Live broadcast I am an actor in an upgrade streaming game

[Is this a show, or a show, or a show, or a show? 】

【Let's not talk about this, if I read correctly, Tan Hua just crippled his own internal strength, right? 】

【Brilliant! 】

[I don't know if it's good or not, but it's really ruthless! 】

[There are so many NPCs, I won't accept anyone, but you! 】

A quarter of an hour passed...

Two quarters of an hour passed...

Three quarters of an hour passed...

Not to mention the people from the Ice and Snow Holy Gate, everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back.What's the situation?

Elder Wushuang couldn't help but took a step forward, and was held down by the wrist by the head of Wuxia.

Feng Ming glanced at Wuxia's old turtle, sneered, and walked forward.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he could clearly see Yan Ge's demonic energy and self-abusement of internal energy just now.Thinking of Lan Xiaoyu's letter, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

[By the way, I just suddenly remembered——]

[Is Tan Hua's big face still not healed? ! ! ! 】

[The sun was too big just now, so I couldn't see it clearly. 】

[I remember when we were in the underground palace, when the two of them returned to reality from their memory, they seemed to be okay? 】

"Zheng——" the sound of the sword sounded, and the sword light soared into the sky, forcing Feng Ming, who was already close, to retreat one meter.

In the light of the sword, Wushuang, a swordsman in black, stood up slowly and let go of the pale Yan Ge in his arms.Yan Ge raised his head, revealing that face with criss-cross scars.

【Is your face okay? 】

[The face is not good! 】

Swordsman Wushuang slowly restrained his momentum, his eyes only stayed at "Level: 90" for a second, and then he focused on Yan Ge's face full of scars and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Ge noticed his gaze and touched his face.The uneven feel of his hands made him raise his eyebrows, sure enough.As early as when he brought out his magic power, he had guessed it, an irreversible change.

He turned his eyes to the air aside, and called up the attribute panel. As expected, the levels of the knights and actors on it became 0.

His "stunned" appearance made Swordsman Wushuang purse his lips.

The back of his hand was covered with ice, Yan Ge raised his eyes.

Swordsman Wushuang gently pushed away Yan Ge's hand on his face, held it, and put this hand on his chest.She reached out her hand again, pressed her thumb against his lips, and wiped off the blood on his lips bit by bit.

The two stood facing each other, one in black and the other in white, one stroked the corner of the other's lips, and the other's hand was on that person's chest.The fiery breath hit the back of the hand, and the intense heartbeat came from the hand, the breath intertwined, and the eyes met.

"I like you." Swordsman Wushuang's voice sounded.Whether ugly or beautiful, whether dead or alive.I like you, only you.

Yan Ge hooked his lips, pressed the palm on his chest, slowly slid down, slid across his chest, slid across his lower abdomen, and continued down...

Swordsman Wushuang suddenly withdrew his hand from the corner of his lips, and pressed Yan Ge's restless hand.

Yan Ge held his hand instead, crossed his fingers, stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "I 'like' you too."

Swordsman Wushuang's ear tips were red for a flash, and then returned to normal.

Yan Ge laughed out loud, he knew that Swordsman Wushuang had misunderstood, but he didn't mean to explain.These words, he is cute and listens closely.Let's call it fun.

The sword light slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of the two.

The head of the sect Wuxia looked at the swordsman Wushuang who slowly emerged from the sword light, his eyes gleamed, and he knelt down, "Welcome to the Holy Son."

Wugou also knelt down, "Welcome to the Holy Son." The Ice and Snow Holy Sect has always had few holy sons, and only Luo Qiming was able to enjoy the ceremony of kneeling in the sect before, but now there is one more person.If there is anything in common between the two, it is that they both came out of the purification pool safely.

Wushuang took a deep breath, he didn't want to think about it so much.There must be a reason for the head to do so.He brought everyone from the Ice and Snow Sect to kneel down, "Welcome to the Holy Son."

On this land of ice and snow, all fell to their knees.

There were only three people still standing - Swordsman Wushuang, Yan Ge, and Feng Ming.

The people from the Ice and Snow Sect knelt down before the light of the sword disappeared, so they didn't see the situation of the two of them very clearly, or they only cared about the swordsman Wushuang, and they were satisfied with seeing him clearly.

But Fengming is different.

Feng Ming looked at Yan Ge behind Swordsman Wushuang.His appearance was completely ruined, and his skills were all lost.There was a wave of turmoil in his eyes and he was forcibly suppressed, and then a look of disgust appeared on his face, "Tsk, it's so ugly."

He seemed to think that this sentence was a bit too much, so he added, "It's so miserable."

Yan Ge: ...

[Old iron, that's too much. 】

[Puff ha ha ha ha ha, forgive me, I laughed out loud. 】

"Now, the Holy Son is at ease?" It's time to go back to Fenglou, right?Although what he said, all three of them understood.Feng Xiang stepped forward again, trying to pull Yan Ge away from Swordsman Wushuang.

Swordsman Wushuang swung his sword across and stopped him.

Feng Ming narrowed his eyes, "Why, do you want to make a move?"

A sword light flashed across, Feng Ming was sent flying.

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[Your father is your father, if he says to hit you, he will hit you. 】

[Hanhan are you satisfied?Do you want to come again?Ha ha ha ha】

Although he was not seriously injured, Feng Ming's face was still dark when he got up.

Yan Ge laughed out loud.

At this moment, Wuxia got up, and his gaze flicked across Yan Ge's face lightly, calmly, as if he was no different from seeing ordinary people.He bent down again, "Please ask the Holy Son to come back."

"After returning to the door?" Swordsman Wushuang clenched Yan Ge's hand, and unconsciously rubbed his index finger on the smooth back of his hand a few times.

Wuxia straightened her waist and looked at Swordsman Wushuang calmly, "You can stay or go as you like."

"En." Swordsman Wushuang pulled Yan Ge forward, "I will return to Beijing with Tan Hua in three days." Naturally, he said this to Feng Ming.

Wuxia didn't speak, and walked in behind Swordsman Wushuang.

It was only when the last person from the Ice and Snow Sect was about to disappear in front of his eyes that Feng Ming followed.

"Bang!" He touched an invisible barrier on his forehead, and this barrier blocked him alone.Feng Ming's eyes sank.

"Flicking" a carrier pigeon landed on his shoulder.

Since entering the Holy Gate of Ice and Snow, the people behind all dispersed one after another, leaving only the leader Wuxia to lead the way.Yan Ge and Swordsman Wushuang walked behind him side by side.

In front of you is a group of white palaces suspended in the air.The palaces are connected by ladders, and below the palaces is the surging sea of ​​clouds.The Holy Gate of Ice and Snow is worthy of the word "holy".

[Is this what the legendary fairyland looks like? 】

[I've decided, I'm going to worship the Holy Gate of Ice and Snow in the future! 】

[Little kid, let's study hard! 】

[Did these things really exist in our history? 】

[Hahahaha, is the one in front stupid?This is a game!The games are all fake, designed by game planners.Stop dreaming. 】

Yan Ge followed Wuxia to pass through the palaces, and he found that each palace was a small palace group, with countless small halls inside, and countless disciples dressed in white walking through them.

Is this the essence of the sect?Yan Ge frowned.Then why do you stay behind closed doors, you can't even choose a holy son.With so many people, is there really no talent?Besides, is this just a declining "Holy Gate of Ice and Snow", or is the decline of the Holy Gate of Ice and Snow just a faux pas?

Thoughts are inextricably entangled in my mind, in fact, there are only three questions at the bottom of it, [-]. Is the Ice and Snow Sacred Gate hiding, or is it really in decline?If it is the latter, everything you see in front of you is the background of ordinary sects, then those sects and even this world are a bit scary; the former leads to the second question, why hide?

As for the third question, it is the Son.So far, he has not met an NPC Son other than him.The little guy who was brought back by the vagabond before, he asked the vagabond.After she was taken away by the farmer, there was no news of her.Let her be excluded for the time being.This vaguely fits with one of his previous guesses - the Holy Son can only be chosen from the players.

When he was stationed at Fenglou in Luoyang, he learned some facts from classics and guessed some from Fengming.However, more are gone.Even if Swordsman Wushuang didn't say anything, he would ask Swordsman Wushuang to take him into the Holy Gate of Ice and Snow.With Swordsman Wushuang's almost capped strength now, he will definitely learn more truths!

Wuxia took the two of them to the smallest hanging palace. This palace was pitifully small. From a distance, there were only two or three huts, a living room, and a yard.

However, after climbing up, Yan Ge found that there was a steady stream of internal force pouring into his body from all around, nourishing his meridians that were shriveled due to self-abuse of internal force.

At the same time, looking from here, there is no building taller than this.The most inconspicuous building is actually taller than other large palace complexes.

"This is the palace where the successive Holy Sons lived. You can name it freely." Wuxia paused at the entrance of the palace, glanced over the plaque without engraving, and stepped in.

Go straight across the yard, push open the door on the right, and a square room is revealed.There is only a white jade bed, a white jade pillow, a suit of clothes folded squarely, a white jade desk, and a white jade round stool in the room.

"This is the room where the successive Sons lived."

[Pure heart and few desires are forced! 】

[No, doesn't Luo Qiming have a lover?Pretending to be an ascetic saint? 】

"Squeak—" Yan Ge pushed open the door on the left, revealing a very luxurious attire.The stark contrast between the two sides makes people wonder if the people living here are smart.

【…】

"This is the room used by the Holy Son to 'receive guests'." Wuxia said indifferently.

As for what kind of guests are being entertained, do you have to guess?Yan Ge looked at the bed that was painted with ivory powder, this room probably cost most of Luo Qiming's fortune.

"Holy Son, please freshen up and go to the Holy Land later." After Wu Xia finished this sentence, he turned into a sword light and left.

Only Yan Ge and Swordsman Wushuang were left in the courtyard.

Yan Ge was still looking at the decorations in the "hospitality" room one by one, and every time he recognized one, he was filled with joy, and he rarely experienced the joy of the past.

Swordsman Wushuang waited for a long time, but Yan Ge didn't pay him any attention.

"Look at me."

Um?Yan Ge pursed his lips and turned his head to stare at him.

In Yan Ge's eyes, Swordsman Wushuang blushed little by little from ears to neck, from neck to face.Her lips moved, wanting Yan Ge not to look at it, and then remembered what she said just now.

"Squeak—" The door was shaken by the wind.

"Bang—" Swordsman Wushuang rushed into the room and closed the door.

Yan Ge hugged his belly and laughed out loud in the courtyard.

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

【The swordsman is shy】

[I've done everything I need to do, why is the swordsman still so shy? 】

In the room, listening to Yan Ge's laughter outside the door, Swordsman Wushuang also had a smile on his face.

He walked to the bed and picked up the neatly folded clothes beside the bed.

"Drip, Inspire Hidden has received the task: Split the jade pillow and take out the diary." The cold system prompt sounded in my ears.

Swordsman Wushuang paused, hidden mission?Accepted?Quickly changing his clothes, he looked at the jade pillow.The emerald green jade color of the jade pillow is integrated, and there is no way to see what is inside, let alone how deep the diary is in the jade pillow.

He put his right hand on the jade pillow and stroked it back and forth over and over again.With his stroking, the jade pillow became shorter and shorter, and powder kept falling.

About two-thirds of the way, Swordsman Wushuang's hand touched the slightly rough book cover.Take out the diary, open it, and there is such a sentence at the beginning, "The difficulty of traveling is really a game that is very close to reality."

is very real.Swordsman Wushuang thought of Yan Ge, the coldness on his face eased, and he continued to look down.

"That's why I also gave myself a real name—Luo Qiming. The first morning star to rise in the dark night is me! I shoulder the mission of saving mankind, and I am destined to be a saint of this era!"

Swordsman Wushuang nodded.Luo Qiming, the most famous scientist who survived the Blue Star cataclysm ten thousand years ago, many of the current research systems were created by him, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a saint.

"I have been squatting on the daily path of the head of the Ice and Snow Sect for half a year. When other players' levels soared, I was still level 0. But everything is worth it. Today, I was accepted as a closed disciple by the head of the Ice and Snow Sect . to trust the science."

"I fell in love with an NPC, this game is so real. I checked my body, there is no Gu worm, no medicine, judging from the level of my adrenaline soaring when I saw him, I I really fell in love with him. For this reason, I also deliberately designed an experiment, which proved: I am willing to die for him."

Swordsman Wushuang tightened his hand holding the diary, Yan Ge...

"I didn't die, but I was infected with the devil's energy. According to scientific estimates, the probability of my getting rid of the devil's energy is 0.0000001%. 0.00000000000001%. I abolished my inner strength without hesitation."

"With no internal strength, the probability of me being murdered inside the sect is 0.1%, and the probability of being killed outside the sect is 100%. After I bid farewell to him, I returned to the Holy Gate of Ice and Snow."

"Meet again, he is about to be thrown into the purification pool. The chance of rescuing him is 0.0000001%, but I want to save him."

"I came out alive, he died, but he didn't die. I can revive him! His stats are still there. After I get out of the game, I will find the game planning company and call up this data. It will definitely work! "

"I became the Holy Son, and the head took me to a place."

This is the last piece of paper in the diary, and only this line is written on this paper.

The holy land that the leader just mentioned?Swordsman Wushuang frowned, and was about to close the diary, but suddenly found that in addition to this line of words on the last page, there were faint handwriting protruding from the back.It wasn't obvious when the diary was placed flat, but when the diary was placed upright, a trace appeared.

He turned over the last page and saw densely packed words written on the back. Carefully discerning, those words were all repeated sentences, "This is a real world!"