Xue Yunfeng, standing at the front, scratched his hair. "That thing doesn't seem to be broken yet? Should we go down and bring it up? Someone ask William!"
"Seems like it's none of our business." Rainfall on the Mortal Realm stood behind him, craning his neck to look.
"Is that Lagon?" Xue Yunfeng waved at the camera filming behind them. "That livestream guy! What's he doing back there? Incubating eggs?
Get up front! Why are you filming us? Has your brain been flooded?
Film down there! Zoom in!"
The reporter silently squeezed forward. The camera equipment casually swept across Xue Yunfeng's face, and Hill abruptly leaned back... Those enormous nostrils, rolled white eyes, and twisted cheeks... Hill suddenly could not remember what Snow Old Dog normally looked like.
Offending a cameraman truly was one of life's greatest calamities!
Xue Yunfeng actually had his own little schemes... He usually wore snow-white robes, kept long pale-blue hair, and though his words and actions were often rather unscrupulous, he always carried a faint smile.
So although no one wanted to date him, there were still young girls who had a somewhat favorable impression of him.
But after this, that probably would be gone... In online games, without a face, one had nothing.
The camera equipment was finally placed atop a volcanic rock, aimed directly at the lich below, who had seemingly sprung out from nowhere... Hill guessed he had been following behind the Undead this entire time.
The skeletal figure in ragged black robes nimbly circled the severed hand several times, purple eyes flashing within his sockets... But his repeated attempts to use tools to collect the hand all failed... If he had not pulled back quickly enough, even the Archmage's Staff in his clawed hand would have been devoured by the black