Chapter 203: Immortal Sound Descends

Across the world, the most popular live broadcast platform at present, a live broadcast room with a simple picture suddenly flashed, and after just a few minutes, the number of online people increased on a rolling basis. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why is it ahead of schedule today?"

"The masked goddess has started a live broadcast?"

"Did you start yet? Did you start with? I'm not late, am I? It's earlier than ever! ”

"Queen! I love you! ”

The comments in the fan interaction area are as hot as ever, since the masked queen opened the live broadcast room, the popularity here has been high, one is because there are few female players themselves, although the female anchor always wears a mask, but from revealing a pair of blurred eyes, peeking at the whole spot. The second is that the operation of this masked queen is really slippery, and the opponent who often shows off is stunned. Third, it is people's curiosity psychology, the more you cover your face, the more attractive you are to the otaku who watch the live broadcast, in this era of flesh/desire, there are not many anchors who can earn popularity completely by technology.

After a short time delay, the live broadcast screen finally lit up, and it was still the familiar room, the familiar camera, and the familiar mask.

It's just that attentive viewers have found that today's female anchor is a little weird. is different from the previous calmness, but there is a little more uneasiness and expectation.

Facing the camera, the masked queen was not so calm, and she didn't click on the game to start the ranking, but frowned and was adjusting the microphone.

"The Queen is going to speak?" The rolling barrage bounced off one by one, and when I received the live broadcast signal, all the hardcore fans who appeared here immediately appeared.

After a short period of debugging, the female anchor in the live broadcast screen seemed to be ready, looked at the camera hesitantly, raised her hand and patted the microphone, her eyes showed a trace of nervousness.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...... After several adjustments, the female anchor finally stabilized her mood and slowly took off her mask.

"Wow! Goddess! ”

"Oh my God! Thankfully, I didn't miss it today. ”

"Video! Video! ”

The chat window exploded in an instant, but when Shao Xian's beautiful face was revealed from under the mask, the scrolling barrage appeared a blurry screen for a while, and netizens with slower Internet speeds could hardly see the live broadcast screen.

"Hello?" Shaoxian said tentatively.

"Hear, hear."

"Wow, it sounds so good."

"Good/Sexy!"

"It's so magnetic."

"I'm in love ......"

There was a commotion among brain-dead fans.

"Today, I'm not going to play a game, I'm going to sing you a song." Shao said weakly, her face was flushed, and she didn't understand why she was so nervous when she was dressed in a hot outfit and went out to various parties.

"The goddess wants to sing?"

"I'll go! It's welfare, go to the group and yell at it. ”

"Who's videotaping? Ask for a link. ”

Fans are in a commotion again, and all kinds of flower gifts continue.

"Finally transformed, and I guessed that there would be such a day."

"Not playing today?"

"Such a beautiful face, it's rare......"

"Successful Hunger Marketing!"

Some of the more sensible fans posted their own looks, but they were quickly drowned out by other praises.

"Did I sing?" Shaoxian didn't seem to pay attention to the scrolling entries and barrages, in fact, she had always blocked the comment area, she just subconsciously looked at the number of people online in the live broadcast room.

Click on the accompaniment of the song, the prelude of the ancient style and ancient rhyme sounded, Shaoxian closed his eyes slightly, and sank into the artistic conception of the music.

"The avenue is invisible...... Fertility World...... The avenue is merciless...... Running the Sun and Moon ......"

As soon as Shaoxian spoke, the barrage of riots disappeared instantly, and the comment area was clean.

What is it?

Sounds of Nature...... The fairy sound is lingering......

The style of music is simple, the melody is pleasant, the singing tone is elegant, and the lyrics are heartfelt.

All netizens forgot to think, forgot to comment, forgot to pursue, and forgot to cheer. Until the end of the song, the aftermath faded away, and the audience in front of the screen was still obsessed with watching the black screen that had cut off the live broadcast signal in a panic.

Long...... Long......

"What song is this? Ask for the name of the song! ”

"Who recorded just now? Roar, add friends! ”

"I'm late, I didn't hear the beginning, who will pass a copy?"

"Spend a lot of money on recording!"

"Kneeling Ball Video!"

"Who recorded it? Upload quickly, kneel and beg for the link! ”

The live broadcast room really blew up...... Not only the live broadcast platform, but the entire network was blown up with this live broadcast of less than ten minutes, and in just one hour, the top of the major forums was replaced with a unified title: Xianyin is born!

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At the same time, in a speeding nanny car on the highway, Fang Shui'er stared at the tablet for a long time.

"Less fiber?" Slowly turning off the tablet, Fang Shui'er looked out of the car solemnly.

"Xiao Chen, find a place to get off the highway in front, let's turn around." After pondering for a long time, Fang Shui'er sighed, picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and instructed the driver driving in front.

"Where are we going?" The driver asked suspiciously.

"Hangcheng."

……

At the other end of the map, the pink-carved little Taoist boy stopped hesitantly, looked at a passerby's mobile phone suspiciously, and his face was shocked.

"What's wrong? Children? Xiao Daotong's surprised expression attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Can I listen to the song again?" Xiaodao Tong replied shyly.

"Oh? Do you want to listen to "The Birth of Immortals"? Wait, I'll let you listen to it right away, I can't see that your level of appreciation is not low at a young age, unlike the one in my family, who only knows Xiong Da Xiong Er every day. The passer-by said, clicked the screen a few times, and put the phone to Xiao Daotong's ear.

The picture was recorded during the live broadcast of Shaoxian, the pixels were poor, the sound quality was noisy, but the New Year's painting-like Xiaodao Tong listened attentively, for a long time, at the end of the song, the little Taoist bowed deeply, said goodbye to the passers-by who were still immersed in the music, and walked into the distance with a dignified face.

"It's already started?" Xiao Daotong's eyes narrowed, revealing a depth that was completely out of step with his age.

……

"What a big stroke......" The rough man drove the dilapidated engineering vehicle, his oily fingers gently tapped the steering wheel, and the melodious music came out of the radio of the engineering vehicle.

But in just an instant, the man's eyes exploded, and he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and a touch of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Pure heart and few desires, not what I want, my way is the knife, the knife is my way." The man opened his mouth coldly, and subconsciously glanced at the bundle of materials stacked on the passenger seat.

At the top of the information, there is a photo of Liu Meng......

……

In the cabin at an altitude of 30,000 meters, two beautiful women sat opposite each other, and in the middle of them, there was a delicate-looking laptop.

"There's something wrong with this song." The young woman spoke slowly, a pair of pale eyes shining with a strange light under her dark sunglasses.

"You hear that?" The woman in Hanfu raised her eyebrows with a smile.

"Can't say how it feels, but it's weird......"

"Strange is right, this lyric is "Qingjing Sutra", this song ......" The Hanfu woman's tone was stunned, her calm smile gradually cooled, and a beam of starlight faintly flashed under her eyes.

"The Tibetan God Sighs ......"

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The original noisy Internet café has an extremely strange scene today, there is no shouting, no black smoke and miasma, all the computer screens that have been turned on, there is a seemingly ordinary live broadcast video, and in front of each computer, there are more or less one or two obsessed men and women sitting.

Their eyes were glazed over, their brows were serene, and they listened to the melodious singing as if they were fascinated, as reverent as prayer.

There was only one person, his brows furrowed, his eyes contemplative, sometimes looking left and right, sometimes concentrating.

"The Masked Queen ......" for a long time, the young man who watched the hanging child took out his mobile phone, quickly pressed a set of numbers, and when his finger stayed on the broadcast button, there was a trace of hesitation.

At this moment, the phone in his hand rang.

"Hello?" The young man hesitantly brought the phone to his ear.

"Xie Lao asked me to tell you, he said that he knows what you are thinking and knows what you want to do, and he also asked me to tell you, if you don't want to die, don't mess with that girl." A cold, mechanical voice rang on the phone, and after just saying a word, he hung up the phone.

"It's wide enough." The young man snorted coldly, threw the phone on the table in annoyance, skillfully touched the cigarette case on the side of the keyboard, and took out one at random and put it to his mouth.

"If you don't let me go, I'll go." The hand that lit the cigarette stopped in the air, and a trace of stubbornness flashed in the young man's eyes, and he grabbed the mobile phone on the table again and pressed the previous number.

"Help me find out what the masked queen is all about, be quick." The phone was connected, the young man said quickly, hung up the phone, looked at the fire on the lighter, and the young man snorted coldly again.

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"Told him?" In the palatial room, Lao Xie did not move.

"As you told him, I reminded him." The man dressed as an assistant replied respectfully.

"I don't feel at ease if I send someone to keep an eye on him again." Lao Xie sighed lightly, and the old man's back bent slightly.

"Are you worried about that song?"

"That song has nothing to do with us, let them make trouble, I'm just worried that kid doesn't know the height of the sky, and he will stir up this muddy water."

"I'll tell you to go down." The assistant nodded respectfully again.

"I'm more concerned about this than that young fiber...... Come, look, what do you want to say? The old man adjusted slightly, pushed the computer in front of him aside, and on the screen of the computer, the picture of Li Yiming and Pan Junwei facing each other was played.

"Our people have been discovered?" The assistant stared at the picture suspiciously, he was familiar with this picture, because he arranged the gunman.

"I'm not talking about this, but about his ......," the old man said, pointing his fingers at Li Yiming in mid-air.

"Li Yiming?"

"Hmm...... An ordinary sniper rifle, an ordinary armor-piercing bullet, at a distance of 1,300 meters, he rolled on the ground to dodge regardless of his identity......"

"Huh? You mean? The assistant's eyes lit up, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"He's a Holy Rank ......" The old man closed his eyes slightly, and his brows only stirred together.