The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

A trace of panic appeared on Fu Lingye's stern face, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his nervous forehead: Fortunately, he was not with that fake one, otherwise I would have been doomed too.

There was a hint of urgency in his stiff tone, "Don't worry about this matter anymore."

"Don't continue painting. Let him develop freely."

Upon hearing this, Liao Qingchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and walked out of the office with his head down.

Fu Lingye nervously took out his cell phone and checked the latest chapter of the comic.

Sure enough, he couldn't follow the original setting and overturned all the plots. Even Mu Youyou was rejecting Chu Shiyu created by Liao Qingchun.

The scene freezes with the protagonist surrounded by black air, as if a destructive force could burst through the sky at any time. The eyes are full of ruthlessness and sinisterness as he growls, "Give my Yu Yu back to me."

“Don’t push me….”

"I'll give you three days. If you don't hand over Yu Yu..."

Mu Youyou stood behind him trembling with fear, afraid that he would destroy the world in an impulsive move.

He persuaded in a hurried tone, "Boss, calm down. If you cut through the void to find him, this world may be destroyed."

"Yuyu will definitely come back, you have to believe him."

She had promised Yu Yu that when he was not around, she would keep an eye on her husband and not let him do anything out of line.

She looked up into the void, pleading, "Yuyu, if you don't want your husband to go crazy, come back quickly."

She really didn't understand why there suddenly appeared such a soulless body. Who was it trying to annoy?

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Chu Shiyu sat in the office, frowning as he watched the latest chapter of the comic in Fu Lingye's hand.

Didn’t you promise me that if I wasn’t there, you would wait for me quietly in that world?

It's just one more person. Why are you so scared?

What was he thinking about? Was he afraid he wouldn't be able to go back?

He held his head and the more he thought about it, the more pain he felt. He rubbed his temples lightly with his fingertips, and a trace of unconcealable fatigue appeared on his face.

Because of his small action, everyone turned their worried eyes to the young man, and an inexplicable urge surged in their hearts, wanting to smooth out his frown, as if he was born to be carefree and happy, instead of frowning and worried like this.

Fu Qiuyan pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Let's adjourn the meeting."

The crowd did not take any action because of this sentence, but looked at the young man with worry.

Fu Qiuyan's face darkened slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his cold tone, "It means that what I said is useless, right? You want me to ask Mr. Fu to come and arrange for you to adjourn the meeting, right?"

Sensing the dangerous atmosphere, everyone came back to their senses in an instant as if awakened from a dream. They stood up one after another, quickly pulled out their chairs, and left the office as if escaping.

However, they were secretly complaining in their hearts: What a joke, if they call Mr. Fu here, they will be killed in a minute, okay?

The chair made a harsh sound when it rubbed against the ground, which made the boy even more irritated. He raised his fingers and twisted his eyebrows.

The usually calm and composed man suddenly looked worried, leaving Fu Qiuyan at a loss for what to do.

Fu Qiuyan was a little flustered. "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? If I did something wrong, please point it out and I will correct it."

The young man raised his eyes and glanced at him. "It's not your problem. It's your brother who needs to be punished."

He was a little surprised. "What happened to my eldest brother? Wasn't he working obediently on the rooftop?"

At this moment, the system panicked and urgently reminded: "Host, it's bad. The comic world has a new update. The soulless NPC like a puppet is alive. Bah, his body has been worn by someone else."

Chu Shiyu was so angry that he laughed. He really wanted to just leave... and let this bastard have fun by himself.

The veins on his forehead jumped in a hidden way, and he instructed the system, "Open the comic and check the latest progress."

Comic world.

A dim and spacious office.

The man sat at his desk with a stern face, his sharp eyes becoming increasingly cold and dangerous.

The sudden knocking sound on the door seemed particularly strange in the quiet and empty office.

The man's bone-chilling voice sounded, "Come in."

The young butler's eyes showed joy, but his voice was strict and polite, "Boss, the lady is in the room and wants to see you."

The man's cold expression suddenly flashed with surprise when he heard the words. He quickly stood up from his desk, took two steps at a time, went directly to the room where he was locked up, and nervously pushed open the door.

What caught his eye was a young man with a look of surprise on his face, and the man was stunned for a moment.

The young man happily opened his arms and rushed towards the tall and stern man.

But before she could pounce, the man dodged her.

The boy's peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and his voice was choked with sobs, "Husband, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me anymore?"

"I'm Yu Yu."

The man's dark eyes were gradually filled with a strong coldness, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you know that I am the god of death?"

The young man was a little confused and said disapprovingly, "Of course I know."

His cold voice was flat, yet penetrating, "Do you want to die?"

The Death Scythe can reap anyone's soul, but no one's soul can touch his body.

The young man looked into those frosty eyes in fear, and his body seemed to fall into a cold pond in an instant, freezing cold.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, as if all secrets had nowhere to hide in front of him. He felt as if he was stripped naked, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

When he saw this comic, he was very angry at the plot and didn't quite understand why the lively and handsome boy suddenly seemed to have lost his soul.

He just thought that if he were this handsome boy, he would definitely love his Lord Death well.

I never expected that I would be transported here inexplicably just because I stayed up late to read a comic.

Since God has given him this opportunity, he must seize it to be with Lord Death.

So, he faced those dark eyes with gritted teeth and pretended to be relaxed, "I don't want to die. If I die, I won't be able to accompany you."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Fu Lingye's lips. He raised his hand and clenched it in the air, summoning the Grim Reaper's scythe that carried the breath of death.

The young man looked up at the death scythe floating in the air. The breath of death instantly enveloped him. He swallowed in fear, "You, do you want to kill me?"

"I, I'm your wife, you can't do this to me."

The man approached step by step, and the oppressive breath made the boy fall to the ground in panic. He raised his head and cried out in fear, "Don't do this, I'm scared... Wuuwuwu."

The man's cold expression paused, and he took a half step back in panic, his voice cold, "Don't cry with his face like this, it's too ugly."

The boy not only did not stop crying when he heard this, but burst into tears.

The crying was filled with grievance and fear. The man seemed to be affected by such heartbreaking crying, and his heart was trembling.

He warned in a cold voice, "If you cry again, I'll kill you."

The young man stopped crying instantly. If I don’t cry, I won’t kill him?

Sure enough, the crying child gets candy.

He looked at the man aggrievedly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Husband, I am really Yu Yu. Do you remember our previous life? You were the regent, and I was the emperor."

He had read the comics and remembered the plots clearly.

A hint of sarcasm and mockery flashed across Fu Lingye's dark eyes. "If I kill you, how can I lure Yu Yu out?"