I'm Using the Interstellar Live Broadcast to Raise Cubs

Chapter 72: Seafood Fried Rice and Qifeng Cake

The snow leopard yawned, and the fox was still asleep. Little Tangyuan glanced at what the little husky was holding in his mouth and looked frightened, “Chii.”

The little husky’s tail soon turned into an electric fan, and as before, he put the things in his mouth into Gu YuMian’s hands like a treasure offering. It was a roll of old parchment with the flame of the Witch’s Society, as if it were a prophecy or a proverb.

The parchment was too old, had been bitten by the little husky leaving two holes, and saliva also soaked through half of it.

Gu YuMian was in a very complicated mood, “…”

Contrary to Gu YuMian, the atmosphere in the bullet screen was very happy:

[Hahahaha, everyone, come out to collect the expression pack.] 

[Is Er’er still stupid today? Yes, he is. ‘I’m so sorry that Mian Mian has to deal with his mess,’ that sentence toward Mian Mian is a doom flag.] 

[Just after saying that a witch has a bad temper, and then he bites a witch’s thing! Hahaha, stupid Er’er!]

Gu YuMian looked at the parchment with a hole in it and tried to think about how to remedy it.

He glanced at the words written on it: {7: In February 245 of the Xinxing calendar, there will be a wandering soul that does not belong to this era. I think he may like to drink tea. I will prepare a cup of Ceylon black tea for him and will wait for him to come during Autumn.}

Gu YuMian’s heart leaped.

… Wait, wait, wait.

This year was the year 245 of Xinxing calendar. The first day he woke up in Takk was the beginning of February. A soul that did not belong to this era… Didn’t that mean him? But when he thought about it, it was just an amusement park, and technology was so advanced — since the World Tree fairyland could tell his life before, it was no surprise. Maybe everyone picked up a parchment and see different things?

The little snow leopard carelessly swept the parchment, and his eyes stopped for a while, and his gray-blue eyes narrowed into a line.

The bullet screen soon broke Gu YuMian’s guess.

[Tiger: Anchor also picked up Aunt Jenny’s paper. It doesn’t matter. It should be hand copied by apprentices. You can buy one with dozens of star coins on the Internet.]

[Storry: These predictions were written thirty years ago, but twenty years ago it was about the time of the defeat of the Zerg.]

[I don’t like garlic: So why does Jenny live in a Utopia?]

From the content of the bullet screen, it could be inferred that the “Jenny” who wrote these prophecies was not an AI written by Utopia, but a real and living witch. And these prophecies had been popular for many years. One could buy dozens of them for coins on the Internet.

That’s terrible, isn’t it? Gu YuMian had a feeling that everything had been seen through.

This year was the year 245 of Xinxing calendar. He crossed into the interstellar era in February. In early autumn, he just brought children to play in Utopia. He really likes tea——