"Dear viewers and friends, loyal players of "But Yin", hello everyone!"

The fill light in the studio was turned on, and the host with exquisite makeup greeted him with emotion.

Huang Ziwen was so excited by the light that he narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took a while to ease up.

The studio is much larger this time, and the main reason is that the number of guests has increased.

There were three couches in the entire studio, all of which were filled with three or four players, and most of them were obviously cramped.

Huang Ziwen looked at his sofa and left, in addition to indulging in Tuo Shao and Tang Dongshan, there were also himself and Xu Garlic.

Xu Da Garlic is really the appearance of the character, it seems that it is a character directly established with a pre-read face model, and he didn't even look at the beauty.

Such a face, although it looks mediocre in the game and live broadcast room with a ten-level per capita beauty, it is difficult to say that it is not beautiful when you see it offline.

"Now, let's invite the guests of today's promotional event to say hello to everyone, first of all, the representatives of the players of the Blood Harbor!"

Huang Ziwen's eyes followed the host's introduction to the side, and on the couch beside the host, a man sat up straight and showed a calm smile:

"Hello everyone, meet again, I'm the representative of the Blood Harbor players this time, Qian Xiaoqian from the Dead Man's Fleet!"

Qian Xiaoqian?

Huang Ziwen was stunned, he remembered that this person had also been on the show with him before, when he was still an Olima player, and he was exhausted as a slave.

Why is he now a player in Bloodport?

"Welcome Qian Xiaoqian, Qian Xiaoqian is also an old acquaintance of our players, if I'm not mistaken, the last time you came to our show, you were still a player of Olima, why did you become the player representative of Blood Harbor now?"

The beautiful host asked Huang Ziwen with a smile.

Qian Xiaoqian nodded and said with a smile: "Hello host, that's right, last time I met with you as an Olima player, friends who often watch my live broadcast room and posts should know that I am a player who is more keen on making guides and wiki content, and it was also an in-game adventure in the Olima region that brought me to Bloodport." ”

"Compared to Olima, there are currently more dungeons and combat content in this area of Bloodport that are worth making, so I didn't return to Olima, but chose to stay in Bloodport and become a player in Bloodport. If there are other areas that catch my attention in the future, then maybe I will change it again the next time I meet with everyone, haha! ”

The host smiled and nodded, and then asked:

"I've noticed that the players of our Blood Harbor all mentioned the Dead Man's Fleet when they introduced themselves, is this a plot in the game?"

Huang Ziwen also noticed this problem, not only Qian Xiaoqian, but all the players in Blood Harbor said that they were xxx of the Dead Man's Fleet when they introduced themselves.

The Dead Man's Fleet is the section of the Blood Harbor on the official forum of Qiyin, and Huang Ziwen has always been curious.

Qian Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, in fact, about the organization of the Dead Fleet of Blood Harbor, it is selected by the player for the plot in the game, it can be said that the Dead Fleet not only refers to the players of the Blood Harbor, but also refers to the organization that actually exists in the game, as for the plot ......"

He paused, and suddenly shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "I can only say that the characters of the dead man's fleet are all people who should have died but didn't die, haha, because the game has content of competition between players, we can only reveal so much at the moment." ”

"Wow, it seems that the plot of the Blood Harbor players is still very mysterious, okay, let's welcome the players from the Duchy of West Asia in the game, as well as their representatives, saury, welcome!"

The saury who beckoned to greet everyone was a man, and he immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

The saury ID is not well-known at all.

But this player is so handsome, with a straight nose bridge, a tall and thin figure, and he looks like a movie star in the blink of an eye.

"Hello everyone, I'm a shepherd from the Episcopal Church of the Principality of Western Asia, ID saury."

Although there is no real audience in the studio, the barrage has suddenly increased at this moment. "Lord.

"Welcome to the saury, welcome to the players of the Principality of West Asia, we all know that in the latest plot of the game has been announced, the Principality of West Asia Church is defeated by Simeng this time, and the battle is lost, I believe that many players are like me, they want to know what the current situation is like the Church of God? Will the fighting continue on the territory of West Asia? ”

It can be seen that the host himself is also a gamer, which is still satisfying.

The sword-eyed sword-eyed saury smiled a little helplessly: "No, this time we are defeated, the Grand Duke of West Asia, NPC Tilda has already incorporated the Divine Episcopal Church into the Grand Duke's Mansion, and the Divine Episcopal Church after that is the official force of West Asia and continues to participate in the game." ”

Whether it was saury, Huang Ziwen, or any of the players present, they didn't know that behind this was Tilda's conclusion after deliberation and consultation with Han Dongwen.

If it weren't for Han Dongwen, who understood the player's temperament, he would have already made a decision to eradicate these aliens.

To pardon the official forces like this, to continue to have tasks to do and skills to learn, is really almost a delusional idea.

"Okay, here's our old friend, a player from Simeng in the game, let's welcome the player representative, Sherlock Hook!"

Huang Ziwen's identity as a player representative is naturally not based on his military exploits, but to take care of his semi-official identity, which can be regarded as an internal welfare.

He sat up straight and raised his hand a little stiffly:

"Hello everyone, I'm from Simeng ......"

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Ziwen spoke: "A player from the Simeng National Security Division, Sherlock Hook. ”

"Welcome! Sherlock Hook is also an old friend of our show, this time the national war between Simeng and West Asia is also the biggest event in the current Yin, I believe everyone has full expectations for the plot of Simeng, may I ask as a player of Simeng, what is your evaluation of the current plot in Simeng? ”

Huang Ziwen thought for a moment and slowly spoke:

"Viewers who are familiar with me know that I am a person who is keen to follow the in-game setting and plot, so I have been studying the plot of Simeng all the time."

"First of all, as you know in the game, the role played by our players is not an ordinary ordinary person in the world, but an alien who falls from the sky, and for the NPCs in the game, we are extraterrestrial visitors, which is the consensus that needs to be understood first when understanding the plot."

"Inhumans are events that happen in the game, and they are involved in the advancement of the plot, not ordinary people."

"Then, unlike the way other countries treat Inhumans, I noticed that the country of Simeng seems to have been prepared for the arrival of Inhumans, that is, players, and compared to other regions, the role cultivation and growth of Simeng players is also more thorough, and there are more opportunities, so I have a guess."

"My guess is that for players, the identity of Inhumans will actually have a fixed destination in the end, rather than the current troubled times, Inhumans as a whole may eventually work with a certain country, a certain regime, or even a certain monarch to advance the plot of the game, and according to the current situation, I think Simeng fits this characteristic."

The host was stunned: "You mean, the current stage of the game is just for players to find and choose such a faction, and finally enter the next stage of the plot as an ally of this camp, right?" ”

Huang Ziwen nodded: "That's what it means." ”

"This ...... So, is there anything you can share with us about the plot of the Si Mong region itself? ”

Faced with Huang Ziwen's speculation-based speech, the host decided to change the topic.

Huang Ziwen let out a sigh of relief and said: "Regarding the actual plot, the main thing for players at present is to live in the major sects in Simeng to learn art, and then participate in the border war with West Asia in Bailan Mountain, everyone knows that the current theme of the game is troubled times, so the next war is naturally indispensable, and players will continue to be active as a military commander......"

"Harm, you're asking the wrong person!"

Huang Ziwen hadn't finished speaking, but the addicted drag next to him suddenly waved his hand and grabbed the conversation: "He has been in Bailan Mountain, what do you know!" Let me tell you, the next step in Simeng is to deal with the war in the Blood Harbor! ”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's eyes were on him.

Among them, the most concerned eyes were naturally the people of the Dead Man's Fleet.

Indulged in a smug face: "This is not my nonsense, I should put PV today, right?" When the film comes out, there will be fun again! ”

"This—...... like this"

The moderator spoke a little slurred.

The guests may not know, but as the organizer, she knows very well that this child in white is the only child of the largest shareholder of "that group", and if he holds a grudge, it will not do him any good.

"Put PV!"

Addicted to drag less excitedly.

The original live broadcast content also had some guest interactions that had nothing to do with the game, such as arms such as you draw and I guess, etc., which can be regarded as the private goods of their studio group.

The barrage became lively and began to coax

[Put PV! 】

[I'm here to see the game, not to see these guys]

【Put PV Put PV Put PV Put PV Put PV】

The power of money, and the voice of the people, are on the side at this moment.

The director gave in and gave the host instructions to introduce the PV link.

"Okay, since everyone is so enthusiastic, then let's not talk much!"

The host, who was originally a little embarrassed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she needed to engage in these links at work, but as a player, of course, she also wanted to see this PV that she hadn't seen before.

"Next, please take a look at this version of the regional special PV, "Simeng Hongyan"!"

The lights went out, and everyone followed the guests, watching the next broadcast of the screen with satisfaction and excitement.

Lamp.

Jumping lights, peeking through the darkness.

The candlestick swayed.

The bronze mirror is bright.

In the bright mirror is the face of a woman - you can't see her face, only her moist lips.

Under the lips is a soft jaw, then a swan-like neck, and then a striking collarbone.

You can also see the skirt worn by the woman.

Red, gold, staggered.

Zhuang Yan lifted together, and there were phoenix patterns on it.

It was a wedding dress, but what sounded in the background was not joy, but a solemn, sacrificial drum.

In such a solemn atmosphere, the beautiful woman in the mirror seemed to be quite relaxed.

"If my mother can see today, I don't know how happy I am."

A woman's voice sounded from outside the painting, but the woman with her back to the camera did not look back, and said in a relaxed tone:

"My mother hopes that we can marry the person we like, and my father wants us to protect the Department of National Law, if we see today, it's too late to cry."

The woman who asked sighed:

"It would be nice if there wasn't to be this contradiction."

A maid greeted the woman's side and handed her a lip blush.

The sound of the drum suddenly became more distant than before, and the woman, with her back to the camera, looked sideways at the red lip and fell silent.

She seemed to be hesitating whether she wanted to save this lipstick for tonight.

The picture zooms in, zooms in, and falls into that touch of red.

In the background, the drums are no longer audible.

Everywhere I heard was the howling wind.

The red in front of the camera is further and further away, shrinking to a dot again.

A dot on the slate floor, a drop of blood.

The surroundings had become an eerie lobby, and a man fell to his knees in pain, gasping for breath, blood pouring from his mouth.

Above his head, Tilda, the Grand Duke of West Asia, armed with an ice spear, was engaged in a fierce battle with several knights inside the church.

The man gritted his teeth and muttered unbearably as he spoke.

Gu Hanyang ...... You lied to me......"

"Shut up, Jack Guo......"

There was a loud storm in the air fighting, but the man's murmur seemed to echo in the ears of the audience.

"Poof!"

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

But in the next second, the man didn't care about himself, but raised his head and shouted: "Tilda! Kill me! ”

The silver-haired rider's eyes flashed with surprise as she looked at the man who was facing her with her outstretched hands, gritted her teeth, and swooped.

Blood flowed and seeped into the cracks of the stone slabs.

Occasionally, a few drops fell from the man's fallen hand, unintentionally erasing them, leaving a bloody mark on the stone slab.

The sound of the battle suddenly seemed to be cut off, like falling into a crack in a glacier.

Be quiet.

In the silence, the camera pans to the bloodstain, which turns into the same red.

A flute sounded in my ears.

It's still windy.

The red turned into a petal flower, falling from the last branch of winter, flying in the cold wind, and falling beside a white dress with the sound of a flute.

The camera pans to the opposite side of the white dress, where a man in a red-edged black robe stands, looking at a girl in a white dress kneeling on the ground.

The lonely birdsong was heard in the air, and the girl's white neck trembled slightly with great determination.

"If you want to let the slaves and maids fall to death...... At least die in front of the gate of this palace, which is worthy of His Highness. ”

Little Red Bean's usually lovely face, but now he closed his eyes sadly.

The black-robed man standing in front of him had a pale face and raised the folding fan in his hand.

The flute stopped.

Only the wind moves.

In the dormitory of the king of Simeng, a man covered in blood stood out.

Like an extremely slow motion, the man with a blood-drenched face but still a decent gaze glared at the other party and slowly stretched out his hands.

With his right hand, he took the folding fan in the hand of the black-robed man, and with his left hand, he took the little red bean into his arms.

"Clear ...... Muddy...... Self...... ......"

Han Dongwen's hoarse voice sounded, he raised his hand reluctantly, opened the folding fan in front of him, and hugged the little red bean tightly.

The palm covered with blood tightly hugged Xiao Hongdou's arm, leaving a shocking red pattern on her crescent-white sleeves.

The camera zooms in on this smear of red, slowly freezing the lake and slowly losing focus.

By the time I refocused, the red had turned to blood.

Blood dripped from a sword and spilled into the snow.

Han Dongwen held a sword and stood in the Eagle City before dawn, his white coat had been dyed crimson.

"Your Highness!"

A choked and excited voice came from the front, and Chi Hanqing, who was dressed in a medical robe, rushed forward and hugged him into his arms.

In the morning, the light pierced the mist and shone into the sky, and the picture greeted the daylight, brightening into a dazzling white.

The camera swayed, the white disappeared, and the candle shadow was still red.

The woman with her back to the camera suddenly smiled and kissed her lightly on the lipstick.

Her face was finally revealed from the camera, and it was Jiang Keyin's beautiful face.

Today, her makeup is bright and solemn, and it is more exciting than usual.

She stood up gracefully, dressed in a wedding dress embroidered with a phoenix, incomparably luxurious.

The bride wore a hijab, but Jiang Keyin wore a phoenix crown full of pearls and jade.

Breathtaking beauty.

"Niangniang, the ceremony has arrived, Your Highness is waiting."

A voice came from outside the screen, and Jiang Keyin showed her usual smile.

The camera darkened and became a pure darkness.

Be quiet.

Voiceless.

The emotion lasted for a long time, and both the guests and the audience thought that this excellent PV had been played.

They were wondering why the lights weren't on, when suddenly, from the darkness, a man's voice came.

"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."