Live broadcast I am an actor in an upgrade streaming game

Countless tyrannical auras rose into the air the moment they entered.Facing this looming threat, the sword in the hands of the swordsman is ready and ready to be unsheathed at any time.

"Swordsman?" A voice broke the stalemate, and the vagabond waved to the two on the ground.The surrounding momentum quickly retracted, and the world returned to calm.

Yan Ge looked around and saw bamboo houses sitting on the ground one by one, from which the aura just erupted.The bamboo room is so small that it can only accommodate one person sitting quietly.It looks like a prison cell.The strong man in the cell is not imprisoned by others, but himself.

[Many masters. 】

[Many bamboo houses. 】

【so small. 】

"Tanhua! Come down!" The vagabond below was still waving vigorously.The huge holy land was completely silent, making the voice of the prodigal son very clear.

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" 】

Yan Ge walked down, and at his feet, white epiphyllum bloomed.This is the Dao Yun that just broke through is still around, causing the vision of heaven and earth.

Swordsman Wushuang followed closely behind, and thousands of sword lights under his feet formed a blooming epiphyllum, which complemented the epiphyllum under Tanhua's feet.Yan Ge is the abnormal image spontaneously caused by the remnant of Dao Yun, and he induced the rules of heaven and earth to forcibly create the abnormal image.

The vagabond covered his eyes, and sure enough, Swordsman Wushuang was still as sullen as ever.

"Not yet level 90." Swordsman Wushuang glanced across the wandering son.

"Xiao Sang broke through level 90?" Yan Ge looked at him with a smile.

The vagabond took off his hand and rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, you guessed it right. You are not as wicked as you, who open wounds as soon as you meet."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, "It's running out of time, you each choose a bamboo house to live in." It's not that he didn't want to catch up with an acquaintance after so long, but it's really too late.He waited for Swordsman Wushuang for a long time, and he didn't expect him to come until now.

"How much longer?" Yan Ge asked.

"Seven days." The vagabond was silent for a moment, then sighed.When he came in from Swordsman Wushuang, he knew that he was already close to level 99, and only one step away from level 100.But it was this step that many people who stayed in the holy land for a month failed to take it.

"Wushuang——" Yan Ge looked sideways, meeting the eyes of swordsman Wushuang.The air on the left seemed to be sucked out by something, and the air pressure was extremely low. Pushed by the high air pressure on the right, he involuntarily "jumped" towards Swordsman Wushuang.

Yan Ge hugged Swordsman Wushuang's waist, licked his earlobe, and saw his "little dessert" turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vagabond covered his face again with great wit, and lay back, pretending to be a dead person.

Swordsman Wushuang's eyes sank slightly, he turned his head to find Yan Ge's lips, and kissed them like a storm.Yan Ge rolled his eyes for a moment, pressed Swordsman Wushuang's head, and swept his mouth with the tip of his tongue, forcing him to dance with him.A small green mimosa is printed on each of the two intertwined reddish tongues.

At the moment when he couldn't help himself, Yan Ge pushed Swordsman Wushuang away, wiped his bright red lips, and smiled.He watched Swordsman Wushuang with trust and tenderness.The holy light fell on the bottom of his eyes and shone on Swordsman Wushuang, "I'll wait for you."

Swordsman Wushuang looked at Yan Ge and suddenly smiled.His smile cannot be described as "beautiful". If he had to describe this feeling, it would be - "at the moment when the sun rose, I saw the white jade palace shining in the sun".

"it is good."

A bamboo house was opened, swordsman Wushuang's figure flashed, and he was no longer in the same place, and the door that was just opened was also closed.Snow began to fall from the sky, covering the bamboo house thickly.

[The moment the two looked at each other and smiled, I took a screenshot!Hahahahahaha]

[Damn it, hand speed party! 】

[Ah, I want, I want! 】

[Others don't think about it, the saint must belong to my swordsman! 】

Yan Ge looked at the bamboo house, the smile on his face faded a little bit.Sorry, he sighed inwardly.

[Tan Hua's big expression, something is wrong! 】

He looked at the vagabond who didn't know when to put his hand down. "Have you been here for a month?"

"Yeah, I'm almost choking—" the vagabond suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and looked at Tan Hua, "How do you know?"

"I've been paying attention to Xiao Sang." Yan Ge smiled, and before the vagabond thought about it, he continued, "I want to see Xiao Sang."

Little Sang?The vagabond looked at Yan Ge suspiciously.

……

Yan Ge followed the vagabond and walked through the bamboo huts. Behind the green bamboo huts, there were yellow bamboo huts.

"The holy land uses special bamboo, which will not change color for tens of thousands of years." The vagabond explained to Yan Ge while walking, "The only thing that can turn the bamboo house into yellow is the owner inside." Speaking of this, he suddenly After a while, he pretended to be innocent and continued, "When the master dies, the bamboo house will turn yellow. This can be regarded as a special kind of sacrifice. These are the ones who came in and died because they were eager to break through. , the last batch of dead people were moved to other places. The houses there are all yellow."

[Suddenly a little sad. 】

【Sad plus 1】

[Although, this is just a game, they are not really dead, don't be sad! 】

Yan Ge glanced across the yellow bamboo houses.

"The players who died in the holy land will die in the wasteland at the same time." The vagabond sneered, not knowing who he was laughing at.He never thought that there would be a live broadcast in the Holy Land, so he didn't expect this sentence to be heard clearly by the fans in the live broadcast room.

【what! 】

[Isn't this a game? 】

[Damn, is this trying to trick us into dying? 】

【complaint!I want to complain to the game company! 】

[Fuck!My dad is in the Holy Land, and he hasn't come out of the virtual game cabin for a long time.I gonna go see! 】

[Hurry up! 】

【How's it going? 】

【Are you okay? 】

[Dead, dead. 】

[This is murder!This is conspiracy.Is this game developed by aliens to destroy us? 】

Yan Ge's eyes drifted to a point in the void, and he smiled, "It's their voluntary, they are willing to sacrifice themselves to gain the one-ten-thousandth possibility."

From the perspective of everyone in the live broadcast room, Yan Ge was looking directly at them.

【Is Tan Hua looking at us! 】

[Is he trying to say something to us! 】

【voluntary?How can it be!Who would voluntarily die ah ah ah]

"Is it worth it?" The vagabond stopped in front of a bamboo house, "Here we are."

Yan Ge didn't answer him, if he really didn't think it was worth it, why did he do it?The answer is already in his heart, but he is habitually heartbroken for the price he paid.

"Wushuang will break through the saints and bring you back to your homeland. The Chaos Orb will also feed back the aura of the wasteland and restore your homeland to its original appearance." Yan Ge said, his eyes never wavered.

The vagabond looked at Yan Ge's eyes, the loss and pain were all washed away by fighting spirit, "I believe him too!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room looked at Yan Ge's eyes, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

【What are they talking about?What are they talking about! 】

[Wasteland will return to its original appearance, really? 】

[Is it really possible? 】

[This is not a plan of aliens to destroy human beings, but a plan of human self-help?Can a game decide the life and death of human beings? 】

[Ask the academician!Go ask the general!They must know something! 】

Yan Ge chuckled, looked away, and walked towards Xiao Sang's bamboo house.The moment he walked into the bamboo house, the studio was dark.

[Tan Hua is big? 】

[Is this because the secret was revealed? 】

[Be calm in front, some special places in the game are blocking the live broadcast room, I have encountered many times in the bookworm's live broadcast room. 】

[I don't want to go to work anymore, I just want to watch the live broadcast room. 】

Wasteland Institute.

Everyone really stopped their work and watched Yan Ge's live broadcast room.

"PhD?"

"How many masters above level 90 do we have now?"

"100 people."

"100 people." The doctor stared at the black live broadcast room, "This is the closest we get, and we must succeed."

An hour later.

Yan Ge came out of the bamboo house.

"I just took a look for you, the room next to Swordsman Wushuang is empty, you can—" The Wanderer greeted him.

"No need." Yan Ge interrupted him with a smile, "I'll accompany you."

ah?Accompany him?The vagabond felt a chill all over his body, could it be that Tan Hua wants Hong Xing to have sex?How handsome is he?The vagabond subconsciously touched his face.

"Smelly master, what are you thinking!" Xiao Sang kicked his ass hard.

The vagabond rolled his eyes, "Xiao Sang, you are a girl, so be reserved!"

"You have to be reserved—"

"I'm not—" The vagabond suddenly woke up halfway through the fight, "Xiao Sang, why did you come out?"

"Wouldn't it be better for me to accompany you more?"

"Who wants you to accompany me?"

"Master Smelly, you don't even miss me, maybe you will never see Xiao Sang again." Xiao Sang's tears fell as soon as he said that.

"Ancestor, don't cry." The vagabond pressed his head.

Xiao Sang quietly compared to Yan Ge with her hands behind her back.

Yan Ge watched them fight with a light smile.

[? ? ?Who is Xiao Sang? 】

[An NPC?I thought only Tan Hua was special]

【This special NPC was created by Tanhua...】

[What's the situation, why did Xiao Sang come out? 】

【Tan Hua goes in, Xiao Sang comes out, it's a bit subtle】

graduate School.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

The doctor laughed and didn't answer his words, the whole person relaxed. "We've done everything we can."

Everyone trembled.

"It's just like a gimmick when we selected an NPC for live broadcast at the beginning. Who would have thought that he could grow to where he is today? Maybe God himself will lead his fate to where he should go. This is not a game, we also Not the God of this game. We, we can only wait, die or be reborn. At least this time, we can see it with our own eyes."

The crowd fell silent.

Yan Ge looked back at the unusual bamboo house covered in ice, and smiled.

"I'll take you away."