk about who’s the most popular online, saying a top celebrity would definitely attract a lot of mockery. But if you say it’s Bai Chuwei, no one would dare to mock her.

Some have predicted that if Bai Chuwei did a live stream selling goods, she would definitely create a miracle in sales.

Many girls want to buy the same styles as the Immortal Teacher, but unfortunately, Taobao can’t do it; they can’t replicate them.

Even if they managed to replicate them, it would be obvious at a glance that they’re fake.

Some time ago, a famous embroidery inheritor publicly declared that Bai Chuwei’s entire outfit was worth a fortune, especially the embroidery on her shoes, which uses a lost ancient embroidery technique that’s impossible to replicate!

However, in this photo, the shoes look perfectly natural; looking at the body proportions, they really match Bai Chuwei.

[There’s another piece of evidence! The Cloud-swallowing Beast comes from Zhongzhou and is depicted in the murals in Emperor Duanjing’s Tomb. Bai Chuwei is currently in Zhongzhou.]

[An archaeologist friend said that Bai Chuwei took leave from the archaeological team these past few days. Damn, did she take leave to ride a mythical beast?]

[@Bai Chuwei, Immortal Teacher, can you come out and clarify? Or is that really you?]

Bai Chuwei... can’t respond.

Even her spokesmouse, Xue Qiu, has now been forced to go abroad.

Xue Qiu, who lived with the ancestor on the mountain for twenty years, is going abroad to O Continent for the first time.

Xue Qiu thought for sure his life would be as miserable as a prisoner’s, but who knew Wuming was actually quite nice? As soon as they returned to the estate, he instructed the butler to prepare food—Chinese cuisine, Western desserts, almost filling the entire dining table.

Xue Qiu’s cheeks puffed up with food, white whiskers covered in cream, he mumbled: ’These are capitalist sugar-coated bullets. Your Lord Xue definitely won’t fall for it... mmm, this is tasty.’

Xue Qiu snuck a peek at the young man not far away. Wuming was looking down at his iPad, his profile looked gentle, far from the innate aura of President Duan, more like a neighborly older brother.

If it weren’t just a male hamster, Xue Qiu would suspect this man of playing the role of a romance novel villain keeping the female lead captive.

Seeing that the man seemed utterly unguarded, Xue Qiu hoisted a piece of cake from the table and quietly climbed down the table leg, carefully crawling towards the window.

"O Continent’s nights are not as peaceful as China’s," Wuming nonchalantly scrolled through an underground forum, speaking slowly, "There’s not only superpower users, cultivators outside, but also blood clan who like to move around at night. Are you sure you want to go?"

Xue Qiu’s fur stood on end!

Threatening it?

Xue Qiu threw away the cake and immediately jumped onto the leather sofa next to Wuming, angrily shouting: ’What exactly do you want from me?’

Wuming lifted his head and smiled: "Seeing that you’ve struggled to transform, why don’t I help you?"

Xue Qiu clutched its chubby face and squealed, it doesn’t need it!

It doesn’t need to transform; it’s fine the way it is now.

It couldn’t beat him, so it immediately taunted: ’Do you know why the ancestor brought President Duan to Zhongzhou to restore the Dragon Vein?’

Wuming looked at Xue Qiu leisurely.

Xue Qiu, feeling smug, put one paw on its barely visible waist and arrogantly lifted its chin: ’There are countless treasures in the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array. Who knows, maybe this time President Duan will directly break through to the Spiritual Mansion Realm, and then he can bond with the ancestor as a Dao partner. You sinister guy, just wait to cry yourself to death!!!’

Wuming glanced deeply at the night sky outside the window and chuckled softly: "Impossible."