Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

The blogger was so scared that he couldn't sleep all night as he was editing the copy and video.

After working all night until dawn, several more news came from the city, saying that the Giant Water City Guard was capturing Tara assassins and had already captured quite a few.

The citizens were jubilant. They were really terrified by the tragic death of the count's family, but after the garrison took action, people's hearts were put at ease.

The blogger breathed a sigh of relief and then excitedly opened a bottle of champagne.

It seems that the Tower Jiezhen has not yet taken over the city, and they still need to exercise restraint in their actions!

At the same time, a worry emerged in his heart. They even dared to kill the count... He must not entrust his life to the other party's mercy.

Just make good videos. Although you may lose fans, as long as you get rid of this plague god, it may not be a bad idea to slowly return to normal content in the future.

In Jushui City, a high-end hotel somewhere.

In the most luxurious suite, Chen Zhou was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Beside the bed, Mandela picked up the blanket and wrapped herself in it. Her chest was heaving violently, and she was obviously extremely angry.

I was whipped all night long, and I took the initiative to respond. It was so humiliating!

They said the room was not big enough and they had to sleep together, but they ended up playing a role.

Knowing clearly that I hate nobles, he actually asked me to play the role of a noble’s maid. Look at this anger!

She glared at Chen Zhou angrily, lifted her legs from the blanket, and wanted to kick Chen Zhou off the bed.

But his eyes caught something and he put it down with a complicated expression.

What's the point of kicking him down?

After tidying up the messy bed, Mandela leaned against the wall and limped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and subconsciously touched the familiar heart-shaped mark.

After a long silence, he finally calmed down.

After taking a shower, Mandela put on white silk stockings and a one-shoulder dress that was perfect for a poolside retreat. She still looked like an innocent, cute, angelic girl next door.

"Xiao Man is still more enjoyable for me."

Chen Zhou had a rare good sleep. He turned over and got out of bed, feeling very refreshed.

With constant practice, his attainments in returning lives became more and more advanced, and he could handle it calmly even when facing a petite woman like Mandela.

No wonder there are so few cheating incidents in One Piece. It turns out that there is a precious skill called Life Return, so even pure giants like Big Mom and Kaido can give birth to offspring.

Chen Zhou looked sideways and saw Mandela lying on the balcony with her back to him. The slender lines of her legs were very pleasing to the eye. If her chest was a little more plump, she would be even more perfect.

Wait, doesn't the flaw in one aspect magnify the strength in the other?

If the first part is completed, Xie Maomao will look very mediocre.

"Is it the imperfection that makes the highlight..."

Chen Zhou smiled, stopped thinking about those messy things, stood up and left the bedroom, and stood next to Xie Maomao.

"There's news from Corleone that the captain of the garrison has been taken under control, and the Tower Liberation Faction can take over the city at any time."

Mandela handed a piece of paper taken from the feathered beast's mouth to Chen Zhou.

"All those sent this time are elite personal guards. They all followed the Patriots. How can the scumbags of Giant Water City stop them?"

"That's right." Mandela nodded.

After controlling the garrison, the next step is to deal with the troublemakers in Victoria.

He spread the false news that the garrison was arresting the people of Tara, and watched the unruly people build a high-rise building to entertain their guests.

At this time, a feathered beast flew from the clouds, flapped its wings and landed on Chen Zhou's shoulder, chirping.

Chen Zhou frowned at first, then his face darkened.

"What did it say?" Mandela was no longer surprised that humans could communicate with feathered beasts.

"That blogger, after getting today's newspaper, opened two bottles of wine and yelled with joy in the room."

Aside from a free issue, Terra Times did not venture into Giant Water City.

So today's newspapers are full of news about the Victorians celebrating their victory.

Hearing Chen Zhou's words, Mandela's fists hardened.

"Otherwise, let me beat him up today," she said hatefully.

Just as she was thinking this, a big warm hand touched her cat ears.

"Girls, don't be so rude." Chen Zhou's fingertips circled the trembling cat ears.

At noon that day, Chen Zhou raided the blogger's residence again.

Who knew that this guy would directly take out the finished product, with a hint of pride in his expression, obviously he had anticipated Chen Zhou's sneak attack.

You didn’t expect that I had already finished it this morning.

As a result, Chen Zhou was stunned for a moment, dragged him off the seat, pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

"Why the hell are you talking so loudly?" He punched the blogger in the face, knocking him dizzy and causing him to roll over several times.

No, what did I say?

Schrödinger's voice, right?

He could have just beaten himself up, but he came up with this excuse.

He really... I'm gonna beat him to death!

You Tara bitch, your hypocrisy makes me sick!

Video bloggers have a tough life.

It is impossible to resist. When it comes to fighting, the blogger is just a Muggle and really can't resist at all.

Chen Zhou grabbed the blogger's face with one hand, lifted him up like a dead dog, and said viciously, "Your university thesis has to go through six or seven drafts, and you're just trying to fool me with a video, right? I'm telling you, I'll do it again tonight. If you still can't find another solution, I'll throw your head in the public toilet."

Chen Zhou left without even watching the video. The blogger sat on the bed with a bruised face and nose, and stayed there for several hours.

In the afternoon, he tied a headscarf, and this time he did not slack off at all, racing against time to produce a backup video.

Whether it was politics, economy, culture, development of people's livelihood, or history of resistance to Aslan, he found every angle that could praise the people of Tara.

By the time Chen Zhou arrived at night, seven videos praising the Tara people were placed in front of him.

Chen Zhou appreciated each video this time and then fell silent.

In seven hours, seven videos were produced, and the quality was pretty good.

Could it be that this guy is a congenital short video holy body?

I can only say that he still has some good points, but he has committed too many sins and deserves to be killed by a sickle.

Chen Zhou sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at the blogger who was about to die and whose life had turned into black and white, and said lazily:

"The latter ones are just average. The first edition is still better."

Hearing this, the blogger was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at Chen Zhou, a little dazed.

Look, what kind of birth party is this?

There seemed to be a gleam of tears in his eyes. When he couldn't help crying, he touched his face to stop the tears.

The expression management has obviously been done to the extreme.

"Since you performed well, I won't hit you this time. Make ten more alternative videos with enough explosive content. I'll check them tomorrow."

"Still doing this?" The blogger knelt down with a plop. "Grandpa Chen, you are my grandpa. I really can't do this anymore. Please leave me a way out."

Chen Zhou kicked him to the ground and swung his sickle. "Don't want to do it? You also want to be Count Babbitt, right? Do you want me to send you to see him?"

The blogger cried: "Grandpa, I will do it, I will do it. I will definitely do it."

Chen Zhou nodded, feeling quite satisfied.

He looked shameless and flattered dryly, "Grandpa, how about we sign a document? As long as I make ten more videos, you will forgive me..."

Chen Zhou slapped him: "You want to teach me how to do things again?"

"No, I didn't..." The blogger burst into tears.

Chen Zhou slapped him again: "Crying! Crying also counts!"

The next morning, the blogger, who looked like a dried corpse, weakly pointed at the computer to Chen Zhou, wanting to say that all the finished videos were in it.

But he was already exhausted and could not speak. When he was thirsty, he could only crawl towards the faucet slowly like an octopus heading ashore.

The video is very well-made. In order to create a gimmick, this guy even used the typical method of first suppressing and then praising, and made a cover that listed Tara's seven deadly sins.

Chen Zhou ignored the blogger who was almost exhausted and directly uploaded the original video to the intercity network, and soon a lot of comments came in.

: "15 Minutes to Explain How Trashy Tara Is"? I'm amused by this title, the Research Institute is really tough!

: Low level of governance, declining people's livelihood, backward economy, cowardly people, conservative culture, rampant corruption, relying on ideas... The criticism is so harsh.

: Here it comes, damn, this cover word, can only mean be careful of deep rivers?

However, when they clicked on the video, they felt something was wrong. Wait, why the hell is this about the people of Tara entering their golden age under the wise and powerful King Gael?

Fuck, I got fooled!

The stupid blogger is preparing a way out for himself!

The barrage exploded instantly. The mob felt cheated and angrily started playing offline reality games with the research association.

They stormed the blogger's house, splashed red paint on the walls, and gave him kitchen knives, wreaths, strange dolls, and hair from nowhere.

This scene was directly captured by the camouflage photography robot. At the same time, the entire city of Jushui was blocked, and the lurking tower-breaking warriors rushed out to arrest people offline.

Adjutant David reminded his soldiers: "Don't forget, the leader said the mob only has a few tricks: slapping hats, grabbing pigtails, beating with sticks, putting things in bags, and wearing shoes. Don't be fooled by their tricks."

The soldiers nodded, obviously having taken their leader's teachings to heart.

Seeing the warrior holding the Tower Breaking Formation banner appear, the mob surrounding the blogger's residence seemed to have discovered the truth and shouted angrily:

"You're such a traitor to the Victoria Research Association! You actually betrayed Victoria. You're a fucking piece of shit!"

This is a smear campaign.

"Not only did he betray Victoria, but he also attracted so many Tara dogs to protect him. He must have been a member of the Tower Jie Formation for a long time." Someone said sarcastically.

The soldiers nodded secretly, it was time to pack the bags.

Some rioters angrily threw rotten eggs at the blogger's home and made vomiting gestures: "The Research Association, this treacherous villain, is the scum of the world. Not only is his character low, but the videos he makes are also rubbish. The copywriting is absurd, the plot is confusing, and the ideas are superficial and childish. He has brought shame to the Victorians!"

It can be seen that this troublemaker has some cultural background.

David shook his head at Corleone. "The beating with the stick, the grabbing with the braid, and the wearing of the shoes are all combined."

These things are the invincible weapons that the cyber mobs in Jushui City use to defeat their enemies.

Just as the mob was about to break out under the pressure of the soldiers.

David waved his hand and said, "Hand the hat!"

After receiving the order, the tower-breaking warriors rushed towards the enemy, picked up the scabbard and smashed it on their heads wildly.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

Faced with the soldiers who dared to attack them, the mob was stunned and cried, looking for corners to hide and defend themselves with their heads in their hands.

However, the warriors remained unmoved and continued to deliver a physical hat to the opponent.

At this time, David gave three instructions in a row: "Grab the braid! Beat with a stick! Put on shoes!"

All the soldiers freed their hands, grabbed those fashionable curly hair, and smashed them with their sheaths, hitting their bodies and knees, forcing the rioters to kneel down and crawl on the ground.

It's a physical knock again!

The rioters were trembling from the beating, their eyes rolled back, and they felt as if their bodies were being bitten by insects and snakes. Tears, saliva, blood, and urine mixed together and sprayed all over the ground.

They wanted to go to the garrison to file a complaint, but they didn't realize that the city had already been completely taken over by the Tower Jiezhen.

Seeing everyone subdued, David felt as relieved as if he had just had a popsicle in the middle of summer. He waved his hand and said, "Pack them!"

Hearing this, the soldiers untied the bags tied around their waists, pointed at the openings of the bags, and kicked the rioters into the sacks.

These people will be imprisoned, and they will only be convicted of their crimes at trial if they identify the extremist thugs they know.

Those who committed serious crimes were sent to the Shenchi unit to serve indefinitely.

Those who committed less serious crimes were sent to agricultural plots to dig potatoes year-round.