Ascended to become a virtual idol

Elder Pu patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to be back."

Mo Ke's eyes darkened, watching President Ke randomly put the classics aside, his heart was even more difficult to understand.

Yan Qiao didn't know anything about what happened at night at the Xuanhui Society. She is now packing up and starting today's live broadcast.

Xianniang nestled quietly in the scroll, enjoying the rare peace and tranquility.

The live broadcast started, and the Metaphysic Society also received a reminder. President Ke pulled Mo Ke to sit over, "Look closer."

Mo Ke sat calmly, "The president is free to watch the live broadcast now."

"Hey, I also stole half a day's leisure, didn't you come back today, our little girl from Xuanyuan must show you," President Ke said with a smile.

Mo Ke stopped talking, looked at the person in the picture, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "The president showed me this..."

"Hahaha, I knew you were going to be confused," he smiled triumphantly, "This is a virtual idol, our Xuanyuan's technology."

But at this time, Yan Qiao in the live broadcast room, a small flower appeared on the table in his hand, decorating the whole live broadcast room even more beautiful.

#乔乔, are you drawing a lottery now?

#乔乔, I was restless a few days ago, I bought your talisman and now I feel much better after wearing it.

#乔乔级典端 yyds.

There are all kinds of people in the live broadcast room, and the chatter is full of enthusiasm.

Yan Qiao propped her chin up, but the flowers next to her made her even more attractive. Even though she is only a 3D image now, she is more vivid than other virtual idols. If it wasn't for the virtual feeling, she would have thought she was a live broadcast.

She is currently on the air, but more than one party pays attention to it. Since Xuanyuan's inheritance, as long as she moves, all parties will immediately stare intently.

At this moment, Yan Qiao said softly, "Today's lottery draw has begun."

While the bullet screen was scrolling, she won the first person in the draw, "Huh?" Yan Qiao was a little puzzled, because the IP address of today's lottery drawer came from Beixue.

"Milk tea is sweet," when Yan Qiao pronounced the name, the barrage below also exploded.

#蛇趣, good boy was preempted by outsiders.

#How did your boy get into Xuanyuan.

Netizens reacted so quickly. After Yan Qiao said the first hexagram master of the day, someone immediately clicked on the avatar. It turned out to be a good guy!

The video request came on, Yan Qiao clicked on it, and a handsome guy with white skin and blue eyes immediately appeared over there, with the standard appearance of Bei Xuefeng.

The handsome guy saw Yan Qiao and greeted him warmly, "Master Yan, my name is Ike."

#This kid is quite polite!

# Much better than the North Snowman I met before.

"I came here to ask for help because I was prepared. Xuanyuan is a country of etiquette! If my disrespect makes the master unhappy, then I will be finished." He said honestly.

Only then did Yan Qiao speak, "Don't you, Beixue, also have magicians, and it's worth your effort to find them all over the country."

Ike smiled innocently, "I asked for help, but it was too high to reach, and it has not been resolved so far."

#Oh~Understood~

#Upstairs understand what?

Yan Qiao understood after a little thought, she also knew Bei Xue, because of the so-called noble status of the so-called magician, the price was high, and ordinary people would have to save enough money for a year to see him once if they wanted to exorcise evil spirits.

On the contrary, Xuanyuan has only collected money according to cause and effect these years, and at the beginning Xuanyuan was ridiculed for being petty and depraved.

Later, during this period of Yan Qiao's strong rise, those people swear that Xuanyuan will sooner or later be like them, high-ranking and making money.

Who would have thought that there was no, asking is just a sentence, Xuanyuan pays attention to cause and effect, and the money outside of cause and effect will not be spent, so both Beixue and Ying are caught and attack Xuanyuan's fake Qinggao vigorously, and they can't get on the stage.

On the diplomatic network, the two sides fought like crazy. Since Xuanyuan had the support of metaphysics, those diplomatic monks straightened their backs one by one, and they did not give up in the verbal battle.

Therefore, today, the magician of Beixue skipped over his own country and reached out for help, which is not to say that he was slapped in the face.

In the same way, I have to explain how clever Ike is. He knew that his blatant request for help this time must have offended Beixue and those magicians, so he chose to show his face via video.

Taking advantage of Yan Qiao's popularity, everyone knows his appearance, so he is safer, knowing that those magicians have ten thousand ways to kill him, so using this method, as long as something happens to him, Xuanyuan will not let go of this public opinion.

"Tell me about your case, there is no outsider in Xuanxue's eyes," Yan Qiao said in a gentle tone.

Ike nodded heavily, "My mother was cursed by the witch, and she has been in a coma for the past few days, with black air coming out of her ears from time to time."

He said a little dejectedly, "I have worked hard to save money, and I finally saved enough to go to see the magician, the adults said that there is no hope, the curse is too deep."

He raised his head and looked at Yan Qiao expectantly, "That's why I have to ask you for help. I know my hope is very small, so I asked some classmates to help, as long as one is drawn, they will be transferred to me."

He said a little excitedly, "I didn't expect my luck to be good."

"Don't worry, I don't know if it's convenient for me to see your mother. You also know that you are far away in Beixue, and it is impossible for me to go there." Although Yan Qiao's tone was gentle, there was an unquestionable manner.

Ike also knew the severity, he got up quickly, "My mother is here."

The picture fell on a middle-aged woman with a thin face. The woman was lying there very thin, and the black mist lingering on her face could be seen even by ordinary people.

Yan Qiao looked carefully, and then slowly pinched her fingers to calculate, "It's not a curse, it's more like a sacrifice. Does she often go to church?"

Ike nodded again and again, "Yes! My mother is religious, and she prayed every day regardless of the weather, and she didn't stop until she fell down under the curse."

As he said that, Ike's face was also a little ugly, "What does sacrifice mean..."

Yan Qiao counted again, and finally looked at Ike, "Have you caught up with your favorite goddess recently?"

Ike had a bad premonition in his heart, and he moved the corners of his mouth.

Yan Qiao knew from his expression that he had guessed, "In this case, it depends on your choice."

Ike said without hesitation, "Save my mother, I don't need to sacrifice my mother to get what I want! I will fight for what I want, and the feelings gained through sacrifice are also false."

#乔乔means that his mother sacrificed for him in exchange for a perfect love?

"Well, if this is the case, please do as I said. Now take a bowl of clean water, pick some flowers and send them to the church. I sincerely pray that he can let your mother go, and ask him to take back everything he has given."