It was still pitch black all around. Only the spot where the meteor fell was a two-meter-square bright spot. People's eyes were all focused on that bright spot, and they could no longer look away from it.
Bang. A beam of laser light shined on the light spot from the distant outer space. The light spot instantly burst out as bright as the sun.
Boom. Then there was a loud noise. The light point turned into a golden dragon rising into the sky. It soared into the clouds and hovered in the sky. Finally, it turned into two big characters with golden light... Fantasy World.
"Oh." The whole audience said in unison, exclaiming in surprise.
Then there was dead silence again.
It takes about as long as a cigarette. Dong-dong-dong.
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A burst of drumbeats sounded in the dark square. The drumbeats became louder and louder. They became more and more violent. It was like thousands of troops and horses. It was like the roar of an angry sea.
Da da da.
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There was the sound of machine gun fire. Violent explosions sounded one after another. It seemed that people were brought into a bloody battlefield.
Bang. Several laser searchlights shone on the central field. A figure appeared in front of everyone. He was Ling Yun.
Wearing a special forces camouflage combat uniform and a high-end military helmet. His face was heavily painted with oil paint. In his hand was a Chinese Type 95 assault rifle, spraying flames.
Bang. Several more laser searchlights flashed. A warrior wearing golden armor appeared on the ground. He was holding a purple gold sword and had seven stars on his feet. The sword moved like a dragon and a snake.
A supernatural being wearing a crimson magic robe appeared in the darkness not far away. He held two giant fireballs in his hands, one on the left and one on the right. They flew in the air. Next to him stood a flame elf more than three meters tall.
Bang bang bang. The lights flashed. Bang. People realized they couldn't see anything.
The ceiling of the Workers' Stadium slowly closed and the all-round three-dimensional illusion system was turned on.
When people really opened their eyes, everyone stood up in unison.
Surrounded by a jungle, towering ancient trees were like a dream. Elf players wearing grass-green leather armor passed before people's eyes. Dozens of black-clothed assassins carrying gleaming daggers were erratic and disappeared in front of people's eyes in an instant.
Just when people wanted to catch the assassin's figure with their eyes, the scene changed instantly. The primitive jungle disappeared and was replaced by a vast prairie.
War drums rumbled. Iron horses and hundreds of iron cavalry galloped across the grassland brandishing knight's spears. An angel waving white wings flew through the sky, sprinkling countless golden light spots.
The entire stadium is created with 5D light and shadow effects. It is beautiful and immersive. Then the majestic music sounds.
Ling Yun slowly walked to the center of the stage. He raised his gun and sang:
Looking up to the sky and roaring. The shadow of the sword is fluttering.
The blood boils in troubled times. The soul burns in eternity.
Take the beauty. A generation of genius. Touch the magic soldiers with your hands and feel free.
Magic roars in the light of swords and shadows. God dances in the hail of bullets.
Bullets fly. Look at me, the sky is smiling.
Magical brilliance. Blood-stained iron armor robe.
The water flows away in the east of the great river. Only the waves are rolling.
The river is stained red with blood. The fantasy world is full of enchantment.
Tianyu, the incarnation of an angel, descended from the sky and slowly nestled beside Ling Yun.
(Ling Yun read:)
The fantasy world spans the world. The sword is at war with beauty.
Write the story of a man's ups and downs. The blood of the alliance is the same as the gods and the ghosts are cold.
The music instantly became soothing. Silver light flashed. Wang Mengting turned into an angel and floated down in the sky. A heavenly sound floated up. Everyone outside the venue was moved by it.
The quiet night sky releases a kind of longing. I have a dream that will never change.
Let love run wild and stay by your side forever in the fantasy world.
The legend may be disillusioned, but our love will last forever.
The wish may not come true, but the dream in the fantasy world will always be sweet.
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The singing stopped. Ling Yun bent down and picked up Wang Mengting. The two walked slowly outside the venue.
Bang bang bang.
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Applause rang out. Waves of applause rang out. Applause shook the sky.
Tian Dashui and the two couldn't help but stand up. The palms of his hands were already red. This was the most beautiful and spectacular opening ceremony he had ever seen. The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games was inferior to it.
What caught his attention the most was the young man, Ling Yun. Although his singing of the song was not very good, the scene and lyrics were just right.
Tian Xiner didn't applaud. Her eyes were red. She really envied Wang Mengting now. It would be great if that angel was her.
Beside Tian Xiner, Tian Linger and Li Xueli leaned quietly on their chairs. This was not what she was thinking.
Zi Yan pursed her lips and felt an inexplicable touch in her heart. "Hmph. When did that brat become so charming?"
Next came various acrobatic magic and group gymnastics performances, which really feasted the eyes of the audience.
Ling Yun and Wang Mengting had no time to enjoy the wonderful performance. They walked to the stands hand in hand.
"Hello. How am I doing?" Wang Mengting stepped forward and took the Tian sisters' hands.
Tian Linger smiled slightly. "Haha. Our sister Meng Ting performed the best in the whole show." She glanced at Ling Yun. "It's not like that guy. His singing is not as good as that of a night owl."
Your sister Mengting. When did Wang Mengting become yours? Night owl. Is this the lion's roar skill? There is no musical pustule at all. Ling Yun curled his lips and his face was full of bitterness.
"Haha. Young man, you performed well just now. We met the day before yesterday. It seems that I underestimated you." A pair of big hands rested on Ling Yun's shoulders. Tian Linger couldn't help but widen her eyes. Apart from herself, she rarely looked at you. I've seen my father compliment me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sweetness in my heart. It seems that things with Ling Yun will be good in the future.
"Thank you, Mr. Tian." Ling Yun looked a little uncomfortable when Tian Dashui looked at him. He always felt a bit like his father-in-law looking at his son-in-law. If Tian Linger really fell into his family's household registration book, his good days would come to an end. .
"Oh." There was a shout around me. It was earth-shattering. It turned out that "Fantasy World" specially presented a wonderful exhibition match for everyone at the opening ceremony of the King of Champions Competition. The two sides were the Shanghai Macho Man Athletics and the island nation's Okamoto Dojo.
"I heard Ling'er praise you last night for your ability in the fantasy world game. Is this really true?" Tian Dashui asked casually while staring at the big electronic screen.
Unexpectedly, the boss of Huaxia Group actually cared about Qi Yuxilai. This surprised Ling Yun. "Haha. It's just so-so."
Tian Dashui suddenly turned his head with a smile on his face. "Young man, don't be humble. Tell you this. Ever since I was a kid, this is the first time I've heard that girl Ling'er praise someone. And Xin'er also praised you."
Ling Yun also laughed and scratched his head in embarrassment. He didn't know what to say.
Tian Dashui handed over a cigarette. "Smoking."
Ling Yun did not refuse and reached out to take it.
Tian Dashui lit the cigarette. He took two puffs. The thick white smoke drifted away in the wind. "Do you like Ling'er? Or do you like Xin'er." Suddenly these words popped out of the smoke.
Ling Yun was petrified. A mouthful of spit mixed with smoke stuck in his throat. He couldn't even spit it out or swallow it for a long time.
