I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3402 - 1691: Offending Both Subordinate and Superior is Still an Offense, Disrespecting Saints, Emperors, and Present Gods and Buddhas_2

Ye Jin once traveled to the interstellar era, and became an orphan on a barren star. The weatherproof house is almost out of whack. Ye Jin had no choice but to go back to his old business and become a food anchor, hoping to solve his urgent needs.

Ye Jin on the first day of the live broadcast: Today, I will live broadcast to make Chinese delicacies, fish porridge and braised fish cubes. The method is very simple and the braised fish with rice is a must.

Netizen 1: Anchor, you can’t do this, I have no appetite when I look at it. Isn’t this a scam?

Netizen 2: Chinese food? I’ve never heard of it before, who still eats this kind of nutritious and unpalatable food now!

Netizen 3: This meaty smell is so bad and not delicious. Besides, now everyone drinks nutritional supplements, and no one will eat this kind of thing.

After Ye Jin really made the dish, netizens were so fragrant that they scrambled to buy it, and even spent a lot of money in the live broadcast room just to get a taste of the delicious food.

Since then, the craze for food making has swept the entire interstellar space, and Ye Jin’s food live broadcast room has become the spiritual heaven of the people of the empire.

Then one day, many netizens discovered that there were more people in Ye Jin’s family.

All netizens: No way! Whoever dog man took away the anchor is unforgivable!

Fu Chen, a dog man who is an admiral of the empire: …

Netizens who know the truth: QAQ Is there any help for those who scold the admiral?

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

As the Gods descended onto Earth to bless their children to save them from the threat of extinction, supernatural beings were born with the help of the System.

However, not everyone was blessed.

Zayn was a “Normie”, but he was quite happy about that!

Who the hell needs the Blessing of a God or a spoon-feeding system?

I don't!

As long as I had the Grimoire of the Ancient, some fragmented memories of my past, and my Army of Spirits, not even Gods would dare to look me in the eyes!