The danmaku was buzzing with discussion.
Some were calling for Otto's head, while others were wildly making memes about it.
Naturally, Mo Li saw those comments too.
He could not help wanting to complain...
How were these viewers' imaginations even wilder than his own?
Did they really have some kind of psychological trauma? Why were they always thinking about blades and heartbreak?
If he really served them angst... they would not be happy about it either.
All he could say was that this generation of netizens was truly hard to please.
In the game.
After finishing her conversation with her two subordinates, Feixiao said she was going to meet an old comrade-in-arms.
The players could not help wondering who Feixiao's old comrade on the Luofu 957... might be.
But at that moment, the camera suddenly switched back to Stelle and the others.
"Was that person who fell from the sky just now the Cloud Knight General of Yaoqing? She was so cool!"
As they walked, Little March 7th chattered away, looking exceptionally lively and excited. Her eyes shone with admiration and longing.
"Yun Li was swinging such a huge sword, but she just flicked it lightly and neutralized Yun Li's attack."
Yanqing awkwardly added, "...And mine."
"Uh..." March 7th paused, then scratched her head and gave an embarrassed laugh. "Hehe... Of course. As Yun Li's opponent, that young swordsman was also incredibly dashing, with nimble footwork..."
In Little March 7th's eyes, children all liked being praised.
So, in order to spare little Yanqing's feelings, she began awkwardly showering him with compliments.
"Ah... Anyway, it made me want to take him as my master and learn Xianzhou swordsmanship!"
After saying that, she nudged Stelle with her elbow. "Don't you think so, Stelle?"
Stelle nodded seriously. "That general was really cool!"