Chapter 134

【Front row first!】

【Wuwuwu, the host finally started the livestream!】

The excited netizens flooded in; the rising online count made Ling Yue glance briefly, then she looked away—it was too fast, dazzling to the eye.

She gave a light cough, hadn't yet said anything, and was almost drowned out by the netizens' complaints.

【Host, when will your fruit wine be restocked? Batch after batch after batch, why is there none for me!】

【It's really delicious, and I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel my skin has improved.】

Ling Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, but ultimately didn't admit the effect of her own fruit wine; she changed the topic, actively mentioning the fruit wine output: 'The winery has been working overtime to ramp up production, but brewing fruit wine takes time and materials, so please wait a bit longer—we'll continue to release new products later.'

【Yay yay!】

Ling Yue chatted a few words with the fans, mentioning the insect-repelling cute pet little pouch; she was also looking for a factory to cooperate with, and the fans heard several good news in a row, the screen filled with cheers.

She saw that although the number was still increasing, it had already stabilized at nine figures; she cleared her throat and said: 'Before the livestream, I have a favor to ask of everyone.'

The livestream chat paused for a moment, then surged, and they eagerly asked Ling Yue.

【What exactly is it? Even the host can't do it?】

【I'm here, I'm here—I never thought I'd one day be able to help the host, hehehe~】

【Host, speak quickly—we'll definitely help!】

Ling Yue looked at these words, her heart going soft repeatedly; this wasn't the first time she'd asked for help—previously, the owner of Gua Gua heard the news, went to a pet consultation shop, and finally reunited with Gua Gua.

Under her, the stray animal rescue base had many little kittens working at the coffee shop of Gua Gua's owner's best friend, basically achieving self-sufficiency.

Ling Yue gathered her focus, her attentive gaze falling on the screen: 'This time it's also about helping to find someone.'

【Wow, did the host pick up another lost little animal?】

Ling Yue glanced at that comment, shook her head, and said: 'Yes and no.'

'This request is about a little friend I know; I want to help him find his parents.'

'He was kidnapped as a child; I know his family is in the south, and there's a huge osmanthus tree at his home. If any friends from the south could help look, that would be great. By the way, his former name was Jin Yu—Jin Yu as in 'holding jade, cherishing jade.''

Ling Yue added some more details piecemeal, all of which had Lin Yang's consent; thinking back to that situation, Ling Yue couldn't help but lower her eyes slightly.

Because Lin Yang had no hope of finding his parents at all. He had been lost for eighteen years—not ten or twenty days, not one or two years, but a full eighteen years.

Ling Yue clearly remembered that when Lin Yang heard her assurance, he laughed and joked: 'Maybe his parents already had another child, or perhaps they started a new family.'

'Even if I can't find them, it's fine; I'm doing alright on my own.'

As he spoke, his eyes were full of calm and indifference, because he had endured worse atrocities than this.

Ling Yue felt as if pricked by a needle, her heart tightening sharply.

At that moment, the livestream's netizens stared at the screen in shock, the comments boiling over——

【Kidnapped?!】

【Heavens, this is too pitiful—how could someone be kidnapped, that person is too hateful; eighteen years, and I'm only seventeen this year.】

【As a mother, who would dare kidnap my son—I'll fight to the death! No mercy!】

【In the south, there are two people named Jin Yu, with a home that has an osmanthus tree so huge two people can't even encircle it; eighteen years ago it was taken by a nanny… according to the host's description, his family background should have been good, but now——】

【Wuwuwu, my tears are about to dry up—I know who it is, it's our school's campus heartthrob; I never expected to hear about him on the host's stream.】

Having been recognized, Ling Yue had long been prepared; on the other hand, the other netizens in the livestream, upon hearing an informed person speak up, instantly became excited.

【The victim's classmate? How is that young man doing now?】

【May hardship lead to sweetness. The young man is now preparing for next year's college entrance exam, his grades excellent—getting into Peking University is no problem! But before, oh my, how tough it was! For three years of high school his mom kept PUA-ing him, he could barely attend school, yet he had the nerve to cause trouble at our school—luckily he's already been locked up!】

【Ah ah ah, I remember now—I've seen the host, the host was right beside that young man; I heard the campus heartthrob's mom was about to sell him to the Black Eagle Society, just a hair's breadth away, but he escaped—indeed, good deeds are rewarded!】

【Holy shit, what the hell is this situation—this is too tragic. Host, I'm from the south, I'll definitely help him!】

Many were shocked by Lin Yang's ordeal—knowing he could have lived a carefree, comfortable life; it's all because of kidnapping, those damn traffickers!

Ling Yue waited a moment, seeing the boiling comments begin to subside, then started today's main task: 'Alright, let's begin the raffle.'

The livestream netizens laughed in unison, recalling the previous few streams.

【Please welcome the next consult-big wronged person type gua gua. JPG】

【Come on, come on, let's take a look together—host, keep it up! I've already started looking forward to it!】

Ling Yue seriously doubted whether this anticipation was genuine or just a desire to gossip.

She pursed her lips; at this moment, the raffle had already ended.

Ling Yue lowered her gaze slightly, landing on the raffle result, and she softly said: 'Congratulations, netizen Yihua Yishijie—please accept my connection invitation first.' Ling Yue paused while saying this, then added: 'You must appear in person.'

This remark instantly stirred the netizens' memories.

【Ahahaha, is this remark of the host because of the cow cat Dian Dian?】

【Dian Dian truly is the smartest little cat I've ever seen—unfortunately, such excellence belongs to other people's cats.】

Some others brought up the owner of the cow cat Dian Dian—it's been a week, and we don't know how the owner is doing now.

At this moment, Yihua Yishijie's livestream hadn't yet connected, but the netizen who mentioned Dian Dian's owner posted a comment.

【Thanks everyone for still remembering me, and thanks to the host—I'm currently in the hospital, my condition has improved, preparing to be discharged and rest at home when the time comes.】

【Early congratulations, miss! Shower of flowers!】

At this moment, Yihua Yishijie finally connected to the livestream; in the split-screen view, the first thing to appear was a steady flow of people, the background quaint and archaic, as if in a scenic spot.

A handsome young man with distinct ethnic minority features appeared on the screen; he looked at Ling Yue and greeted her enthusiastically: 'Hello, host, I am Yihua Yishijie, a Mongolian; today I want you to help consult on a horse—my uncle insists——'

'Saha Zhen.' As he spoke, his words were suddenly cut off—a middle-aged man appeared in the frame; compared to Saha Zhen, his looks could only be described as ordinary, yet between his brows and eyes there was an aura of unspoken dignity, and through the screen one could almost feel his oppressive presence.

The netizens who had been teasing earlier all fell silent; at the same time, the comments dwindled, occasionally flashing a few words like 'scared' or 'trembling with fear'.

The man who suddenly appeared looked at Saha Zhen: 'Host? I asked you to help me buy a horse—why are you asking about the host?'

Saha Zhen shrank his head in fright.

The man said, his eyes full of reminiscence: 'It's just too similar, too similar.'

The livestream viewers stared, utterly confused by his words.

【What does this mean? Big bro, what are you saying?】

【I don't know, I didn't understand either.】

Yihua Yishijie also knew his own problem and voluntarily explained: "The one speaking just now was my uncle, my biological uncle. We're currently touring the Yanjiang Film and Television Base, and he insists I buy a sick horse, saying it's a warhorse he once knew. But look at it—does it look anything like a warhorse?"

As soon as his words fell, the anguished Yihua Yishijie swung the camera, and in an instant everyone could see on the screen a thin horse with yellowish mane, frail and sickly.

Not the slightest exaggeration.

It stood in the horse shed, its whole body almost mud-colored; it shouldn't be called a white horse, but a yellow horse.

Its frailty bore no resemblance to any horse anyone had seen— a huge head and tiny body, delicate bones, and beneath its coat one could clearly see rib after rib.

The yellow horse stood there, the eyes that should have been large and spirited now dull and vacant, gazing blankly into the distance.

Within a ten-meter radius around it, not a single tourist approached; some even turned away and detoured far upon seeing it.

Ling Yue heard from the other side of the screen the disgusted voices of other tourists: "What kind of divine horse, white horse—it's hideous, maybe it's sick; let's get out of here fast!"

"Hey, this horse is ugly and skinny! It's hard on the eyes!"

Ling Yue's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the numb horse; to the outside world's turmoil, it turned a deaf ear.

Beside him, Yihua Yishijie's indignant voice came: "I never agreed to my uncle buying this horse—who knew it would be such a skinny, ugly sick horse, and they're asking fifty thousand for it!"

Yihua Yishijie concluded: "This is just a scam!"

The livestream viewers nodded along; even if they didn't know the price, a quick online search told them the market price for an ordinary horse was ten to twenty thousand per head.

This horse is skinny and ugly; judging by its bone structure, it's probably quite old—how could the price be marked up several times? Isn't this just the scenic area gouging people?

Seeing someone back him up, Yihua Yishijie felt much better.

He looked at his uncle with unspeakable bitterness, having said everything he could, but the uncle wouldn't listen, stubbornly standing by the horse: "It's this one, it's my former comrade-in-arms!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, finally looking at the horse and shouting its name: "Sulede, Sulede!"

Yihua Yishijie didn't believe it: "Oh my dear uncle, you're calling it—do you really think it'll answer?"

He earnestly advised, completely unaware that a comment floated across the screen.

【Emmm… it actually might.】

On the screen, the numb horse, hearing those words, suddenly widened its eyes, turned its head to face the middle-aged man before it, then lifted its hoof and shook its thin head.

Its long yellow mane swayed violently like seaweed.

This scene left the originally lively chat viewers—including Yihua Yishijie—stunned; what was happening?

Seeing this, Yihua Yishijie's uncle's eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down his face from sorrow.

Unable to contain his sorrow, he eagerly stepped up to the horse: "It's this one, my comrade Sulede!"

In the horse shed, the gaunt horse approached and let out a mournful whinny.

Ling Yue suddenly focused, hearing its call to the other party: "Sang Zhayanji."

Beside him, Yihua Yishijie suddenly realized there might be more to this, but not knowing what, he looked pleadingly at Ling Yue: "Host, please help me—ask it whether it really is Sulede."

He found it hard to believe, for as he knew, Sulede was the strongest warhorse on the Mongolian grasslands—how could this ugly, skinny sick horse be it?

Yihua Yishijie couldn't believe it and didn't want to; he chose to seek Ling Yue's help to figure out what was going on.

Since this livestream is for animal consultations, Ling Yue naturally agreed; as for the inquiry, she looked at Yihua Yishijie and asked, "Is your uncle called Sang Zhayanji?"

Yihua Yishijie's eyes widened in shock, the astonishment rendering him speechless and stammering: "Yes, yes, he's called Sang Zhayanji—how do you know that, host?"

Ling Yue looked at the thin horse, her voice low: "It said so."

The livestream viewers' jaws dropped instantly.

【It matches—this isn't just an explanation; it really is Sulede!】

【Sulede means "war god" in Mongolian; a horse worthy of being called a war god—how could it have fallen to such a state?】

【Did you notice what Sang Zhayanji just said? He called Sulede his comrade-in-arms!】

In an instant, the livestream viewers' curiosity was piqued—what could have reduced it to this state? The screen filled with their speculation.

Sang Zhayanji felt the same, but more than anything, he was anguished over his former comrade's condition: "Sulede, my comrade Sulede, you weren't retired—why are you here? Why haven't they treated you well?"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he stretched out a large palm like a cattail fan, palm down, wanting to stroke it—but the fence blocked their contact.

The horse let out a whinny, as if spiritually inclined, slowly lowered its head, and the forehead of the white horse Sulede pressed against his palm: "I don't know either."

Its tone was regretful, and Ling Yue keenly noticed, opening the dedicated panel for the white horse Sulede.

【Name: White Horse】

【Gender: Male】

【Age: Ten】

【Temperament: Gentle, Resilient】

【Skills: Extreme speed, innate leadership】

【Desire: None】

Ling Yue's gaze fell on its age: ten years old, while a horse's lifespan is usually thirty to thirty-five years, with some even living to sixty.

Before age five it's a juvenile; between three and sixteen it's in peak condition, only after sixteen does it enter old age—and this horse is just ten.

It has lived only a third of its horse life.

Before Ling Yue could ask Sulede, Sang Zhayanji spoke up first; by questioning Yihua Yishijie, he learned that many were watching the livestream.

Sang Zhayanji composed himself and told the viewers before the camera: "My comrade Sulede was once the finest horse on the Inner Mongolian grasslands, and it was also my superior's mount."

As he spoke, his eyes lit up: "Sulede was very smart and brave. One winter, our unit got separated from the main force; I, the regiment commander, and Sulede were blocked by a blizzard. The snow on the Inner Mongolian grasslands fell like goose feathers, bitterly cold—if we couldn't quickly rejoin the main force, we would surely freeze to death."

Hearing this, the viewers all gasped; objectively speaking, his narration wasn't particularly vivid, but the deep emotion within came through even across the screen.

Beside him, Sulede lightly tapped its hooves, its big eyes blinking, glittering with tears; everyone thought it was mourning the past, but only Ling Yue heard the horse's self‑deprecating voice: "All that was long ago—what's Sulede? Do I even deserve the name Sulede now?"

It slumped, trying to pull its head away, but Sang Zhayanji lunged faster and held it tight, as if by telepathy, gritting his teeth: "Sulede, you will always be my comrade!"

Ling Yue felt a sting in her chest, Sang Zha Yanjie's narration continued as he stroked the horse's sore head, his eyes welling up again: "But while we were searching, we ran into prairie wolves."

We were just two people and a horse, with snow flying everywhere; those damned wolf pups numbered over ten; at the critical moment, Sulede lunged forward and attacked, ramming the vicious wolves and gravely injuring the wolf pack's leader; when we regrouped, I saw a red warhorse—that was Sulede, its body covered in wolf bites, a white horse stained completely red by blood.

Later, the commander and I fell into a snow pit; Sulede suddenly bolted, we thought it had left, and we felt relieved—since we couldn't survive, at least Sulede could still live on. It's smart and sturdy; it will surely find the main unit and survive!

But nobody expected it to trudge through the snow to locate the main force; it endured its wounds and led the rescue team, yet it fell ill itself, treated in the stables for half a month, its body covered in horrible scars, and only after a full year did it return to its original condition.

My life was saved by Sulede, so hearing it was retiring made me extremely reluctant; but the regiment commander told me, Sulede retired so it could serve the country better.

As he spoke, Sang Zha Yanjie Yanjie burst into tears, holding Sulede, tears brimming in his eyes spilling over; man and horse clung together in a tight embrace.

The sight of tears streaming down completely shocked the livestream's viewers.

【So why was Sulede retired? It should have been a warhorse galloping the prairies; judging by Sang Zha Yanjie's words, it must have been quite young then, not deserving retirement.】

Sang Zha Yanjie also saw the comments, clenching his fists tightly: "It retired because a director once approached our regiment commander—"

"Hey, who are you? How can you get close to our animals?"

A voice suddenly rang out, cutting off his narration; a uniformed staff member approached Sang Zha Yanjie, and the harsh words, upon seeing the man, were all swallowed by him.

He flinched, instantly cowed: "Th-this visitor, this horse is from our film and television base; without permission, it cannot be touched."

He said this, inwardly thinking he'd seen a ghost; before, this ugly horse could still draw some traffic, but now, not to mention attracting, many people who wanted to come play at the base were turned away by this dirty horse.

The film and television base officials were pondering how to move this horse out, as it really hindered the view; as for how, one option was to sell it, another was… to wait for it to die.

The first option was hopeless; the second, the staff who fed the horses knew well, this was probably its final fate.

Thus, this horse went from having its own private stall to being locked in a large group of sturdy horses; because in its early years it went up and down mountains, endured filming hardships, the white horse bore many scars, and was no match for those plump, strong young horses.

Each time fodder was fed, it had to wait until the other horses finished eating before it could approach, nibbling the leftover scraps.

Thus, its health deteriorated day by day.

The staff member came to, knocked on a side sign, and said nonchalantly: "Of course, if you want to touch or ride it, you may do so."

The One Flower One World moving camera panned, fully capturing the wooden sign on screen; all livestream viewers could see the large characters: Divine Horse Rental, fifty yuan per hour.

【Holy shit, Divine Horse? Which sucker would actually pay for that!】

【Never mind the ridiculous name Divine Horse; whether this horse's body can even carry a person is debatable.】

The staff member also felt it was a rip-off, but couldn't help it; hearing an old colleague say it used to be a hundred yuan an hour, this was already half after being cut down.

He then gasped, inwardly complaining, truly money-crazed— which sucker has that much money?

Getting back to the point, the staff member's interruption left Sang Zha Yanjie having said only half; the viewers' hearts were like a cat scratching, frantically wanting to hear the other half, which was also the most crucial matter.

Why did Sulede end up here?

Sang Zha Yanjie glared at him angrily: "Since you want money, how can you treat it like this? Sulede is only ten, still so young."

The staff member was startled by him, then realized, whose place is this?

"What are you yelling for? Want to fight? This horse is now our film and television base's; we can do whatever we want with it— what right do you have to say that?"

The dispute between the two quickly drew a crowd; security reported to superiors, and soon the other party arrived, seeing One Flower One World and Sang Zha Yanjie, instantly delighted: "Old brother, you really are stubborn, this horse is fifty thousand, not a single cent less."

Hearing that, the livestream viewers were about to explode with anger.

【Holy shit, this is outright extortion!】

【But if we could save it, not just fifty thousand, I'd even be willing to pay a hundred thousand!】

【Sulede used to be so formidable, so healthy— how exactly did it go from a military horse to this state?】

【Streamer, please ask Sulede; I'm about to tear up watching this.】

【Wuwuwu me too, let the crowdfunding streamer ask Sulede!】

【+10086】

The change came too fast; Ling Yue didn't even have time to react, lowering her gaze she saw a screen full of pleas, her eyes falling on the silent horse Sulede.

Sulede responded slowly, stepped back a few paces, looked at the incredulous Sang Zha Yanjie, slowly lowered its head: "Sang Zha Yanjie, why are you saving me? Do you want to abandon me again?"

"Even if I die, this is my fate."

Ling Yue knotted her brows tightly, suddenly recalling the blank wish column on the earlier panel— because it had already despaired, to the point of having no wish at all.

Ling Yue's gaze fell on Sang Zha Yanjie, telling him what the white horse Sulede had just said.

Sang Zha Yanjie's breath hitched, as if a sharp dagger had been viciously stabbed into his heart, twisted again and again: "Sulede."

He couldn't see the horse's eyes, only a withered tuft of hair like dry grass; in an instant, the bridge of his nose couldn't help but turn sour, a grown man actually painfully shedding tears: "Sulede, we've let you down, I came too late. How could I know they clearly promised before to treat you well for life, yet they deceived us!"

Everyone saw that after he spoke those words, the horse's eyes shed large drops of tears, in the sunlight each one glimmered like a diamond.

They could never imagine how much suffering it had endured.

Suddenly, Sang Zha Yanjie uttered the name of a film that had once exploded in popularity years ago; its actors became famous because of the film, the film itself entered cinematic history, and to this day it is still talked about with relish.

Sang Zha Yanjie: "That film's director came to our regiment and took Sulede away; at the time Sulede was only three and a half years old, it was the mount of our cavalry regiment commander; the commander hated to agree, but the other party softened and hardened, promising to take good care of Sulede; Sulede should have been an honored military horse, but she was prematurely retired." "If it weren't for today, I fear I would never know in a lifetime that Sulede actually lived such days."

Upon hearing that, the viewers fell silent, taking a long while to recover. Many, even those who greatly loved the role Sulede portrayed, only now learned that Sulede's fate turned out this way.

The livestream was like a ladle of cold water flung straight into a boiling oil pot, instantly exploding.

Ling Yue asked Sulede: "After the film shoot ended, have you been staying here all this time?"

The horse looked at the tiny screen, nodded: "I've been here for five years already."

"Back when we were filming, they treated me well, I gave my all, always charging ahead; but when it ended, they all went home, leaving only me, a lone horse, standing helplessly beside the props, after which I was brought here."

"She came to see me, saw my condition, said she felt terrible, but in the end she did nothing, and I knew she had deceived me."

Sulede raised its head, its clear, round horse eyes reflecting the azure sky: "These five years, I've constantly longed for my homeland's clouds, my homeland's grasslands, but I have no home."

After filming ended, the actors each returned home; Sulede, as a retired military horse, should have enjoyed its twilight years in the army, and even in death would have been buried with military honors, but because of the film shoot it was retired, and it can never return to its homeland's grasslands.

Sulede thought it would live on in a daze until death.

Actually, it recognized Sang Zha Yanjie far earlier than he recognized it; Sulede spotted Sang Zha Yanjie in the crowd at a glance, his former comrade.

Sulede did nothing; it had already been abandoned by humans more than once, and dared not trust people again.

Ling Yue felt a lump in her throat hearing this; the white horse Sulede had already turned its head, tears continuously streaming down.

After Ling Yue translated it, Sang Zha Yanji slapped himself hard, he looked at the person in charge: "Fifty thousand, I'll buy it."

This time, Yi Hua Yi Shijie also remained silent; this was Uncle Fang's lifesaving grace horse, once even more a loyal warhorse, what reason does he have to stop it!

Sang Zha Yanji stroked Su Le De's bony, emaciated body with heartache, glaring angrily at the person in charge: "You will surely pay the price!"

The person in charge chuckled: "What price?"

"This horse was taken in together with the equipment; it's something nobody wanted; we bought it, we also spent a lot of money back then, we went through legitimate channels—what were you to it before? How can you make us pay the price?"

He laughed triumphantly, feeling pleased inside; fifty thousand—even if they sold the horse along with its bones, they couldn't get this price.

The person in charge, belly protruding, collected the money with a grin.

When Su Le De was moved out of the stable, its big eyes still showed some disbelief; Sang Zha Yanji kept calling it, it looked at him, dazed as if a statue.

The next moment, it bolted out.

Su Le De circled Sang Zha Yanji, its hooves striking the blue stone slabs, making a clear chi-chi-chi sound.

Su Le De let out a loud snort, blinked its eyes, Sang Zha Yanji stroked its ribs, person and horse clung close together, just as they had long ago.

This scene moved countless netizens to tears.

【Wuwuwu the streamer lied, we clearly agreed to watch the daily life of the big gullible, why are you making me cry!】

【Such a good horse unrewarded, can Su Le De still return to the army?】

【It should be galloping on the grasslands, not like now, cooped up in that cramped, smelly stable.】

【Fortunately, fortunately, Su Le De's comrade came looking for it again, it's saved.】

【But can it still go home?】

Regarding this question, Yi Hua Yi Shijie said he had something to say.

"Netizens, don't worry, my family is in Inner Mongolia, there's a not-too-large pasture." He told the netizens his plan: "Afterwards we'll transport Su Le De back to Inner Mongolia; even if it can't return to the army, I'll let it recuperate in our family's pasture."

Sang Zha Yanji also nodded, stroking the horse's head: "I've already contacted the regiment commander, asking if Su Le De's condition can allow it to rejoin the unit—don't think I'm so fond of Su Le De, our regiment commander truly loves horses as his life."

"When Su Le De was first sent away, he cried for half a month, his eyes swollen yet he insisted it was just sand from the grassland getting in his eyes."

Sang Zha Yanji said this, breaking into a grin, but the sorrow and heartache in his eyes were palpable.

Su Le De heard the familiar call, its ears perked up instantly.

Speak of the devil—just as Sang Zha Yanji finished speaking, his phone rang, the other party initiated a video chat; upon seeing Su Le De's current state, that regiment commander immediately cursed.

Just as he said, this regiment commander truly loves horses as his life; compared to Sang Zha Yanji's earlier hesitation, he recognized it at once, overcome with emotion.

"Su Le De! Su Le De! Su Le De!"

The white horse Su Le De couldn't make out the regiment commander's appearance, but it could hear it; this was the owner's voice, it neighed excitedly, the regiment commander's voice, trembling with tears, reached everyone's ears.

"Damn it, he spouted nonsense back then and I actually believed her lies—Su Le De, whoever dares to bully you, I'll be the first not to let them off!"

Hearing this, the netizens exclaimed in delight; beside them, the person in charge's face turned deathly pale—although only for a moment, he could see the three-star insignia on the man's shoulder, and in that instant his teeth went click-click from shaking.

On this side, Ling Yue, who had been sizing up Su Le De, suddenly spoke: "Yi Hua Yi Shijie, give me an address, I'll send something over."

Yi Hua Yi Shijie, flattered and startled, reacted and immediately shook his head to refuse: "No no, streamer, I haven't done anything either, no need to specially send me anything."

Ling Yue was stunned, then immediately understood his meaning; Ling Yue: "Ah…"

She explained: "What I mean is, Su Le De's current condition isn't great; I have something here that would help its later recovery, so I'm preparing to send it some food—please help receive it."

Yi Hua Yi Shijie: "……"

The originally envious livestream netizens: "……"

【Hehahahaha that hit home—turns out it's for the horse, so I'm relieved.】

【Streamer sends, send big items!】

【I'll cover the postage, give Su Le De extra meals! Extra meals!】

Yi Hua Yi Shijie gave a dry smile, heart full of MMP, wishing he could smash his head to death on the ground, he's lost face, wuwuwu T^T

But even though he thought that, he still nodded: "I—I'll send it to you later."

Ling Yue gave a faint smile: "I'll write a note—Su Le De is still young, it has plenty of time; who knows, there might be a turning point."

Yi Hua Yi Shijie is no fool; hearing the subtext in her words, his eyes lit up instantly, he echoed her like a chick pecking at grain: "Exactly, exactly, exactly!"

The first livestream consultation ended.

The livestream netizens reacted, thinking of Su Le De's condition, they couldn't help but discuss it worriedly.

【A ten-year-old retired military horse, and its health is poor—can it really return to the army?】

【Maybe, if a miracle occurs.】

【Isn't this itself a miracle? If not for the livestream, how could the drastically changed Su Le De and its comrade recognize each other?】

【I truly hope it can return home and become a splendid steed once more!】

Unfortunately, most people expressed doubt about this.

The lurking Yi Hua Yi Shijie in the livestream couldn't hold back; although he didn't know what method Ling Yue would use, he believed Su Le De would definitely be able to return to the army.

Because of Ling Yue's previous words, he too is an old fan of the livestream, knowing the streamer never speaks without basis.

During the second raffle, Ling Yue, busy but finding a moment, calculated the dosage of high-purity pet food for Su Le De—it's not a diluted factory product, but her homemade pet food, the uncut version.

Even if Su Le De's situation is dire, even if it's at death's door, Ling Yue could pull it back from the brink like she rescued a mother boar.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered, the raffle results came out.

Ling Yue: "Congratulations, Ten-Thousand-Volt Pikachu, what do you want to consult?"

As her words fell, on the other side, the pitch-black screen finally revealed its true appearance.

The sun shone brightly, the water sparkled.

Ten-Thousand-Volt Pikachu is a handsome young man with a gentle demeanor; at this moment he stood by the shore, his tea-colored eyes gazing down at the screen, giving a soft smile: "Hello streamer, I am Ten-Thousand Pikachu."

"Hello streamer, I am Ten-Thousand-Volt Pikachu!"

Another crisp, tender voice sounded, repeating the boy's words.

Under everyone's gaze, a colorful, plump little head slowly arched out from below the screen, like a solid and cute round little mushroom, with a soft "chiu" it arched out.

It was a mysterious phoenix parrot with a yellow head and pale yellow body, its mung‑bean‑sized eyes very lively, and cute orange‑red round spots on its cheeks, looking as if cute blush had been applied.

At that moment, it was being held in the male student's palm, a beautiful tuft of feathers on its head; on a human head it would evoke the image of a 'kill‑matte' non‑mainstream style, but on its head it instantly struck the hearts of the online viewers.

【Ahhhhh so cute so cute!】

【If cuteness could be scored, I'd give it two hundred points!】

【This bird is really handsome… ah no, this person is really good‑looking!】

Ling Yue glanced at the screen, involuntarily nodding her head, but, only children make choices; adults of course want everything!

The master is handsome, the bird is cute.

Ling Yue curled the corner of her mouth, her gaze fixed on the male student; suddenly, her eyes darkened and her expression grew solemn. ：，，.