The audience in the live broadcast room is never short of fun, even if they stare at a black screen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There are gossip parties, there are tearing parties, and there are always people who pretend that the live broadcast screen has not collapsed, and fabricate the scene to fake the real "I can watch" the party.

There are also good babies who silently pay to vote for recommendations, just after 12 o'clock, everyone's account has refreshed the guaranteed ticket for the new day.

Although the poor starry sky is on the air normally, it has never been able to break through one million viewers, and most of them have been aroused by the reversal of the sky and the insect coffin, and at this moment they would rather wait in front of the black screen than give the moon a show.

Bite!

Announcement: Dear viewers, there is a small problem with the live broadcast signal, please be patient, our technicians will recover as soon as possible.

[Pit daddy, the worm coffin has just been opened, and I haven't even had time to look at it]

[Then I saw a crack in the mystery, and then it went black]

[A similar situation occurred last time I watched the internal test, and the Hydra lost the signal as soon as it entered the nine-story demon building]

……

The audience waited for a minute, but the picture still did not recover, and some board game parties brushed up the routine barrage of "Werewolf Killing" on the barrage:

[It must be the people of the starry sky who are making trouble, I can't see that the ratings of our creation are so high]

[That's right, the enemy Taiwan dispatched black technology]

[The picture on the side of the Taoist priest is fine, but no one has come to see it]

[I'm a prophet, last night I tested the identity of player Ada, No. 1, she is a werewolf, too] (pink)

[I am the true prophet, you scum actually welded and jumped, and your identity in my mind is infinitely bad]

……

[I'm a big bear, hey~hey~roar...... I roared last night, and one of the streamers on my left and right was a bad identity]

[I'm a witch, don't even BB, tonight I will blindly poison your Emperor Yan, Qianling can collapse, Emperor Yan must die! ] 】

[I'm a civilian, I'm a good person, I don't know what's going on at all, but I think Emperor Yan may be going to be bad, too] (pink)

……

[I waited for a night and wanted to take another look at the evil emperor, but the picture collapsed]

[Yes, I heard that the second half of the night is the home of the evil emperor]

Gift: "Scumbag" gives "Emperor Yan" Pandora's Box x999!

The barrage suddenly captured a wild "evil emperor" brainless fan, this "scumbag" doesn't know which coal boss it is, in the state of black screen, knowing that the anchor can't see the gifts everyone gave, he still swiped the screen in one go, and also sent a few expensive color scrolling screen barrages.

Dominating the screen barrage: "Scumbag" said to "Emperor Yan": [Emperor Yan, it's time for you to abdicate, let my evil emperor come out]

……

"There is no need to help the Chinese preserve the integrity of the female corpse, just tear it apart, dig out the "Momen Chen Machine", take the blood cicada jade, and the "couple coin" hanging on the chest of the little couple, pick them all up, take them all."

Ada casually commanded, "Andrew, how come there are still sober people here?" ”

"Da Zhuang, come in!"

Overcoming the wrestlers had long sensed that something was wrong, and a black thorn dome fell on his head, and the rapidly rotating thorns pierced through the layers of sounds, fortunately protecting his beloved disciples.

"Guys, what are you?"

Sensing that something was wrong, he subconsciously drew the line, "I invited you to come over to give the young master of the Lei family a face, and do a good live broadcast, everyone will make a steady profit." Besides, it doesn't seem that what you wanted before was this piece of blood cicada jade, right? ”

"Master, we can't let them come nonsense, what's the difference between this and traitors?" Although the big head melon is not clever, it can also be seen that the blood cicada jade in this insect coffin is a priceless treasure that is only higher than "Momen Chen Ji".

It is related to the secret of an ordinary woman who changed her life against the sky, and the most important thing is that its color has been restored to its original state, which must be a peerless treasure that can be "recycled".

According to the plot on the mural, the blood cicada jade was originally only slightly reddened on its head.

Subsequently, the upper body was dyed red.

In the future, presumably, the whole body will be soaked in blood, and the construction will be completed simultaneously with the change of destiny against the sky.

But right now, this piece of cicada jade, the whole body is crystal clear, without blood, in the words of the wifi man, "Could it be formatted after completing a round of life changes?" ”

In the words of Lord Wei: "Enough of it was mixed on ****, and then whitewashed?" ”

Thousands of years later, cicada jade is so clear that it can obviously be recycled.

Don't...... These foreigners also want to help someone change their lives?

"Master, we can't be traitors ......"

Da Zhuang pounced on the luthier, aiming directly at the harp in his hand.

This is an upright patriot, and the idea is very simple, if this sound can be stopped, a few of the colleagues of the creation may be able to catch their breath. If this paragraph is seen by the audience in the live broadcast room, it will inevitably cause a lot of praise.

It's a pity that before he could speak, he suddenly collapsed to the ground holding his stomach, his lips were purple, his whole body spasmed, and his speech was slurred, "It hurts, it hurts so much in my stomach." ”

"Da Zhuang!" Old Lux pinched his fingers and knocked out a few fingerprints on his back, but it did not alleviate the pain of his beloved disciple. He suddenly remembered the piece of black bread before, and couldn't help but look angry, "Okay, you're a medical doctor, I don't see you saving people, and you don't have a lot of effort to harm people." ”

"Rubbish!"

Andrew unscrupulously loosened the strings, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You think snatching my piano will wake them up?" What a naivety! I'll take the ancient book and the cicada jade, Wensers, you go and get those two coins. ”

"Master, Master...... Don't let them get their hands on it. Da Zhuang was in unbearable pain and fell to the ground. Seeing that the luthier was about to approach the coffin, he angrily stepped forward and grabbed Andrew's boots, which was too far for him, and it took him all his strength to make it half a meter smaller.

His trembling hands tightly clamped the upper of Andrew's shoes, like a thousand-year-old corpse in an ancient tomb, once he struck, he would not die.

Andrew kicked him in disgust, but couldn't shake him off.

He kicked him a few more times, but he saw that the fool had passed out, but his big thick hands were locked around the upper of his shoe like a shackle. In the end, he dragged the big two hundred pounds of weight to take a step.

Ida approached, gently stroked the tips of her hair, her weak and boneless onion fingers spread slightly, and held a thumb-sized mini syringe in her palm:

"The antidote is here, the one that gives you pain relief first, and the other part, it depends on your performance. Old thing, I'll give you two choices, either stand by and watch obediently, or help me get rid of these weak chickens. If you are not honest, your apprentice's life will not be saved. ”

"You ...... It's despicable! ”

Old wrestlers dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Unloading the Ling Lux lineage, it is difficult to find a successor with Huigen. Since ancient times, among the orthodoxy of the four major tomb robbers, why there are the least descendants of the Jieling lineage, because the requirements of this lineage inheritance are not only skills and academics, but also the most fundamental is the body and bones.

Da Zhuang is a natural wrestler, and in the past 30 years, he is the most likely to impact the strange bones of the eight-star Xieling wrestler, and he can't say anything to die in the tomb of an emperor like Qianling. As for the young people who created the world, they have nothing to do with themselves, and it is expected that these foreigners will not dare to kill. After these foreign aid stunned people, they absconded with their treasures, and when the time came, the blame came down, and he and Da Zhuang were only morally condemned at most.

Seeing that Lao Lux had accepted the painkiller, the insect master smiled knowingly, and began to play with Chinese again: "Very good, I like the saying of your country, 'Those who know the times are Junjie'." ”

With that, he put on his eye-hugging sunglasses again, hiding the lewd/evil smile under his eyes at all.

Ancient coins and silver coins seemed to him to be coins, and he didn't know how to distinguish them, but the first thing that caught his eye was the plump and crispy breasts of the golden bells, and he squatted down lazily to get close to the lamb that was to be slaughtered.

Everything is planned smoothly tonight, very comfortable, it is rare to have such leisure to enjoy the delicate facial features of an oriental woman from a quiet distance.

"It's pretty, not like Miss Catherine." The international supermodel he inadvertently met in London in midsummer, a British and Ukrainian mixed-race beauty, her devilish figure made him unforgettable for a lifetime, especially the pair of human breasts that were about to come out, which made countless men want to get up and down.

Thinking of this, his rough hand, which had been shrunk in the cuffs of his trench coat for many years, reached out, and several unknown insects circulated on the back of his hand, and retracted into the cuffs one after another, leaving only the sinful hand to reach out to the soft area in front of him, wanting to break open the collar and take the silver coin.

Look at the thin fingertips should be close to the silky neckline.

A big hand slapped heavily from the bottom up, coldly pressing the thin wrist.

This collisional slapping sound caused several people at the side of the insect coffin to look sideways.

Syllable!

There was another crisp sound, this was the right cheek of the insect master, and a hot handprint was fanned.

Andrew was about to pick up the cicada jade in the coffin, but he was so startled by two consecutive slaps that he hurriedly turned back, and his right foot was so tightly restrained by the damn strong man that it was difficult to turn around.

"Piano master, you'd better explain to me, what's going on with your tune?" Enraged, the insect master jerked his right hand away and stood up tremblingly.

The one who got up with him was Fang Yan, who had been hypnotized at the end before.

At this moment, he was still swaying his body in a daze, his barely upright body was about to fall at any moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and the deer hunting hat on his head fell to the side when he fell to the ground, so that all the hair on his head was exposed.

Allen, Winthers, Andrew, and even Old Lux, all four eyes stared at his sideburns, and Old Lux, because of the bad angle, deliberately went to the side to find out.

"Yes...... Be...... Hair! The insect master swallowed, "It seems to be a little whiter than the intelligence says." ”

According to the information gathered in advance, when the Evil Emperor personality appears, the sideburns of that type of person will turn gray. But at this time, where is the white, it is clearly snow white.

"What about him? There are more than 1,400 strangers, and the three of us are still afraid of him? "Andrew was not used to the frightened appearance of his teammates when he was at the tomb of Prince Yide before, and if it wasn't for someone watching, he wouldn't mind meeting this so-called evil emperor on the spot.

"You're the Evil Emperor?"

For the sake of conservatism, Ada still whispered a tentative word, her resentful gaze was always fixed on Fang Yan's slightly closed eyes, and there was only one thing to confirm at this moment - whether Fang Yan was awake or not?

"Fang Yan" didn't reply, continued to close his eyes, and the blind man turned around in place like an elephant, and his mind seemed to be sorting out some things that his personality had sorted out at the end of the period before he was quickly sorting out.

"Boss, the button for the emergency reinforcement signal is in the fourth slot of the right shoulder strap......"

"They're coming for the Blood Cicada Jade......"

"You must find out Yuchen's identity, what personal grudges does he have with Wu Zetian?"

……

"I don't know what the evil emperor will come out, I hope that when he comes out, there will be no enemies around, Erzhu should press the signal shield in time, and don't let the audience see him violently......"

……

"Huh."

Recalling the last heart-to-heart conversation from Emperor Yan, the Evil Emperor smiled disdainfully.

"Hey, you...... What are you laughing at? ”

Ada was inexplicably panicked by the sneering look of this person who was still asleep.

"Fang Yan" still didn't reply, obviously closed his eyes, but he knew very well the direction where Erzhu was lying down, he slowly approached step by step, accurately touched the hydra, removed it from Erzhu's shoulder, and then slowly carried it to himself, and his hands were still unconsciously rubbing the strap to test the few additional buttons that seemed to be more important.

"Bastard, can he even see it? Have you opened your eyes or not? The insect master was inexplicably flustered, he was the closest, knowing that this strange evil emperor had been slightly closed eyes, but every move did not look like a person with closed eyes.

The Evil Emperor still ignored it, quietly walked to the deer hunting hat that he had inadvertently stepped on, picked up the hat, thought about it, and threw it away.

"Hmm......"

He suddenly collapsed in pain, his face distorted sharply, and a trace of scarlet blood glowed from the gap between his slightly closed eyelids.

Fortunately, he covered his eyes with his hands in time, and when he released them again, the slightly closed eyelids reluctantly turned into painful closures, and this time the closed eyes were outrageously tight, and he wished to let the pupils completely sink into the depths of the eye sockets.

Ada's mouth opened slightly, and her delicate body trembled slightly, which was a heartfelt tremor when she saw someone else's crazy self-harm, and imagined that scene had happened to her.

What happened to his pupils? What the hell is he blocking? As for being so hard to get along with yourself?

The Evil Emperor's eyes continued to be closed, and the more they closed, the tighter and tighter they were, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the bulging cheekbones, and even the cortex on the bridge of his nose wrinkled painfully.

Finally, he figured something out and fumbled frantically through the bag behind his back.

This action is crazy like the scene of a heart patient having a heart attack, like the madness of an addict who does not take drugs for months and once he eats enough.

One unimportant item after another was violently smashed open by him, bandages, medicine jars, water bottles, cold fireworks lighters......

Until a strange black cloth was pulled out, and all the sober people present paid attention to it—it was an eye patch.

The corners of this mask are slightly worn, and it looks like it is a bit old.

It's not the kind of eye patches that cowboys wear in the West, nor are they the decorative eye patches that look cool at masquerade balls.

This is an eye mask that completely seals all light sources, solid eye sockets, filled black eyeballs, delicate eye lines, and the border is equipped with water dragon carvings that complement each other, which will extend from the corners of the eyes to the upper forehead, straight through the temples, and rise to the sky like demonic horns, and the demonic energy is monstrous.

"Fang Yan" tightened his eye patch, and his painful complexion suddenly soothed a little.

He exhaled softly from his back, and through a layer of dark vision, he looked precisely at the tennis beauty who had asked him repeatedly but received no answer.

The corners of his mouth are still the same evil smile that has not changed for thousands of years:

"That's right, I'm the Evil Emperor." (To be continued.) )