Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

In Feng Jun's live broadcast room, Feng Jun still started the live broadcast happily as usual. As for his own account, it had already been prepared and he didn't need to pay attention to it anymore. He just had to wait patiently for the arrival of next week.

"Hehe, do you believe me when I say this was an accident?" Feng Jun looked at the information about the Monster Kindergarten in front of him with a depressed look on his face.

Pili Pioneer: Unlucky anchor, can you do this? You are almost a Doudi with these ten high-level treasure maps, but you only got flower beans. This time it’s even better, there are no flower beans? You just put them in the baby nest, this is too unlucky.

The sky is not the limit: Well, the unlucky anchor must have stepped on dog shit when he went out today. His luck is so bad that the boss has completely fainted in the toilet.

You will never understand me: I am a little doubtful whether I should log in to my account later. It is rare to get in line. After watching for two hours, the unlucky anchor has sent away twelve bosses, an average of one every ten minutes. Wow, this luck is unmatched.

The day does not understand the darkness of the night: Today's weather is very good, the evening breeze is very comfortable, but there are a lot of people on the rooftop. After asking, I found out that they were all sent up by the unlucky anchor.

The lady from the Kong family: The one upstairs is really good. But the unlucky anchor must have been cursed by the goddess of luck today, otherwise he wouldn't be so miserable and produce so many rubbish.

Mr. Qian’s hatred: This is the real Fantasy Westward Journey, Fantasy Westward Journey? No, no, no, this is called a money-sucking Westward Journey. The day before yesterday, I saw the unlucky anchor broadcast that level-free game, and I got excited and followed suit. In two days, I lost 60,000 yuan.

Barrages of comments emerged like mushrooms after a rain, quickly moving across the live broadcast room, and the words "unlucky host" were fully reflected here.

"Ahem, move it away, move it away, everyone on the rooftop, please make way, let this beautiful lady Ji Ni go up first. We would like to invite the next water friend. To be honest, I still didn't expect this water friend to appear. In fact, many people didn't expect this water friend to appear.

Come out, Prince Liulong. Bah, bah, it's not Prince Liulong who scans the code, we're logging in." Feng Jun yelled loudly.

When Feng Jun mentioned the name Six Dragon Prince, many viewers in the live broadcast room were shocked. No one expected that Six Dragon Prince would appear.

For many ancient Fantasy Westward Journey players, the name of the Six Dragon Prince is not unfamiliar. If there are any unique people in Fantasy Westward Journey, there are probably two names that will come to people's minds first.

The first one is Li Yongsheng, a guy who has been quietly hunting big turtles in the East China Sea for more than ten years.

The other is the Sixth Dragon Prince, a guy who has been quietly setting up a stall next to the Three Realms in Chang'an City for several years.

What is somewhat different from Li Yongsheng is that the Sixth Prince himself has some intellectual problems and is a poor man who has been ill since childhood.

He also lost his ability to express himself normally. Even basic knowledge was difficult for him. He had few friends, and fantasy became his only pleasure. The Sixth Dragon Prince was one of the top ten touching characters in Fantasy Westward Journey, but all of this disappeared completely with the collapse of Fantasy Westward Journey.

What Feng Jun did not expect was that Prince Liulong would actually appear in his live broadcast room.

Soon, the computer screen turned, and a simple account with the appearance of the Dragon Prince appeared at the top of the screen. He had no brocade clothes or dyed clothes, just an ordinary Dragon Prince. Even his level was just level 79. He was located next to the Three Realms, where he had been setting up a stall.

At the stage of level 79, there are almost no players, but the Sixth Dragon Prince has remained at this level.

Feng Jun also skillfully opened his backpack, and saw some sundries in it, such as a level 30 weapon that had been identified, a few flower beans, some junk 20 or 30 baby equipment, and a few wild-caught summoned beasts.

Glancing at everything in front of him, Feng Jun also remembered the former Sixth Dragon Prince, who always liked to sell some sundries and set the prices casually. Sometimes, a level 30 piece of junk equipment could be directly priced like this.

At the end of each day, not a single item on sale was sold.

While scanning the items in front of him, Feng Jun's thoughts were pulled back to the past. It seemed that there was such a guy on the server where Feng Jun was before, but that guy was different from the Six Dragon Prince.

That guy was a newbie, and he had priced a level 40 national standard weapon at hundreds of thousands. Out of curiosity, Feng Jun also asked.

As it turned out, that guy was only 13 or 14 years old, and he didn't know the price at all. He heard from others that the level 40 weapons were very good, so he sold them at a high price. Seeing that he was a newbie, Feng Jun had taught him for a while.

But it seemed like that guy never played the game again after that. As for why, Feng Jun didn’t know.

Soon, the microphone was connected, which was a bit beyond Feng Jun's imagination. Feng Jun did not ask Prince Liulong to connect to the microphone. After all, Feng Jun knew that Prince Liulong himself had some problems. In order to respect him and protect his privacy, Feng Jun did not take the initiative to let Prince Liulong connect to the microphone.

At the same time, Shen Lin'er had already taken out a tissue and was wiping her tears. In her chat column, there was a long paragraph.

"Everyone, I am... I am the mother of Prince Liulong." A voice with a hint of sadness came from the microphone.

When he heard this voice, Feng Jun was slightly startled and immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Auntie...good evening." Feng Jun forced himself to calm down and said softly.

"Good evening, unlucky anchor. Before my son passed away... after watching your live broadcast, I always liked to call you like this, especially in the past few days when it was the most... difficult time. Every night I would... hold my phone and watch your... live broadcast." The middle-aged woman's voice was a little intermittent, but everyone could clearly hear what it said.

"Before he died? Is that possible?" Feng Jun was horrified.

"Well, he had an operation five days ago, and due to complications, he eventually passed away. This time I came to your live studio to fulfill a wish of my son. My son always watched your live broadcast during his last days.

And he always hopes that you can log in to his account and help him identify a gun that he can carry. He always says that the gun has the best-looking shape.

In addition, I also want to tell everyone this news, the news of my son's departure, so that everyone doesn't have to go to his stall every day to buy things. "The middle-aged woman calmed down and said softly.