author: 秋桑
category: Fan-Fiction
status: Ongoing
One day, a special live broadcast room appeared in Mihoyo’s gaming universe.
And at this moment...
Theresa: Teacher Yang? Jizi?
Walter Young: I didn’t expect to meet you here.
Ying: So you are so mean
Xing: You are almost the same.
Yingxing: Hahaha!
March 7: You two guys!
Paimon: There's no hope. Just wait to die.
Wendy: Hey, this is interesting.
Mond: Lord Barbatos, please get down to business!
Zhongli: Well~ According to common sense, I should be fine.
Xiao: "Lord Emperor must be seriously ill if he does this," a little coconut sheep nodded frantically beside him.
Baalzebub: "I'm fine!"
A purple-haired woman stood with her hands on her hips, holding kitchen utensils in her hands.
Kujo Sara: "I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat."
Mr. Dust in Star Iron is still looking for the best trash can.
And the broken bugs are still harassing Mei.
All of this starts with the advent of a live broadcast room.