"Dear audience friends, loyal players of "Que Yin", hello everyone!"
The fill light in the studio was turned on, and the host with exquisite makeup greeted him emotionally.
Huang Ziwen was so excited by the light that he narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took him a moment to recover.
The studio is much larger this time, and the main reason is that the number of guests has increased.
There were three couches in the entire studio, and there were three or four players sitting on them, and most of them were obviously a little cramped.
Huang Ziwen looked around the sofa where he was. In addition to Su Yanshao and Tang Dongshan, there were also himself and Xu Garlic.
Xu Garlic actually looks like the character. It seems that the character was created directly using the pre-read face model without even looking at the beauty.
Such a face, although it seems ordinary in games and live broadcast rooms where the beauty level per capita is ten, but when you see it offline, it is difficult to say that it is not beautiful.
"Now, let us invite the guests of today's promotional event to say hello to everyone. First of all, the representatives of Blood Harbor players!"
Huang Ziwen's eyes followed the host's introduction and looked aside. On the couch next to the host, a man sat up straight and showed a calm smile:
"Hello everyone, we meet again. I am the player representative of Blood Harbor this time, Qian Xiaoqian from the Dead Fleet!"
Qian Xiaoqian?
Huang Ziwen was stunned. He remembered that this person had been on a show with him before. At that time, he was still a player of Olimar and was exhausted as a slave.
Why has he become a Blood Harbor player now?
"Welcome Qian Xiaoqian. Qian Xiaoqian is also an old acquaintance of our players. If I remember correctly, the last time you came to our program, you were still a player of Olimar. Why are you now the player representative of Blood Harbor? ?”
The beautiful host smiled and asked Huang Ziwen's question.
Qian Xiaoqian nodded and said with a smile: "Hello host, yes, last time I met you as an Olimar player. Friends who often watch my live broadcast room and posts should know that I am a As a player who is keen on creating guides and wiki content, an in-game adventure in the Olimar region brought me to Blood Harbor."
"Compared to Olimar, Blood Harbor currently has more dungeons and combat content worthy of my production, so I did not return to Olimar, but chose to stay in Blood Harbor and became a player of Blood Harbor . If other areas attract my attention in the future, I may change it next time I meet you, haha!"
The host smiled, nodded, and asked again:
"I noticed that our Blood Harbor players all mentioned the Dead Fleet when introducing themselves. Is this some kind of plot in the game?"
Huang Ziwen also noticed this problem. Not only Qian Xiaoqian, but also all the players in Blood Harbor introduced themselves as xxx from the Dead Fleet.
The Dead Fleet is a section of Blood Harbor on Queyin's official forum, and Huang Ziwen has always been curious about it.
Qian Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, actually, the organization of the Blood Harbor Dead Fleet was chosen by the players due to the plot in the game. It can be said that the Dead Fleet not only refers to the players of Blood Harbor, but also to the game. The organization that actually exists within, as for the plot..."
He paused, then suddenly smiled and shrugged: "I can only say that the characters in the Dead Fleet are all people who should have died but did not die, haha, because the game has competition between players, we can only reveal so much at the moment. "
"Wow, it seems that the plot of the Blood Harbor players is still very mysterious. Okay, let's welcome the players from the West Asian Principality in the game, and their representative, Saury, welcome!"
The saury waving to greet everyone was a man, and he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The ID of saury is not famous at all.
But this player is so handsome, with a straight nose and a tall and thin figure. At a glance, he looks like a movie star.
"Hello everyone, I am a shepherd from the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia, ID Saury."
Although there are no live viewers in the studio, the number of barrages has suddenly increased at this moment. The barrages that fill the screen are mostly "?"
"Welcome Saury, welcome players from the Principality of West Asia. We all know that in the latest plot that has been announced in the game, the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia lost to Simeng this time and lost the battle. I believe many players, like me, want to know what is going on now. What is the situation of the Holy Church? Will they continue to fight in West Asia?"
It can be seen that the host himself is also a gamer, which is quite satisfying.
The sword-browed Star Eyed Saury smiled helplessly: "No, this time we lost. The Grand Duke of West Asia, NPC Tilda, has incorporated the Divine Bishop Church into the Grand Duke's residence. After that, the Divine Bishop Church will be the official power of West Asia. Continue Get in on the game.”
Neither Saury, Huang Ziwen nor any of the players present knew that this was a conclusion reached after Tilda's consideration and discussion with Xiang Han Dongwen.
If it weren't for the support of Han Dongwen, who understood the character of the players, Tilda would have made the decision to eradicate these strangers.
Being pardoned as an official force like this now, and continuing to have tasks to do and skills to learn, is really almost a fantasy.
"Okay, here is our old friend, a player from Simeng in the game. Let us welcome the player representative, Sherlock Hook!"
Naturally, Huang Ziwen's identity as a player representative is not based on his military exploits, but rather taking care of his semi-official status, which is considered an internal benefit.
He sat up straight and raised his hands stiffly:
"Hello everyone, I'm from Simeng..."
After hesitating for a moment, Huang Ziwen said: "A player from the Simeng National Security Department, Sherlock Hook."
"Welcome! Sherlock Hook is also an old friend of our show. This time the national war between Simeng and West Asia is also the biggest event in Qingyin. I believe everyone has full expectations for the plot of Simeng. As Si Meng, may I ask? Meng players, what is your evaluation of the current plot in the Simeng area?"
Huang Ziwen thought for a moment, then slowly said:
"Viewers who are familiar with me know that I am a person who is keen to pursue the settings and plots in the game, so I have been studying the plot of Simeng."
"First of all, as everyone knows in the game, the characters played by us players are not ordinary ordinary people in the world, but strangers who fall from the sky. To the NPCs in the game, we are visitors from outside the world. This is to understand the plot There is a consensus that we need to understand first.”
"The aliens are events that happen in the game. They are involved in the advancement of the plot. They are not ordinary people."
"Well, unlike the way other countries treat aliens, I noticed that the country of Simeng seems to be well prepared for the arrival of aliens, that is, players. Compared with other regions, the character development of Simeng players is also more thorough. , and there are more opportunities, so I have a guess.”
"My guess is that for players, the identity of Yiren will eventually have a fixed destination. Instead of the current chaotic world, Yiren as a whole may eventually be associated with a certain country, a certain regime, Even a certain monarch jointly promotes the plot of the game, and based on the current situation, I think Simeng meets this characteristic."
The host was stunned: "You mean, the current stage of the game is just for the players to find and select such a camp, and finally enter the next stage of the plot as allies of this camp?"
Huang Ziwen nodded: "That's what I mean."
"Well...so, is there anything you can share with us about the plot of the Simeng region itself?"
Faced with Huang Ziwen's speech, which was mainly based on speculation, the host decided to change the topic.
Huang Ziwen let out a long breath and said: "Looking at the actual plot, the most important thing for the players at present is to learn skills from the major sects living in Simeng, and then deploy their troops to participate in the Bailan Mountain border war with West Asia. Everyone is Knowing that the current theme of the game is troubled times, then war will naturally be inevitable, and players will continue to be active as part of the army..."
"Damn it, you asked the wrong person!"
Before Huang Ziwen finished speaking, the young master beside him suddenly waved his hand and took over the topic: "He has been in Bailan Mountain, what does he know! Let me tell you, Simeng's next step is to deal with the war in Blood Harbor !”
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him.
The most concerned eyes among them are naturally the people of the Dead Fleet.
Young Master Shen Yan said with a proud face: "I am not talking nonsense. The PV should be released today, right? When the film comes out, there will be more to play with!"
"This, this..."
The host spoke a little hesitantly.
The guest may not know it, but as the organizer, she knows very well that the kid in white is the only son of the largest shareholder of "that group". If he holds a grudge, it will not do any good.
"Put on the PV!"
Addicted young master said excitedly.
The original live broadcast content also included some guest interactions that had nothing to do with the game, such as you draw and I guess, etc., which were regarded as the private goods of their studio.
The barrage became lively and started to boo
【Put PV! 】
[I came to watch the game, not to watch these people play house]
【Put PV, put PV, put PV, put PV】
The power of money and the voice of the people are now on the sidelines.
The director gave in and gave the host instructions to introduce the PV session.
"Okay, since everyone is so enthusiastic, let's not talk much!"
The host, who was a little embarrassed at first, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to do these steps at work, but as a player, of course she also wanted to see this PV that she had never seen before.
"Next, please watch this version of the regional special PV, "Simeng Beauty"!"
The lights went out, and everyone followed the guests, watching with satisfaction and excitement what was going to be broadcast next.
lamp.
Jumping lights emerged from the darkness.
The candlesticks flickered.
The bronze mirror is bright.
A woman's face was reflected in the bright mirror - she couldn't see her face, only her moist lips.
Beneath the lips is a soft jaw, and below that is a swan-like elegant neck, and below that is the eye-catching collarbone.
You can also see the skirt the woman is wearing.
Red, gold, interlaced.
Zhuang Yan is raised together, with phoenix patterns on it.
This is a wedding dress, but what sounds in the background is not joy, but solemn, sacrificial drums.
In such a solemn atmosphere, the beautiful woman in the mirror seemed to be quite relaxed.
"If mother could see today, she would be very happy."
A woman's voice sounded from outside the frame, but the woman with her back to the camera did not look back and said in a relaxed tone:
"My mother hopes that we can marry the person we like, and my father wants us to protect our country. If we see this today, it will be too late to cry."
The woman who asked the question sighed:
"It would be great if we didn't have to have this contradiction."
A maid came to the woman's side and handed her a letter of lipstick.
The sound of the drum suddenly became more distant than before. The woman with her back to the camera looked sideways at the red lipstick and fell into silence.
She seemed to be hesitating whether she should keep this lipstick for tonight.
The picture zoomed in, zoomed in, and one end fell into the red.
The drums could no longer be heard in the background.
What filled my ears was the howling wind.
The red in front of the camera zoomed further and further away, shrinking into a dot again.
A dot on the stone floor, a drop of blood.
The surroundings had turned into a gloomy hall. A man knelt on the ground in pain and gasped, with blood flowing from his mouth.
Above his head, Tilda, the Grand Duke of West Asia, holding an ice spear, was fighting fiercely with several knights in the church.
The man gritted his teeth and murmured unbearably.
"Gu Hanyang...you lied to me..."
"Shut up, Jack Guo..."
The fight in the air made a loud noise like a storm, but the man's murmur seemed to echo in the ears of the audience.
"Pfft!"
He finally couldn't bear it any longer and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
But the next second, the man didn't care about himself. Instead, he raised his head and shouted: "Tilda! Kill me!"
The eyes of the silver-haired Qiji in the air flashed with surprise. She looked at the man who opened his hands towards her, gritted his teeth and dived.
Blood flowed and seeped into the seams of the stone slabs.
A few drops that fell occasionally were accidentally wiped away by the man's fallen hand, leaving a trail of blood on the stone slab.
The sounds of fighting suddenly seemed to be isolated, like falling into the crevices of a glacier.
Quiet.
In the silence, the camera moved towards the blood stain, turning the lake into the same red color.
A flute sound sounded leisurely in my ears.
Still windy.
The red color turned into a petal, falling from the last branch in winter, flying in the cold wind, and falling next to a white skirt with the sound of the flute.
The camera moved to the opposite side of the white dress. A man wearing a black robe with red edges stood and looked at the girl in the white dress who was kneeling on the ground.
The solitary chirping of birds could be heard in the air, and the girl's white neck trembled slightly with great determination.
"If Your Majesty wants to make it impossible for your slaves to escape death... at least you will be worthy of Your Highness if you die in front of this palace."
Little Hongdou's normally cute face had her eyes closed sadly.
The man in black robe standing in front of him had a livid complexion and raised the folding fan in his hand.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
Only the wind moves.
In King Simeng's chamber, a man covered in blood stood out.
Like an extremely slow motion, the man whose face was dripping with blood but whose eyes were still straight stared at the other person and slowly stretched out his hands.
His right hand took the folding fan from the man in black robe, and his left hand held Little Hongdou in his arms.
"Clear...turbid...since...very..."
Han Dongwen's hoarse voice sounded. He suddenly raised his hand, opened the folding fan in front of Tantai Ming, and hugged Xiao Hongdou tightly.
The blood-covered palm tightly hugged Xiao Hongdou's arm, leaving shocking red lines on her crescent-white sleeves.
The camera zoomed in on this red color, slowly blurring into a lake, and slowly losing focus.
When he focused again, the red color had turned into blood.
Blood dripped from a sword and spilled into the white snow on the ground.
Han Dongwen held a sword and stood in Eagle Watching City before dawn. His white cloak had been dyed crimson.
"Your Highness!"
A choked and excited voice came from the front. Chi Hanqing, who was wearing a medical robe, rushed forward and hugged him into his arms.
At dawn, light pierces the mist and shines into the sky. Facing the sunlight, the picture shines into a dazzling white.
The camera shakes and the white fades away, leaving the candle shadow still shaking red.
The woman with her back to the camera suddenly smiled and kissed her cheek gently.
Her face was finally revealed from the camera, and it was Jiang Keyin's beautiful face.
Today, her makeup is bright and solemn, which is even more exciting than usual.
She stood up gracefully, wearing a phoenix-embroidered wedding dress, extremely luxurious.
The bride wore a hijab, but Jiang Keyin wore a phoenix crown covered with pearls and jade.
Breathtaking beauty.
"Your Highness, the ceremony has arrived. Your Highness is waiting."
There was a voice outside the screen, and Jiang Keyin smiled like she usually did.
The lens dimmed, turning into pure black.
Quiet.
silent.
The emotion lasted for a long time. Both the guests and the audience thought that this excellent PV had been played.
They were wondering why the lights were not turned on. Suddenly, a man's voice came from the dark screen.
"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."
