A middle-school boy in fancy clothes is playing the King of Champions on a live broadcast. Watch his cosplay.
His costume is Qinglian Sword Fairy.
And the hero he plays corresponds to Li Bai.
"Hahaha, did the Taoist friends in the live broadcast room see it, five kills! Five kills!!"
Lu Bufan said in a showy way.
As the word victory appeared on the screen, he put down his phone and picked up the sword, gesticulating gracefully.
"Watch me kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind for thousands of miles!"
In the live broadcast room, the barrages are all news from 666.
As a Honor anchor with superb looks and skills, Lu Bufan is undoubtedly the face of Li Bai players.
At a young age, he has gained a large number of fans.
Some are interested in technique, some are greedy for appearance, and some find style interesting.
"It's too late. I need to go to bed early and try to successfully practice the supreme swordsmanship in my sleep."
"Goodbye, fellow Taoists."
Lu Bufan turned off the live broadcast, stretched out habitually, lay lazily on the gaming chair, picked up his phone and started browsing.
Backstage, there were many private messages from fans.
I'm not Nan Tong: "Fanfan, do you want to eat a small flying stick? I have it here."
The goddess herself: "Stop live broadcasting, my sister is willing to support you, come here, little baby."
Keyboard Warrior: "Hello, I like your live broadcast very much. It's my birthday today, can you call me daddy?"
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The contents of the private messages were various, and Lu Bufan looked through them with a calm expression.
After a long time, he put down his phone, shook his head, and sighed:
"I am a mighty swordsman, how dare you break my Taoist heart?"
"It's ridiculous!"
He stood up, picked up the long sword, continued to pose in front of the mirror, and said loudly:
"The sword of the river comes from the sky!!!"
The sound was so loud that someone shouted outside, "You're crazy, you can't sleep at night!"
The corner of Lu Bufan's mouth twitched a few times, then he slowly put down his sword and sighed: "It's not me who's wrong, it's the world."
As he said that, he was about to take off his cosmos
Get dressed, get ready to wash up and go to bed.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who?"
"Xiaofan, I'm Uncle Zhang who lives downstairs. Open the door quickly. I have something I want to talk to you about."
"oh."
Lu Bufan opened the door.
What caught his eye was an old man dressed simply.
"I'm sorry, Xiaofan, for disturbing you so late." He said to himself, shaking the fan in his hand and walked in.
"Uncle Zhang, are you okay?" Lu Bufan scratched his head.
"Xiao Fan, tell me if you have any difficulties recently and if there is anything I can help you with."
Uncle Zhang turned his back and spoke in a gradually lower tone.
"Ha, I'm doing pretty well during this time. I accept your wishes, uncle."
Lu Bufan said seriously.
"Oh, is it so?"
Uncle Zhang turned around suddenly, his wrinkled face was a little stiff, and his old voice revealed a hint of strangeness.
"Think carefully and see if there is anything I can do to help you."
Lu Bufan frowned. He took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Uncle Zhang, your dad has a mental problem again? Didn't he say he has been cured?"
"He came to me late at night and kept saying he wanted to help me. Why don't you take him back quickly?"
Residents living nearby all know that Uncle Zhang's mental state was not very good before.
Since nothing happened, the neighbors were very tolerant.
There was silence for a while on the other side of the phone, "My dad passed away this morning and was taken away in a car. His body is still lying in the morgue. Are you sure you saw my dad?"
Hearing this, Lu Bufan's expression froze on his face, "Uncle Zhang, are you kidding me?"
"You've gone too far. Who would make such a joke on their own relatives?"
beep……
The person on the other end hung up the phone angrily, probably thinking that Lu Bufan did it on purpose.
"Xiao Fan, do you need help from me in any way?"
Uncle Zhang's smile gradually faded, becoming stiffer and weirder, and he stared straight at the young man in front of him.
Lu Bufan's hands and feet were cold. He looked at the time displayed on his phone and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock.
Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something. Could this be a new type of evil and fake neighbor that was rumored to be rising in the coastal areas?
But this is the central region, and that thing broke out here too?!
Lu Bufan's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and he was caught in a dilemma for a moment.
I heard that the pseudo-neighbor has a capricious personality. He will be killed if he doesn't make demands, and he will be killed if he makes excessive demands.
How should he respond?!
"Xiaofan, don't you have any help from me?"
Uncle Zhang's expression was gloomy, his eyes gradually turned white, and his old body approached step by step.
Obviously, he is preparing to kill someone!
"Yes, yes, you can help me win the game. I just need you to play casually."
Lu Bufan suddenly thought out of his wits and opened the mobile game and handed it over.
"Um?"
Uncle Zhang was stunned.
He stood there quietly for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
After taking the phone, Uncle Zhang began to choose a hero.
Lu Bufan felt happy in his heart, and his muscles all tensed up, wanting to rush out of the door in one go.
"Do you want to run?"
The old voice came coldly.
Uncle Zhang stared at Lu Bufan expressionlessly.
It seemed that if the other party dared to act rashly, he would immediately start chasing him.
"Haha, how could that happen?"
Lu Bufan sneered, secretly thinking that he was almost impulsive.
He remembered that there is a knowledge point on the Internet that after the fake neighbor agrees to the victim's request, it is best not to do anything unnecessary, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation and directly killed.
The only way is either not to open the door, or it will leave on its own in half an hour.
But there is another saying that when it successfully completes the requirements, it will leave with satisfaction under the flattery.
The former is safer and generally recognized.
The latter is almost impossible and currently only exists in imagination.
"It should be feasible. After all, I'm using it as a human-machine."
"No matter how you play, the game will end successfully!"
Lu Bufan said secretly.
ten minutes later.
This man-machine game ended quickly and smoothly.
There was a smile on Uncle Zhang's face, and he sighed: "This is too easy. I hope it can be more difficult."
"You mean you want to fight again?" Lu Bufan was stunned.
"Isn't it possible? It seems you don't need my help?" Uncle Zhang's expression gradually became cold and his tone was gloomy and low.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I'll match it for you."
Lu Bufan switched to the bronze trumpet and let "Uncle Zhang" play a match.
ten minutes later.
The battle ended successfully.
Uncle Zhang was still not satisfied and said: "It's too easy, not enough, not enough at all. Xiaofan, do you have a higher level of difficulty for me to try?"
Old thing, it’s not over yet, right?!
Lu Bufan cursed in his heart. He really wished he was a swordsman and could kill this abominable evil spirit.
Forced to have no choice, Lu Bufan switched to the silver trumpet and warned: "Uncle, don't take it too seriously, let's just play casually."
He hoped that this ghost could leave here contentedly.
When Silver Ranking was won easily, Lu Bufan thought everything was safe, but Uncle Zhang's expression became more ferocious and he said viciously:
"Xiaofan, are you looking down on me? I want a higher level of difficulty, don't always fool me with the trumpet!!"
The lights in the house flickered on and off, adding a bit of a scary atmosphere.
"But, I am in the Glory rank, are you sure..." Lu Bufan was startled.
"It doesn't matter, I can help you improve your score!" Uncle Zhang said solemnly.
Lu Bufan had no choice but to switch to the large player to play ranked.
Out of caution, he added: "It's okay to give away people's heads, as long as you are satisfied with the game."
Uncle Zhang ignored him and concentrated on ranking for Glory.
As the battle began and the opponent easily took first blood, Uncle Zhang's expression suddenly changed.
"It doesn't matter, you can play as you like." Lu Bufan wiped his sweat.
In less than ten minutes, Uncle Zhang's performance was extremely ugly. He was pinned to the ground by the opponent's hero and beaten in various ways.
He died again and again, seriously delaying the rhythm of his teammates.
In the comment area, harsh remarks began to appear.
"You're brainless, aren't you? Can you please not sacrifice your life?"
"Fuck, I met the actor who is a dog!"
"How did you get the food to be so good? Did you hire someone to do it for you?"
"Hot chicken, trash, my dog can beat you better than you!"
See this scene.
Lu Bufan was so frightened that his face turned pale and he quickly comforted him:
"Uncle, let me turn off the comments. Don't be angry. Just play as you like!"
At this time, Uncle Zhang was so angry that his hands were shaking, his old face was slowly distorted, and his eyeballs were gradually occupied by the whites of his eyes.
"Xiao Fan, is this what you want me to help you with? Are you trying to humiliate me on purpose!!
What the hell, you are good at it and love to play!
Feeling that his death was approaching, Lu Bufan felt desolate in his heart.
It’s over, my life is over!
The next second.
I feel like the world is spinning and the surrounding environment has changed.
The majestic fairy palace stands tall, and the curling clouds and mist are misty.
"This, this is..." Lu Bufan was dumbfounded and looked around suddenly.
He found that there were seven other people nearby.
Just like myself, we are all in a state of confusion!