Emperor of Sinking chased after her, calling out:
"Huh? Hey?... Dai Xiaomei, don't rush off! Let's sit down and have a proper chat."
"We've already been eliminated anyway, and the rules don't let us rejoin the competition."
"What are you in such a hurry to do?"
Emperor of Sinking had finally caught a "kindred spirit." How could he pass up a proper discussion of their "combat experience"?
Yet Dai Xiaomei gave him no such opportunity.
As she hurried away, she raised her arm and waved a few times, counting that as her "goodbye."
Emperor of Sinking muttered to himself for a while before returning dejectedly to the Resurrection Hall, ready to intercept other "kindred spirits."
Meanwhile, the viewers in Dai Xiaomei's livestream were as excited as if it were New Year's.
Seeing Dai Xiaomei so miserable only made them more excited.
"Bwahahaha... What did I tell you? The streamer would prove through her own abilities that she really is an entertainment streamer."
"I still remember all those bold declarations she made before the fight. Then reality slapped her in the face a moment later. Isn't that a bit much?"
"Hey! Old lady, why did you have to act so tough? Those big boasts you made earlier aren't so easy to live down!"
"Oh, right! I just remembered... Didn't she make a bet with us before the fight?"
"I can testify that she did!"
"Another witness here!"
"Old lady, since everyone's here, why don't you just honor the bet?"
"..."
With a few "instigators" leading the charge, the viewers grew tremendously excited.
But at that moment, Dai Xiaomei wasn't paying any attention to her livestream.
Only after walking along the village's tidy streets for a while did Dai Xiaomei remember her "professional duties."
For the first time, seeing her livestream's popularity