Little Sister Dai had been very comfortable these few days.
Ever since she played that game a week ago, she felt that her tolerance had improved in all aspects.
For an entire week, she was immersed in Qiu Yaoyang's game.
Ever since she logged off, she would think of that game whenever she did something.
If I do this in XX place, I will definitely be able to pass.
This thought troubled her more than once.
The next day, she began her devilish training.
She swore that she had to clear this game!!!
At least…At least she passed the second stage!
When the livestream began, she still turned on PUBG.
She finally managed to sneak into the final circle, but she was shot in the head by a sniper rifle again.
This was the only one that had entered the final circle today!
Feeling depressed, the little girl puffed up her cheeks, turned off PlayerUnknown's Battleground, and opened the Hell's Mario.
If the first stage was a test of skill and timing, the second stage was a test of all kinds of insidious and cunning traps. From time to time, an inexplicable obstacle would jump out and kill her.
The audience was more excited to see her play this game than to see her play PUBG.
This was because PUBG would never allow the silly little girl to smash the keyboard, the kind that would smash three keyboards a week!
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the little girl felt that her hair was getting thinner and thinner.
From the beginning, even though he was extremely familiar with the traps, there were always bricks that came out of nowhere. It was impossible to guard against them.
He died again!
Daomei slammed the keyboard hard, gritted her teeth, and closed the game. She then reopened PUBG.
After playing that game, it was easy for him to accept landing into a crate in a few consecutive games.
Therefore, when Daolai got frustrated playing other games, she would play a few rounds of the Hell Mario. She felt that the world had become extremely beautiful.
Well, the setbacks from before were no longer a problem.
In the ups and downs of life, the little sister became an indomitable person.
Of course not!
As long as she played the hell version of Mario, she was very tolerant of other games!
The silly girl inadvertently opened the private message.
It was a familiar ID and a familiar private message.
The fear of being dominated by a plumber flashed through his mind.
Her body trembled and she instinctively closed the private message interface.
In just a moment, the audience had also noticed it.
"Isn't this the game author? Torturing the Almighty?"
"Little sister is reading private messages!"
"Did the Almighty post some game again? You're the game's 'god', don't be afraid and just do it!”
The public chat instantly became lively. Everyone was urging the silly girl to read the private messages.
They were very curious about this game designer.
What kind of suffering did he go through in the real world for him to have such a strong desire for revenge! The game that was created was simply anti-human!
The silly girl couldn't resist the curiosity of the audience and could only open the private message.
The beginning couldn't be more familiar.
"Dumb girl, I'm your loyal fan. I'm a poor university student from the depths of the mountains.”
"My dream is to become a great video game designer.”
"I'm very grateful that you can play my game. The hope you gave me allowed me to continue on my path as a game designer.”
"With your encouragement, I made another game. It's a beautiful game that's especially stressful. Can you help me try it out?"
In the eyes of the little girl, the scene was beautiful and very relaxing. This was simply the line she used to trick Sister Zhou and the others into playing the game.
Can't this person be a little more creative! Did he think she would fall for it?
Dumb Little Sister typed angrily,"Don't try to fool me!" Was it a game that was difficult to operate? I won't fall for your trick!"
Her private message with Qiu Yaoyang was shared, and the public chat was laughing at her for being like an angry cat.
"Finally, there will be a day when Little Sister Dai will start to be on guard.”
"Ten thousand people are begging for a scamming game to break the defense of this stupid little sister!”
"A life that is not irritable is an incomplete life! Little Sister Dai had just woken up and was chatting with him. It was boring to watch other livestreams.”
"Right, right, right. Let's see what kind of torture game the Almighty has come up with.”
The tycoons took turns to send out a bunch of planes and rockets.
The silly little girl didn't want to talk, but in the end, she had no choice but to give in to reality.
Soon, the private message was refreshed. Qiu Yaoyang sat behind the screen and said sincerely.
"This game has a rich background story and is an open world with a high degree of freedom.”
"I have 100,000 viewers in my live stream."
"I'm not lying to you.”
He dared to say such words in front of the 100,000 viewers in Dai Xiaomei's livestream. Dai Xiaomei already believed half of it.
The previous game had left too much of a shadow on her, causing her to have to think twice.
The audience believed him.
Look at the game he designed previously. How tormented were the streamers in the console area?
Now that everyone had an emoji of them breaking through their defense, they couldn't be any more evil.
Could it be that this game designer who was good at torturing people had finally turned over a new leaf?
"Dumb little sister, support your fans!”
"I want to see. Let me see."
The silly girl couldn't resist the crowd's encouragement and agreed to Qiu Yaoyang's request to help her test the game.
She clicked on the link to download it. This game was called Wuxia, a martial arts game.
Who didn't have a martial arts dream? Who didn't want to be a chivalrous man who could travel the world with his sword?
However, domestic games were not doing well, especially Wuxia games. This kind of style was full of local characteristics, but there were no particularly outstanding masterpieces on the market. Almost all of them were pay-to-win games with Wuxia skin.
As time passed, the slogan " 999 with one slash " would appear in the minds of players who saw Wuxia games.
Even if it was a game made by a god of torture, it would still make people question it if it had a martial arts style.
"What, a Wuxia style game? Let's go, let's go."
"I thought the Almighty was going to release some new work, but it turned out to be a martial arts style. Sigh…How disappointing."
"Wuxia games are bound to fail. Who still thinks that Wuxia games can make good games?”
The game was huge, and one could watch CG animations while downloading.
The public chat was filled with curses, while the silly girl clicked on the cinematic.
There was a vast expanse of snowy mountains. The ground was filled with swords, and there was a man in the air facing an army of a million.
It was a young man in white. He had a thin body, but he had an aura that could rival a million people.
With his back to the screen, he reached out and shouted,""Sword Dao is like the eternal night.”
The longsword on the ground kept trembling, as if it was being pulled by invisible threads, flying toward the young man.
In front of him was an army of a million, and behind him was ten thousand swords.
"Go!"
The sword was like an arm, and the long sword was like a shooting star that cut through the sky.
......
A scream suddenly came from the tall courtyard.
A fat official died tragically in his home, causing a riot.
A tall figure was standing in a confrontation with a longsword in his hand.
"Flesh the people, death is not worth regretting!"
"Tian Zi doesn't care, I do!"
......
Elegant music came from the pleasure boat. The scene changed. On the battlefield, the zither player was holding a blood-stained zither and facing the army.
"We cultivators of the Mountains and Seas, the souls of the Mountains and Seas, we want to seal the Heavens!”
"The Nine Heavens are in chaos, and the heroes of the children are the ones who rule the martial world.”
"My zither can play music and kill people.”
......
The three cinematic scenes caught everyone's attention.
The agile qinggong, the exquisite scene, and the blood-boiling battle attracted everyone's attention.
"A big production!"
"He must have used his capital!"
"It's too hot! The national style martial arts is too great!"
They realized it before they even entered the game.
Hiss--
This Wuxia style game seemed very different!
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