bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 329
"Dear viewers and friends, loyal players of "Que Yin", hello everyone!"

The fill light in the studio was turned on, and the host with exquisite makeup greeted with emotion.

Huang Ziwen was excited by the light and narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took a while for him to recover.

The scale of the studio is much larger this time, the main reason is that the number of guests has increased.

There are three couches in the entire studio, and three or four players are sitting on them, obviously most of them are a bit cramped.

Huang Ziwen looked around his sofa, besides Yan Shao and Tang Dongshan, there were also himself and Xu Daliuan.

Xu Dali really looked like a character. It seemed that the character was created directly with the pre-read face model, and he didn't even look at the beauty.

Although such a face looks ordinary in games and live broadcast rooms where the per capita beauty level is ten, it is hard to say that it is not beautiful when it is seen offline.

"Next, let's invite the guests of today's promotional event to say hello to everyone, first of all, the representatives of Bloodport players!"

Huang Ziwen followed the host's introduction and looked aside. On the couch beside the host, a man sat up straight, showing a calm smile:

"Hi 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 taken aback, he remembered that this person had been on the show with him before, when he was still a player of Olimar, exhausted as a slave.

Why is he now a player in Bloodport?
"Welcome Qian Xiaoqian, Qian Xiaoqian is also an old acquaintance of our players. If I remember correctly, you were still a player of Olimar when you came to our program last time. Why are you now a player representative of Blood Harbor? ?”

The beautiful host asked Huang Ziwen's question with a smile.

Qian Xiaoqian nodded and said with a smile: "Hello host, that's right, 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 Players who are more keen on making strategy and wiki content also brought me to Blood Harbor during an in-game adventure in the Olimar area."

"Compared to Olimar, there are currently more dungeons and combat content in the area of ​​​​Bloodport that are worthy of my making, so I did not return to Olimar, but chose to stay in Bloodport and became a player of Bloodport .If there are other areas that attract my attention in the future, I may change it next time I meet you, haha!"

The host nodded with a smile and asked again:
"I noticed that when our Blood Harbor players introduced themselves, they mentioned the Fleet of the Dead. Is this some kind of plot in the game?"

Huang Ziwen also noticed this problem. Not only Qian Xiaoqian, but all the players in Blood Harbor introduced themselves as xxx of the Dead Fleet.

The Fleet of the Dead is the blood port section on Queyin's official forum, and Huang Ziwen has always been curious about it.

Qian Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said: "That's right, actually, the organization of the Blood Harbor Dead Fleet was chosen by the players based on the plot in the game. It can be said that the Dead Fleet not only refers to the players in Blood Harbor, but also refers to the game. The organization that actually exists inside, as for the plot..."

He paused, and suddenly shrugged with a smile: "I can only say that the characters of the Dead Fleet are all people who should have died but didn't 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 port players is still very mysterious. Okay, let's welcome the players from the Principality of West Asia in the game, and their representative, saury, welcome!"

The saury waving to greet everyone was a man, and he immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

The ID of saury is not famous at all.

But this player is really handsome, with a straight nose and a tall and thin body, he looks like a movie star in the blink of an eye.

"Hi everyone, I'm a shepherd from the Catholic Church in the Principality of West Asia, ID Saury."

Although there were no real audiences in the studio, the number of barrages had suddenly increased at this moment, and the barrages across the screen were all dominated by "?".

"Welcome saury, and welcome the players of the Principality of West Asia. We all know that in the latest plot announced by the game, the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia lost to Simeng this time, and the battle was lost. I believe that many players, like me, want to know the current situation. What is the situation of the Catholic Church? Will the fight continue in West Asia?"

It can be seen that the host himself is also a game player, which is satisfactory.

The sword-browed and star-eyed saury smiled helplessly: "No, this time we lost, the Grand Duke of West Asia, NPC Tilda has incorporated the Catholic Church into the Grand Duke's residence, and the subsequent Catholic Church is the official power of West Asia, continue Get involved in the game."

Whether it was Saury, Huang Ziwen, or any of the players present, they didn't know. It was Tilda's deliberation and the conclusion reached after consulting with Han Dongwen.

If it weren't for the support of Han Dongwen, who understands the player's nature, I'm afraid Tilda would have already made up his mind to wipe out these aliens.

As it is now, as an official power, continue to have tasks to do and skills to learn, it is almost a wishful thinking.

"Okay, here is our old friend, the player from Simeng in the game, let us welcome the player representative, Sherlock Hook!"

The identity of Huang Ziwen, the player representative, is naturally not based on his military exploits, but to take care of his semi-official status, which can be regarded as an internal benefit.

He sat up straight and raised his hands stiffly:
"Hi everyone, I'm from Simeng..."

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Ziwen said, "A player from the Simeng Guoan Division, Sherlock Hook."

"Welcome! Sherlock Hook is also an old friend of our program. This time the national war between Simeng and West Asia is also the biggest event in Queyin. I believe everyone has full expectations for the plot of Simeng. May I ask you as Simeng?" Players of Meng, what is your evaluation of the current plot in the Simeng area?"

Huang Ziwen thought for a moment, then slowly said:

"The audience who are familiar with me know that I am a person who is keen to trace back the settings and plots in the game, so I have been researching the plot of Simeng."

"First of all, as everyone knows in the game, the role played by our players is not an ordinary person in the world, but a stranger who descended from the sky. For the NPCs in the game, we are visitors from outside the sky. When you need to understand the consensus."

"Inhumans are events that happen in the game, they are involved in the advancement of the plot, they are not ordinary people."

"Then, 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, Simeng players' character training and growth are more comprehensive. , there are more chances, so I have a guess."

"My guess is that, for players, the identity of Yiren will actually have a fixed destination in the end, instead of the current chaotic world, Yiren as a whole may end up with a certain country, a certain regime, Even a certain monarch jointly promoted the plot of the game, and judging from the current situation, I think Si Meng fits this feature."

The host was stunned: "You mean, the current stage of the game is just to allow players to find and select such a camp, and finally enter the next stage as allies of this camp, right?"

Huang Ziwen nodded: "That's what I mean."

"This...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 live in the various sects in Simeng to learn the arts, and then join the army to participate in the border war with Bailan Mountain in West Asia. Everyone Knowing that the current theme of the game is a troubled world, then the next war will naturally be indispensable, and players will continue to be active as troops..."

"Damn, you asked the wrong person!"

Huang Ziwen hadn't finished speaking yet, but the addicted young man next to him suddenly waved his hand and took the conversation away: "He has been in Bailan Mountain, what does he know! Let me tell you, Simeng's next step is to deal with the bloody port war !"

As soon as he said a word, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Among them, the most concerned eyes are naturally the people of the Dead Fleet.

Shen Shen dragged his face proudly: "This is not my nonsense, should we release the PV today? When the film comes out, I will play again!"

"This, this way..."

The host was a little hesitant to speak.

The guest may not know it, but as the organizer, she is very clear that this kid in white is the only son of the largest shareholder of "that group", and it will not do any good if he bears a grudge.

"Play PV!"

Indulge in dragging less excitedly.

The original live broadcast content also has some guest interactions that have nothing to do with the game, such as you draw and I guess, etc., which can be regarded as private goods of their studio.

The barrage became lively and started booing

[Play 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, stand aside at this moment.

The director gave in and gave the host instructions to introduce the PV link.

"Okay, since everyone is so enthusiastic, let's not talk much!"

The embarrassing host secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She needs to do these things at work, but as a player, of course she also wants to see this PV that she has never seen before.

"Next, please watch the regional special PV of this edition, "Simeng Beauty"!"

The lights went out, and everyone followed the guests, watching with satisfaction and excitement what was going to be broadcast next.

light.

Jumping lights, revealing from the darkness.

Candlesticks flicker.

The bronze mirror is bright.

A woman's face is reflected in the bright mirror—you can't see the face, only the moist lips.

Under the lips is a soft jaw, then a swan-like elegant neck, and then an eye-catching collarbone.

You can also see skirts worn by women.

Red, gold, interlaced.

Zhuang Yan held it 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 my mother could see today, she might be so happy."

A woman's voice sounded from outside the picture, but the woman with her back to the camera did not look back, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Mother hopes that we can marry the person we like, and father wants us to save the country's judicial department. If we see today, there will be no time to cry."

The woman who asked the question sighed:
"It would be great if there was no such contradiction."

A maid greeted her by her side, and handed her a letter with red lips.

The sound of the drum suddenly became farther away than before. The woman with her back to the camera looked sideways at the red lips and fell silent.

She seemed to be hesitating whether she wanted to keep this lipstick for tonight.

The screen zooms in, zooms in, and plunges into the redness.

In the background sound, the drumbeat was no longer heard.

What filled my ears was the howling wind.

The red color in front of the camera stretched further and further away, shrinking into a dot again.

A dot on the flagstone floor, a drop of blood.

The surroundings had turned into a gloomy lobby, a man knelt down on the ground panting in pain, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Above his head, Tilda, Grand Duke of West Asia holding an ice spear, was fighting fiercely with several knights in the church.

The man clenched his teeth and murmured unbearably.

"Gu Hanyang...you lied to me..."

"Shut up, Jack Guo..."

The fight in the air was loud like a storm, but the man's murmur seemed to echo in the ears of the audience.

"Pfft!"

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

But in the next second, the man didn't care about himself, but raised his head and shouted: "Tilda! Kill me!"

The eyes of the silver-haired Qi Ji in the air flashed with astonishment, looking at the man who opened his hands towards her, he clenched his teeth and swooped down.

Blood flowed and seeped into the cracks of the stone slabs.

The few drops that fell occasionally were wiped away by the man's fallen hand, leaving a bloodstain on the slate.

The sound of fighting suddenly seemed to be cut off, like falling into a crack in a glacier.

Quiet.

In the silence, the camera moved to the bloodstain, which blurred into the same red.

There was a flute sound leisurely in the ear.

Still windy.

The red color turns into a petaled flower, falling from the last branch of winter, flying in the cold wind, and falling beside a white skirt with the sound of flute.

The camera moves to the opposite side of the white skirt, a figure of a man in a black robe with red trim is standing, looking at the girl in the white skirt kneeling on the ground.

A lone bird song rang through the air, and the girl's fair neck trembled slightly because of her great determination.

"If your lord wants to let the servants die anyway... at least die in front of the gate of this palace, it is worthy of His Highness."

Xiao Hongdou's normally lovely face closed her eyes sadly.

The black-robed man standing in front of him raised his folding fan with a livid complexion.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

Only the wind remains.

In King Simeng's bedroom, stood a man covered in blood.

Like an extremely slow slow motion, the man with blood dripping from his face but still staring at him stared at him dead, and slowly stretched out his hands.

He took over the folding fan from the man in black robe with his right hand, and took Xiao Hongdou into his arms with his left hand.

"Clear... turbid... from... very..."

Han Dongwen's hoarse voice sounded, he suddenly raised his hand, opened Tantaiming's folding fan in front of him, and hugged Xiao Hongdou tightly.

The bloody palm tightly hugged Xiao Hongdou's arm, leaving a shocking red streak on her crescent-white sleeve.

The lens zooms in on this touch of red, slowly blurring and slowly losing focus.

When it refocused, the red color had turned into blood.

Blood dripped from a sword and spilled into the snow all over the ground.

Holding a sword, Han Dongwen stood in Wangying City before dawn, his white cloak dyed deep red.

"Your Highness!"

A choked and excited voice came from the front, and Chi Hanqing, who was dressed in a medical gown, rushed forward and hugged him into his arms.

At dawn, the light pierces through the mist and shines into the sky, and the picture is facing the sun, brightening into a blinding white.

The camera shakes, the white fades, and the candle shadow is still red.

The woman with her back to the camera suddenly smiled and kissed lightly on her lip.

Her full face was finally revealed from the camera, it was Jiang Keyin's beautiful face.

Today, her makeup is bright and solemn, which is more exciting than usual.

She stood up gracefully, dressed in a wedding dress embroidered with phoenix, which was incomparably luxurious.

The bride wore a hijab, but what Jiang Keyin wore was a phoenix crown full of pearls and jade, shining brightly.

Breathtaking beauty.

"Your Majesty, the grand ceremony has arrived, and His Highness is waiting."

A voice came from outside the screen, and Jiang Keyin smiled like she usually does.

The lens dimmed and became pure black.

Quiet.

silent.

The feelings of emotion lasted for a long time, and both the guests and the audience thought that this excellent PV had finished playing.

They were wondering why the lights were not turned on, when suddenly, a man's voice came from the dark scene.

"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."

(End of this chapter)