Video Bloggers in Meiman

The self-confidence shown by Thanos, the wounds on the partners, and the battleships in the sky.

He closed his eyes, and clearly felt the cold, soft touch on the palm of his hand.

Angela was trembling slightly.

She is afraid.

The strength of the enemy is beyond imagination.

Zhang Ming firmly held her hand, passing on a trace of warmth.

"I'm fine. You've always left me at the back, protecting me, and not wanting me to face the enemy." Angela held Zhang Ming's hand with her backhand, interlocking her fingers.

"But what I want to do most is to go to the battlefield with you and heal your wounds. In this way, when we win, we can cheer together, and even if we fail, we can die together on the battlefield."

She looked at Zhang Ming's profile.

"That's what makes me happiest."

"I won't let you die."

Zhang Ming said silently in his heart, he entered the consciousness space, and said after a long absence:

"Open the personal interface of the station."

This was the first time he opened his personal interface after he set off to assassinate Thanos.

After talking with Lao Zhang, before leaving, he said that he wanted Zhang Ming to trust his fans, thinking that Zhang Ming's "personality" collapsed under the fanning of the Star Dream Media Company...

I hope that after opening, it will not be full of scolding from black fans.

As soon as Zhang Ming opened it, he heard a clear "ding" and a private message appeared. Before he could click on it, countless "ding! ding! ding..." completely overwhelmed him.

"What happened, if it's black fans, there are too many."

Zhang Ming casually opened a private message with a familiar ID:

"Honest man Dahei: Xiao Ming, come on, don't be influenced by unscrupulous media companies, we all support you."

Honest man big black...

Zhang Ming remembered that this was a well-known blogger with close to 60 fans. His video style was interesting and satirical. Zhang Ming followed him very early.

"what's going on?"

He started editing, first paused the time, and clicked on a few private messages casually.

"TEXTV: Those who clean up clean themselves, don't be discouraged."

"Loading Ape: I support you, what dream star, who can't afford it, dare to bully our UP master!"

"Brother Zhongxiang: Come on, I have a chance to treat you to seafood."

Zhang Ming was completely stunned. These were all big bloggers with millions of fans. He had only followed each other before and had never had any contact with them.

The private messages that popped up later were all like this, each with a familiar or unfamiliar ID, sending blessings and support to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming opened Murong Tiezhu's chat interface. This guy sent him more than forty messages these days. Zhang Ming replied him with a "?", and sent him a screenshot of the private message interface.

"Zhang Ming: What's the situation?"

"Murong Tiezhu: Damn it, brother, you finally showed up! I was scared to death just now. Your profile picture was grayed out for a few seconds. I thought you really couldn't take it anymore. You went to fight Thanos, but you died."

"Zhang Ming: ...It's almost the same as what you said. I did die for a while and was just resurrected. So, what's going on here?"

"Murong Tiezhu: Do you want me to say it in a simple way, or in a more complicated way?"

"Zhang Ming: Keep it simple."

"Murong Tiezhu: To put it simply...you're popular, and now all the stations are talking about you."

"Zhang Ming: ...you should make it a little more complicated."

Chapter 460 Nine Million Fans Reached

After Murong Tiezhu's detailed explanation, Zhang Ming finally understood what happened.

Everything started when he decided to leave the earth, go to the universe, and secretly assassinate Thanos.

During that time, Zhang Ming was troubled by Star Dream Media Company, and kept losing fans, and the amount of coins and barrage acquisitions shrank significantly.

For video bloggers on Earth, losing fans is mostly a reduction in income, but for hosts living in a different world who need to gain power through fans and coins to fight against enemies, this is tantamount to slow murder.

In this world, the person who is most familiar with Zhang Ming is not Angela, nor Tony, or Steve, but the small TV that has always been in the space of consciousness.

It discovered something wrong with Zhang Ming a long time ago.

Zhang Ming looked carefree, as if nothing could affect his mood, but Xiao TV knew that this guy...

In fact, a group of sensitive hearts.

Smiling on the surface, crying under the quilt behind his back, he was talking about people like Zhang Ming.

"I didn't cry, I was just a little upset. Why do some people, who obviously haven't understood the cause and effect, be able to show malice to a stranger under the guidance of other people's words?"

Zhang Ming tried his best to defend in the comment area, and also posted a video separately to explain the problems raised by black fans. However, it was useless at all. People only want to believe what they want to believe.

Later, Zhang Ming didn't want to say anything.