Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 422, live broadcast

"Da Luotian is too virtual, everything is fake, and he doesn't even know whether those people wearing a purchased virtual image are people or ghosts.

"The communication generated in such an environment feels like a loft in the air, without any sense of reality, and the quality of communication must be low."

"This friend named 'Great God Bodhisattva 520' said: Offline networks also have face-changing, P-picture filters, and they just broke out two days ago."

"Did you f*ck me ask you this?"

"Offline people change faces, P heads, all P's anchors themselves, do you think I look like P's?"

This funny round-faced and round-eyed man touched his face, then pulled the fat on his stomach, "Did I just say that I was myself? I've always been real, whether it's Da Luotian or offline." Look, old fans can see it, okay?"

"The invisible real person I'm talking about refers to you, and refers to our audience, because communication is two-way.

"You see me, I see you...

"If I were in Daluotian, I looked like a normal person like now, and then saw you on the opposite side with that disproportionate, almost deformed anime body image, it would make me feel like I was in a In a strange world.

"I feel...it seems that your mother died tragically when she was born.

"It's better to live broadcast offline here. You just need to show your name and watch the real me... Thank you Rocket, the big brother who supports the wall and shakes..."

"Okay, let's stop talking about these unnutritious topics, and ask about the kind of high-end things that directly stab at social evils.

"The big brother called 'Rainy Night Without a Knife' asked: Does not being on the Da Luotian live broadcast have anything to do with the work of the pioneer director Antonio, 'The Story I Have to Tell a Monster'?
"What's the matter, and this... I have to say that the monster and I are all unscrupulous things, what kind of relationship does this have.

"I have already explained the specific reasons for not broadcasting live. I said, this audience fan, is there something wrong with your brain? Shall I introduce you to a black dentist born in Siberia?"

Barrage: Master Antonio is a director with countless armors, black, white, yellow, red... various mixed races, multiple races, and multiple orientations.

How dare you be so disdainful of his work... and now you have screenshots of your discriminatory videos and put them on minority-oriented, minority-ethnic, etc. sites.

@Mark scolded: Antonio seems like an orphan, let me introduce him to a dentist!

Also please go over and help me lift up...

"I said this person, you don't seem to have a father?

"Drink some disinfectant, okay?

"There are also those booing audiences, people of your level, who have this live broadcast opportunity to get in touch with knowledgeable intellectuals of my level, should be cherished.

"Let's just talk about some in-depth questions that directly point to the ills of human society itself, so as to increase your self-cultivation and accumulation?

"Don't play these low-level tricks."

Barrage: Can black dentists set bones?
Mark: "Not only can cupping be used, but also infertility can be treated. Singing rap while eating watermelon!"

Barrage: What do you think of the new work of the pioneering director Antonio, the story I have to tell the monster?
"I tm don't watch movies, I asked you people, can you be more normal.

"Don't use this kind of topic that doesn't match the style of the talker to abruptly insert it, so as to create a contrasting effect, so as to win praise from the crowd. Well, this is a very low-level method."

Barrage: Is the so-called low-level means referring to the new work of pioneer director Antonio, the story that I and the monster have to tell?
Mark: "My ****, I wish you and your family become role models and learn from others every day, thank you for the rocket..."

"You said, you saw it from behind me..."

Mark turned his head and saw the trailer of the movie being played on the entire LCD screen of the building outside the window.

"I said you guys, is the content of my live broadcast not deep enough, not attractive enough? Why should I pay attention to these as background embellishments, it's better to be normal."

"Question: How do you feel about using Bailu foundation?"

"I saw it just now. This is another advertisement next to the movie advertisement screen. I asked you people if there is something wrong with your brain. May I prescribe you some wife's oral liquid?"

"Thank you Brother Pin Xiao for the rocket..."

"This friend asked: Why are there advertisements everywhere?"

"This question is very in-depth. Let's use this advertisement to talk about the process of sales affecting the product from the impact to the alienation..."

Barrage: Behind...behind you...

"Behind what?"

"You said that my housekeeping robot suddenly suffered some kind of alienation and survived. I'm talking about the alienation of the product, the alienation of the product. Is a person like you cerebral palsy? Let's open Selu..."

"Tell me to turn my head around, I'll turn around if you tell me to, who do you think I am, I'm your father...well...thanks to this big brother's space shuttle..."

Mark, who suddenly put on a smiling face from his anger, thanked the benefactor and turned his head away.

As soon as I saw the house, I saw the housekeeping robot parked in the corner, and suddenly stood behind me for some reason.

His eyes lit up red, and he stood straight up as if possessed by a ghost.

He yelled involuntarily, and the next moment he saw a hand slapping him. After the heavy blow, he passed out and lay motionless on the seat.

On the electronic screen at the back, the barrage shouted in unison: Dead or alive... Hermaphrodites... Go to the anorectal clinic to cure your brain... And ask the robot to bring this guy back to the PM2.5 planet...

The housekeeping robot reached out again and grabbed Mark, who was slumped on the chair.

But this time he was not as agile as before, his arm was not fully straightened, so he saw his other hand punching suddenly, knocking off the arm, and then grabbed it by himself, and then he was also grabbed by the wrist again, two Hands tangled together.

The next moment, each finger moved restlessly, and each one was knotted, and then the two legs also started to stumble.

It's as if a dozen souls got into the body of this robot at once, each with its own ideas, each with its own instructions, competing with each other endlessly.

And the specific performance is as if the robot suddenly uses both hands and feet, and all the movable parts of the body dance together in a weird dance.

Barrage: What the hell?Is it Mark's summoning ceremony?This is simply too hell, right?
Let's go... This guy can't come up with any interesting new jobs.

...

On the robot's side, after being devastated by countless different and even diametrically opposite mandatory instructions, lightning flashed in the head, and then followed by a burst of light smoke, the core hard drive was completely burned.

The intelligent robot finally froze in place and could not move.

(End of this chapter)