Maria then said, "Master Wuming, don't worry, those counterfeits have been successfully cracked down by our fan club."
Then she tilted her head to Wuming's live broadcast room and said loudly: "I declare that this is the real Lord Wuming!"
"In fact, you can tell by looking at the account number. Wuming's account is special in the fan section!" Zhang Shouzhong couldn't help but complain.
Wuming smiled and said, "I haven't watched it live yet, so I really don't know."
Next, he watched the number of people in the live broadcast room continue to increase, and occasionally answered some irrelevant questions.
When the number of people was almost the same, he said, "As you can see, I am still alive and well, so you don't have to worry about my safety anymore. Just do what you need to do, everything is normal!"
"Mr. Wuming, this thief netizen asks you, what happened to Baipson?" Maria saw a question worth asking and interrupted.
Wuming smiled and said, "I'm back, so Baipson naturally can't come back, so you can rest assured about that."
Although he was not sure whether Bapson was dead or not, Bapson had committed countless crimes and there was no way he could get out once he entered the Eternal Silence Prison Tower, so it was not wrong for him to say that Bapson could not come back. After all, he did not say whether Bapson was dead or alive.
"Mr. Wuming, a netizen named Dan Laoda asked you, the Bison Dynasty has fallen, does that mean your mission has failed?" Zhang Shouzhong asked in a mean way.
Wuming got goose bumps when he heard Zhang Shouzhong calling him "Master Wuming" in Maria's voice. He looked at Zhang Shouzhong speechlessly and then replied, "It can be considered a failure, but at the last moment, I moved everyone in the Baisen Dynasty to a safe place. Tomorrow, the friend who issued the task can come to Baiyu City to find me, or leave the address and I will find him and take him to see it with his own eyes. Although the rescue failed, fortunately, no one is hurt."
New city.
Zhu Chixia said excitedly: "That's great, Ma Lie, all the people in your world have been transferred to a safe place by Lord Wuming. Do you want me to leave the address for you?"
"… "
Ma Lie was silent, shed tears, clenched his fists, and finally sighed: "No need, Master Wuming has done enough. This is my responsibility. It was my desire to take shortcuts that led to the destruction of the world..."
"How can you say this is your fault? If you really want to know whose fault it is, it can only be the fault of the Sweet Potato God." Zhu Chixia said.
The changes that Wuming encountered at the last moment were seen by almost all the audiences in the heavens and the worlds. Everyone knew that it was the plan of the Sweet Potato God. After all, the sweet potato leaves and sweet potato roots that emerged from the sword slave Buninishi and the general were too iconic.
"Sweet Potato God!" Ma Lie clenched his fists and finally said deeply.
He lowered his head, and Zhu Chixia beside him didn't notice that there was a feather emitting sparks in his pupils.
Let me explain this on two sides.
In the cursed villa, Wuming spent three hours broadcasting live before saying goodbye to his fans and viewers.
After the broadcast, he lazily lay on the sofa and complained: "No wonder some anchors would rather go to jail than do live broadcasts. There are too many questions. I am sick of answering them."
"Mr. Wuming, there is good news." Maria said at this time.