nashuaworldcup Chapter 389 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 10
Chapter 389 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 10
Chapter 389 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (10)
"Come on!"
Sui Si suddenly materialized and used all his strength to push her away.
"Sister, don't worry about me, live on!"
Ran Cang stumbled and fell into the ruins of the Jade Marrow Pool. She looked up and saw a huge QR code projection rising behind her brother.
Countless bullet comments shot out from the QR code, like thick chains tightly binding his limbs.
"Paid members enjoy ad-free viewing"
"Post some more lewd pictures."
"When will you start live-streaming e-commerce?" These comments scrolled wildly, completely overwhelming Sui Si.
Ran Cang's pupils suddenly contracted violently.
Amidst the frantically scrolling barrage of comments, she caught a glimpse of a fragment of an ancient incantation.
That was the divine oracle at the bottom of the birth pool, yet it's been twisted into a joke:
"Forward this North Star, and the client will suddenly die tomorrow (just kidding)."
"So we...we were never forgotten..."
The Frosty Soul Mirror, stained with frost, reflects a terrifying truth. Every moment a deity vanishes in the mirror corresponds to countless instances of entertainment-driven dissemination in the human world.
"It was kept as an electronic pet."
Our existence, our beliefs, have become tools for their entertainment…
Ran Cang murmured, his voice filled with endless sorrow.
Ran Cang stood in the center of the raging data storm, the wind howling and her skirt fluttering in the wind like a flag about to be torn apart.
"We can't let my brother just disappear like this!"
She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with determination, and her Frost Soul Divine Power surged wildly, condensing into countless ice silkworm threads, like nimble silver snakes, wrapping Sui Si's shattered phantom layer by layer.
Each strand of ice silkworm silk is imbued with the glowing light of her burning soul, a testament to her unwavering protection.
The absurd video, filled with malice, crashed against the outer wall of the ice cocoon like a surging tide, exploding with "bangs" and turning into pixelated fireworks of "hahaha," as if mercilessly mocking their struggle.
"Ayu...you'll disappear..."
Sui Si's remaining consciousness struggled weakly within the cocoon, her voice filled with worry and reluctance.
The number of likes on his neck is skyrocketing at a rate of millions per second.
With each pulsation, golden threads traveled back along the ice silkworm silk, eroding Ran Cang's wrist like the tentacles of a demon, slowly eroding her power.
"When we were little, you shielded me from heavenly tribulations; this time, it's my turn to protect you."
Ran Cang's voice was firm. She bit her tongue, and crimson divine blood splattered out. Trembling, she drew the divine blood on her brother's brow.
She swung her hand sharply, trying to sever the tainted gold thread.
But the emojis that gushed out from the broken edge transformed into a sassy figure, with fifteen chibi-style brothers surrounding her, singing and dancing, holding up glowing signs that said "Please like, comment, and subscribe".
Her cheerful demeanor was completely out of place with the current crisis, yet it was also incredibly jarring, blocking her path.
"Stop fooling around, brother, I'm taking you home."
Ran Cang's eyes reddened as she called out anxiously.
The snow in the Arctic Abyss has completely changed its appearance, transforming into a series of dynamic wallpapers that constantly flash and switch.
Ran Cang was extremely anxious. She stepped on the floating window of "Daily Check-in" and struggled to leap across the abyss. The ice cocoon in her arms was getting hotter and hotter, like a spark about to explode.
Sui Si's phantom image suddenly started playing a live stream announcement, his voice ruthlessly edited into a product advertisement:
"Three, two, one, link up! Today, snag the same beauty mark as the Fairy of Dyed Azure!"
"Shut up!"
Ran Cang roared angrily, grabbing the microphone icon in the shattered phantom.
But the next second, she was horrified to find that mosaic patterns were starting to appear on her wrists, and her body was gradually being eroded.
The ice steps of the birth pool were melting away little by little. Ran Cang staggered and fell to the bottom of the pool.
She watched as the icy cocoon in her arms gradually became transparent, and Sui Si's heartbeat transformed into a cold system notification sound. With each beep, a new application permission request popped up:
"Do you want to allow access to the photo album?"
"Enable location sharing?"
"What are these things? Why are they torturing us like this?!"
Ran Cang was filled with grief and indignation, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
"Brother, we're going home."
Ran Cang gently pressed his forehead against the ice cocoon, and frost flowers continuously flowed from his hair, rebuilding the Cold Jade Palace on this ruin.
The beams and pillars rose from the ground, but just as the palace was about to be completed, she suddenly staggered and knelt down.
Those icicles supporting the palace contain her memories from when she was 30,000 years old: playing in the snow with Sui Si, watching frost flowers bloom together. But now they have become shackles that imprison her.
"Why must even memories be exploited..."
Ran Cang muttered to himself, his voice filled with pain.
Sui Si's fingers suddenly pierced through the ice cocoon, and a "User Agreement" composed of data streams flowed from his fingertips.
He gently touched the tear-stained beauty mark and said weakly:
"Don't cry, your tears... are being turned into memes..."
Ran Cang suddenly looked up and saw the constantly updated fan art on the ice palace dome.
The image of her holding the ice cocoon, accompanied by the caption "Hold tight to my electronic pet," instantly garnered over 100,000 reposts.
"no, do not want!"
Ran Cang cried out in despair, each repost turning into a golden needle piercing Sui Si's soul, tearing him to pieces.
At midnight, the birth pool begins to revert, and a reflection appears on the ice surface.
Eighty thousand years ago, Sui Si held her hand and taught her how to guide the frost flowers. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall into the Milky Way, and the scene was so beautiful.
"elder brother……"
Ran Cang reached out with trembling hands to touch it, but a payment prompt suddenly popped up in the mirror:
"Nostalgic filter monthly subscription 30 incense sticks"
"How can you charge for this? Do you have no bottom line at all?!"
Ran Cang's curses came to an abrupt halt as the ice cocoon in his arms suddenly emitted a blinding red light, and Sui Si's phantom was forcibly dragged into a live stream interface.
She watched helplessly as her brother was bound to the gaming chair by a data stream, with rocket-effect comments floating above his head:
"Smile, streamer, and I'll send you a Carnival gift!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Ran Cang was utterly enraged. The Frost Soul Mirror shattered, and countless fragments of memory transformed into sharp blades that pierced the live stream interface.
However, these sharp weapons were identified by the system as "exciting fighting material" halfway through, and automatically generated into a nine-square grid short video that was pushed to the entire network.
"No, why has my resistance become your entertainment...?"
Ran Cang murmured in despair.
When the last ice silk barrier shattered, Ran Cang suddenly smiled, a smile full of determination.
She plunged the frost-flower hairpin into her heart, letting her blood stain the entire mirrored world crimson:
"Since you want our story... then we'll give you everything!"
The 404 error message for the Chaos Spirit Fire suddenly started to reverse.
The moment Ran Cang was completely digitized, all the images of them that were stolen were turned into virus programs.
The celebratory believers were horrified to discover that the memes they had just forwarded were now consuming their phone's storage.
The erratic phantom reached out from each screen, crushing the flippant comments one by one.
"This is the price you deserve..."
Ran Cang's consciousness gradually faded, but it carried a sense of relief and liberation.
……
Sui Si slowly opened his eyes amidst the gentle scent of sandalwood incense. His consciousness was not yet fully awake, but his hearing was the first to return.
The copper bells on the eaves emitted a delicate, clear sound, crisp and melodious, carrying the ever-present, chilling cold of the Arctic Abyss, exactly as they had been three thousand years ago.
The familiar sound warmed his heart, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block the sunlight filtering in through the window, but his fingertips only touched nothingness.
He then remembered that those bright eyes that had once reflected the Milky Way were now covered by a white silk veil made of mermaid silk by Ran Cang.
"I slept for far too long..."
He murmured softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
"Brother, watch out for the threshold."
Ran Cang's voice came lightly from under the plum tree, like a gentle breeze that startled a few petals that were about to fall.
Sui Si's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the door frame, a familiar voice stirring up a complex mix of emotions within him.
He remembered the patterns on the icy jade door. As a child, he loved to hide little rabbits made of frost flowers in those dents. The laughter and joy of those days still seemed to echo in his ears.
But the touch from my palm at this moment was as smooth as a mirror, as if someone had used thousands of years to smooth out those naive marks one by one.