I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Xin Meier held the sword and smiled:

"This matter is very important. Although we have destroyed the demon king, it is not over yet. The next life will be much longer than the journey..."

"Work..."

After hearing Xin Meier's proposal, the dwarf warrior Aize closed his eyes and thought.

The monk Haita heard the work plan and squinted his eyes and said, "I want a job where I can drink."

"You are a monk, right?" Xin Meier couldn't help complaining.

Caused a few people to laugh.

"Hahaha..."

"That's right." Fulilian also began to think about the future work plan.

Xin Meier sat in the carriage and turned to look at Fulilian.

His tone was gentle with sighs:

"Flilian, your future life will surely be so long that we can't imagine it."

The lifespan of elves is very long.

"Maybe." Fulilian knew it herself.

The screen moved up, and the title of the work was displayed in the center of the blue sky - The Burial of Furlian.

With less than a minute of animation playing.

The online audience.

When they saw that Jiang Chen's live broadcast room No. 37 was already playing an animation.

They were instantly shocked.

[Wow! No, this group of brave men have already eliminated the demon king? ! They are also starting to plan for future work? No, what kind of story is this? ]

[Fuck, the hero returns at the beginning? ]

[Good guy, the demon king said that he didn't even show his face, and he just died...]

[The beginning and the end, what's the point of watching it? Is this the power of contestants without a story outline? ]

"The texture of this animation is quite good."

The center of the stage.

The host Bening suppressed his surprise.

This animation that directly displays the finished product seems to be quite interesting...

"In just one minute, the personalities of the four characters are clearly expressed."

Backstage.

The director of the program group discovered the abnormality of the No. 37 live broadcast room as early as when the work started to be broadcast.

While others were still busy creating.

In the No. 37 creation room, the finished animation was already being broadcast to the audience.

The creation speed is very fast.

It is simply unheard of.

As the finished animation was shown.

Jiang Chen's live broadcast room is very eye-catching in the entire animation creation competition program!

It has become a landscape.

It has attracted the attention of many viewers.

In just one minute.

The number of viewers in Jiang Chen's personal live broadcast room has increased from less than 20,000 at the beginning to more than 40,000.

The upward trend has not decreased.

After discovering the fluctuation of the data increase, the director quickly directed the backstage to move the screen of Jiang Chen's live broadcast room to one side of the program's large screen.

In the live broadcast program.

On the judges' bench.

Seeing this one-minute animation.

Shen Yirou widened her eyes, and her puzzled eyes were filled with shock.

She looked at the big screen in disbelief.

"He... has already started playing the main animation?"

Shen Yirou saw the animation screen on the big screen, which had already started playing, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping.

She murmured in a low voice: "Hasn't he written the story outline yet... After designing the characters, he directly played the animation on the spot?"

This way of creation.

Whether in film creation or film and television drama creation, or even novel creation, it is unheard of!

Story King Zheng Yuanjie shook his head.

He had never seen this either.

Where can any writer or screenwriter start the production process directly after designing the characters? !

"Do you think it is possible that Jiang Chen has already thought about the development of the story and didn't have time to write the story outline..."

Yu Hua's conjecture attracted the attention of others.

Mo Yan suddenly felt that Yu Hua's conjecture was not impossible...

But.

This was an impromptu creation, and the keywords of the title were decided by them on the spot.

Is it a coincidence?

He nodded and speculated:

"Maybe Jiang Chen had a similar idea before participating in the program... Jiang Chen's progress is so rapid now, thanks to the creation helmet. The successful development of brain wave scanning technology can directly visualize the story in his mind and show it directly to the audience, otherwise..."

Before this, how could such a thing happen.

Mo Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's true technology that changes the world.

Story King Zheng Yuanjie stared at Jiang Chen wearing a creation helmet and closing his eyes in the picture. He couldn't help but admire: "It took less than a minute, and the background of the story was explained in a few words. The words were concise, and even the character's personality characteristics were fully expressed."This is not something that ordinary comic book makers can do.

But.

It is precisely because Jiang Chen's creation speed is so fast that he cannot directly judge.

The quality of this work.

Is it high or low.

Moreover, what makes him more concerned is the development of Jiang Chen's story-

The brave team successfully defeated the devil at the beginning and returned to celebrate.

This kind of story development angle.

Even the story king has never seen it.

"Could it be that he is preparing to flash back?" Writer Mo Yan stared at the big screen and guessed.

Shen Yirou was worried and murmured in a low voice: "Such a fast creation speed, can it really bring us a good anime story..."

On the side.

Writer Mo Yan shook his head.

Generally speaking, he has never seen it.

But.

As Jiang Chen's anime work began to play slowly.

Just seeing the picture and texture, he inexplicably felt that this work did not seem to be bad...

The center of the show stage.

On the big screen, Jiang Chen's anime works were still being broadcast live.

Cheerful music sounded.

It felt like a very festive holiday.

In the picture.

The camera passed through the thick city gate, and Xin Meier and his brave team slowly walked into the royal city.

The ribbons of fireworks in the sky kept falling, and the four people were bathed in them.

The streets and alleys were crowded with people, and there were many people standing in every window of the pointed tile attic!

These people cheered so much, all waving and celebrating for the brave team, who had defeated the demon king and returned victoriously.

Xin Meier stretched out his hand and greeted everyone.

In front of the brave team, a group of musicians led the way.

Four people behind them carried the prepared gifts on their shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, a group of knights on horseback wearing armor were escorting them!

Such a scene.

The whole royal city was in a sensation.

The picture changed.

The four members of the brave team have already stood in the white palace of the retro Roman royal city.

"Brave Xin Meier, Warrior Aize, Monk Haita, Magician Fulilian, you have worked hard to destroy the demon king." The king's voice was very solemn, and he named and thanked the four people one by one!

"In this way, the world will usher in an era of peace."

The king of the royal city personally met the four people and awarded them awards and congratulated them.

The scene changed.

Night fell.

Fireworks continued to rise and bloom in the sky above the royal city, which was very gorgeous.

In order to celebrate the brave team, put an end to the entire demon era and usher in the arrival of a peaceful era!

People all over the city took to the streets, drinking and dancing everywhere to celebrate.

The music played all night.

Fulilian came back with a bowl of fried desserts.

"I heard that His Majesty the King will build a statue of us in the square."

Xin Meier mentioned this and was very concerned about it. He waved his blue hair.

"However, I doubt whether the statue can perfectly restore the image of a handsome man like me."

But Fulilian thought of what happened not long ago when they set out, and complained:

"What a snob, when we set out, they only gave us ten copper coins."

He took a big bite of the dessert in his hand.

The monk Haita, who was across the table, raised a wooden cup, his face flushed with wine, indicating that he didn't care.

"Forget it, Fulilian, there is free wine anyway, isn't that enough?"

Flilian had a blank expression, as if she was used to it: "A monk who loves meat and drinks."

Seeing this scene.

The audience was in an uproar.

——"Oh my God! They really celebrated at the beginning. The hero destroyed the demon king, and the king awarded him after returning. Then... is it... a love story between the hero and the elf?"

——"Why do I feel something is wrong?"