Shen Hui was woken up by a series of jingling sounds.
He yawned and set the phone's media volume to 0 again.
Then, he rubbed his face a little tiredly.
Since posting his first video online, he no longer needs an alarm clock.
Just set the media volume to return to 100% at 8 o'clock every day, and he will wake up with a series of background prompts.
Probably, this is the boring daily life of a big up owner...
Today, there is a new exhibition hall in the district where Shen Hui lives.
As the owner of a handmade area, Shen Hui often goes to comic exhibition areas, dance areas and other areas to serve as background boards.
Occasionally, in the dense video barrage, content such as "lsp" will be displayed.
Shen Hui obviously didn't care about this.
I am sp, I am real!
Shen Hui spat out the dregs in her mouth, and then pressed her hands over her somewhat fluffy and messy hair.
He never cared about this before.
But judging from previous video feedback, it would be better to be a little more normal.
He doesn't want to be ghosted anymore...
If everything was normal when Shen Hui woke up.
Perhaps the starting point of everything will be when he opens the door of the collection room on a whim when he is about to go out...
To use a bad joke from a certain game, it is: the gears of fate are turning at this moment...
"This is?"
Fukai looked at the long sword that he regarded as his most proud collection and placed in the middle of the entire collection room.
"The Sword of Azakana?"
Shenhui whispered like a whisper in a dream.
He made the entire sword piece by piece.
No one knows every detail about this sword better than him.
But at this moment, he felt that everything was completely strange!
Is this the sword I made?
Fukai looked at the long sword in front of him that exuded some kind of breathtaking aura, and he thought with uncertainty.
Before this, Shen Hui had always heard some rumors about weapons.
Among them, the most down-to-earth one is probably the butcher’s butcher’s knife that “kills countless people”.
It is said that someone will spend money to buy the butcher's butcher's knife.
As for what they were used for in the end, no one knows.
Shenhui never felt that she would be oppressed by a dead thing.
If we say that it is like the Buddha in Foshan, it makes all living beings fall over with its majestic momentum.
Shen Hui can still understand.
But how could a sword, a sword made by him, make him tremble?
Shen Hui swallowed a sip of saliva. As a handcrafter, his hands must be extremely stable.
But at this moment, it is trembling...
Shenhui knew that she was afraid.
He is not a decisive warrior, or even a soldier with strict military discipline.
Faced with such unknown oppression, like the air becoming thinner, his fear is a phenomenon that normal humans should show.
But I don’t know why, Shen Hui took a step forward by mistake!
He wanted to get closer to the sword, and he wanted to see how it could achieve such magical performance.
This instinctive action almost made Shen Hui suffocate!
It was like the feeling before being called to the office by the class teacher without knowing it after doing something illegal.
Taking the first step always requires some rather heavy courage...
But some people start to feel lighter after the first step.
Even, I started to imagine how cool I would be at night after getting through this...
Shenhui doesn't think he is such a person.
However, when his breathing was delayed for a moment, he felt a little more relaxed.
Is there something wrong with me mentally?
Fukai began to follow a somewhat jerky script, gradually approaching the sword that had become unfamiliar.
It hasn't changed...
This was my first thought after observing Shen Hui closely.
But what exactly has changed?
Shenhui doesn't know.
But he was certain that something magical had happened to the sword.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stopped in place for a long time by a dead object like a lunatic.
Between denying their own mental state or affirming a fantasy answer, people are always more likely to choose the former.
After observing in front of the sword for a long time, Shen Hui felt that he had gained nothing.
Perhaps it was because the milk she drank before had been digested, and Shenhui felt that her body had gained more calories.
This made him bolder.
So she gritted her teeth and grabbed the sword directly.
Then, a huge, dull voice sounded in his ears:
"My name: Azakana!"
On the roof not far away, a certain orange cat wagged its tail leisurely...
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"Viewers, I seem to have been cheated..."
At the comic exhibition, a certain woman glanced at the camera and said.
An hour has passed since the time she agreed with Shen Hui.
In the bleak autumn wind, three Nero, one Cannon Sister and two Golden Shinings passed by her.
The "surprise" milk tea she prepared was now completely cold.
You bastard, you actually dove on me at this time!
A certain female up owner thought viciously in her heart.
But on the surface, he still showed a calm and tranquil atmosphere.
She caught a glimpse of the mobile phone used to play the barrage, and the barrage on it, such as "The up owner is pretending again" and "Liberate your true form!" made her have a few more veins on her forehead.
At this time, a highly restored Deadpool happened to pass by.
He looked at a certain female host standing there and thought for a moment.
Probably to prepare some work...
But under the murderous gaze of the other party, Deadpool was slightly stunned on the spot.
Then he smiled awkwardly at the camera and ran away quickly.
"It smells bad...", "As expected of you!"
Seeing this scene, the speed of the barrage began to soar at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As we all know, live streaming of accidents always attracts more onlookers.
Some bad qualities of human beings make them always full of unimaginable enthusiasm for watching the embarrassing things happening to others.
At this moment, a trotting, panting figure attracted everyone's attention.
"It's the home ground!", "There will be a successor to the title of ace pigeon!", "As we all know, being late does not count as a pigeon - even if it is an hour..."
The barrage started a new round of scrolling.
However, a certain female host finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Fortunately, the other party is here, otherwise it would be very difficult to end up later.
After all, they are considered acquaintances.
Even if it is a plastic friendship on the Internet, it must at least maintain harmony on the scene.
What's more, the profession they are currently engaged in requires them to consider this aspect more carefully.
After some false politeness and cryptic confrontation, Shenhui ended this contact with hidden murderous intent at the cost of promising a feast.
Then, a certain female up owner noticed the long sword in the opponent's hand.
"This is?"
She looked at the other person and asked.
"Azakana..."
Shen Hui's face twitched unnaturally, and then she said in a rather subtle tone...
Afterwards, he looked at the comic exhibition with various "devils and ghosts" around him.
A subtle sense of déjà vu suddenly appeared in my heart:
"There's always something taking advantage of the comic to reveal its true form..."
Once upon a time, he thought it was just a joke.
Now, he lives like the one in the joke...
Madan, can that Saitama over there be real?
Fukae glanced at Saitama who had an unusually high degree of restoration over there, and he felt that everything he saw now seemed real.
And in a place that others haven't noticed, there is some indescribable purple meaning inside Shen Hui's eyes...