The scene of the concert

The concert that should have ended a long time ago is still gathered here with 10,000 fans at the moment.

Outside, the sky was slowly covered with a layer of black cloth, on which a little white starlight was twinkling slightly.

At this time

At the venue, Li Mingyou was still calling on his fans to attack and crush Qi Chen.

At the same time, he used his eyes to gently comfort the Li Qing around him, who was trembling with excitement.

It's just that no one noticed that a wicked smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.

On the big screen

Qi Chen's fans were losing and retreating, and in the end, they could only passively hold on to the last trace of position.

But this position, in the eyes of Li Mingyou's fans, is breached, and it is only a matter of time.

And it's definitely less than ten minutes.

But this is

On the last position of Qi Chen's fans, a loud horn suddenly sounded.

This voice made Li Mingyou's 30 million fans all stunned, and the offensive in his hands subconsciously stopped.

……

Fresh orange fanbase

Pei Miao didn't have time to wipe the tears on his face.

She is in the group, constantly commanding the fresh oranges.

No matter how hard she tries, she is no longer reconciled. Even now, she is much more mature and understands a lot more than when she first became a fan of Qi Chen.

But at this tenfold power gap.

All her resistance collapsed.

Looking at the loss of the positions piece by piece, watching the ordinary netizens, constantly turning to Li Mingyou's side, watching everyone frantically condemn Qi Chen and insult Qi Chen.

Her heart was like ashes.

For a moment, even in her heart, there was a trace of giving up.

But, suddenly

She thought of the tragic picture when Qi Chen's brother was holding Mei'er's corpse and vomiting blood at the entrance of the Forbidden City and beating the sky-shaking drum.

I think of the desolation of the June sky and the six-petal crystal snowflakes falling down.

Thinking of Qi Chen carrying Mei'er on his back, stepping on the knife mountain step by step, and stepping across the sea of fire, his face was full of perseverance, and he did not leave a drop of grievance tears of heartache.

Pei Miao's wavering heart instantly became firm again.

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Fresh oranges, follow me and guard Brother Qi Chen's last pure land. ”

Pei Miao shouted.

Xun Yaya: "Head Miao Miao, justice really won't be absent?" When will it come, Yaya is so tired. ”

The wind blows the wheat drum: "Commander, we will hold on to the last moment, I believe that the darkness will not last long, and the dawn will definitely come." When the time comes, it will be the beginning of our counteroffensive. ”

Looking at the exhausted appearance of the core members of the fresh orange fan group, Pei Miao was haggard.

Although she told the oranges that justice will not be absent.

But in her heart, even herself, she didn't believe this nonsense.

Thirty million against three million.

Even if it's that number, it's already hopeless.

Not to mention when numbers are converted into real people.

That despair has reached the point of no return;

Looking at the front of him, he was densely packed with fans of the hostile opponent Li Mingyou, watching them laugh arrogantly one by one, looking as murderous and hateful as devils.

Pei Miao was angry and desperate in her heart.

Their last piece of pure land has been completely surrounded.

Three million fans, most of whom have now lost their fighting spirit.

Only Pei Miao and the core fan members are still resisting desperately.

And the enemies around him are more and more, like a tide, like a beast.

Hopeless, and with no end in sight.

"Brother Qi Chen, Miao Miao tried her best, really tried her best. I'm sorry~ It's Miao Miao useless! ”

Pei Miao's eyes showed a look of discouragement. It was a hint of death transformed from despair to the apex.

Her hands had slowly moved away from the keyboard.

She was ready to give up resistance.

"Hum~"

But at this moment, a faint and loud horn suddenly sounded in her ears.

Sound, from nothing, from small to large.

Pei Miao was stunned for a moment, and then her face showed ecstasy.

She put her hands on the keyboard and mouse again.

The sound of the horn was familiar to her, it was a sign of friendly forces coming.

really

That's when it happened

On Qi Chen's only pure land behind her.

Suddenly an arrow is fired.

The arrows passed through the positions, through the clouds, and made a loud bang in the air.

At the same time, a line of fonts appears on the screen.

[A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops came to meet each other, and a team from the literary world of Huangquan Lingwang came to help]

Exploded as the first cloud-piercing arrow lifted off into the air.

It was as if a hornet's nest had been opened, and arrows piercing the clouds rose from all corners.

All the sounds of the entire battlefield disappeared, leaving only a loud sound of cloud-piercing arrows.

[A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet each other, and the second team of the literary world of the network is coming to help]

[A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops came to meet each other, and the three teams of the Kuwuling Network Literary World came to help]

……

On the screen, tens of thousands of support messages are swiped in a row.

Pei Miao's eyes widened, she didn't know why fans in the online literature industry would come to help her.

But looking at the 10,000 per team, the 10,000 teams are more than 100 million people.

There was a fierce longing in her desperate eyes.

She knew that the time had come for a counterattack.

In the fresh orange fan group, the core fans are all hugging together excitedly at the moment, and they are waiting.

Wait until the first light of dawn that breaks through the darkness.

Just when Pei Miao and the others were excited.

In the interval after all the 10,000 cloud-piercing arrows have lifted into the air.

In the rear, another dull sound sounded.

Boom......

Knock, knock......

Knock, knock, knock......

The sound came first, then a second, and finally, it became a continuous sound.

Pei Miao's heart was shocked again.

She knew the sound, it was the sound of war drums.

She looked back.

I found that a group of people wearing the vests of the unified [Yi Family Army] poured out like a tide.

At the same time, in the tide of people, flags were slowly raised.

[When one side is in trouble, all parties support, Yi Jiajun Xiaobai brings a team from the live broadcast industry to support]

[When one side is in trouble, all sides support, Yi Jiajun's shallow pupil brings two pairs of live broadcasters to support]

……

On each flag, there are characters written with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

16 million fans in the live broadcast industry, after the arrival of fans in the online literature industry, they finally arrived.

Fresh Orange Fan Group, Golden Alliance, Yi Jiajun, Qi Chen's three most important fan groups converged for the first time.

"You, thank you, I thank you for Brother Qi Chen."

Watching the leaders of the online literature industry and the live broadcast industry slash Huang Quan and Fu Xiaobai, Pei Miao kept thanking.

"Haha, it's okay, repel the enemy first, it's not too late to thank you."

Huang Ying's house in Kyoto, a smile appeared at the corner of Huang Ying's mouth.

"Yes, when we kill all the enemy leaders, you are not too late to thank you, Yi family soldiers, rush with me."

Fu Xiaobai raised the flag in his hand and waved it forward.

"As soon as the god of literature comes out, who will compete with me, the Golden Alliance, rush with me."

With the charging sound of Fu Xiaobai and Huang Ying, more than 120 million fans behind him rushed towards Li Mingyou's 30 million fans.

Pei Miao was slightly stunned at first, but her face immediately showed a strong urge to fight.

"The friendly army has arrived, the fresh orange fan group, the horn of the counterattack has been sounded, everyone follow me, rush!"

Pei Miao issued a battle command at the same time.

(End of chapter)