His Majesty the Demon King of Justice

It's like aviation oil can't start the motor, and if the conditions are not up to the level of a magician, naturally, the hell flower scepter can't be used. Therefore, Wang Lin never expected that... he, the owner of the authentic hell flower scepter, could not use something, but someone else could use it.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that Dilias secretly gave contracts to other people behind our backs?" Wang Lin bit his nails enviously, "No, if it's the contractor, my subspace barrier will be harmful to him." It’s invalid...it’s not like this, no matter how much Qing Zi tried, this policeman only touched the third-generation illusion rune before he became a magician? Where did he go to get in touch with the rules of magic—uh!”

Wang Lin finally remembered... When the policeman came across the third-generation illusion rune, his left hand was still useless because he had touched Xie Sanyuan, and the magic energy dyed on his arm hadn't dissipated yet.

"Snake spirit disease! Is there any reason! Can a magician come out of such a blunder?!" A certain magic apprentice raised his head to the sky and shouted.

same moment...

When Cao Jiu, the host of the TV station in City Y, came home, the first thing he did was to check whether the fast food box placed by the door of the shared roommate had been updated... This is not because she has any special hobbies, but because she shared the urban area with her. The roommate in the suite is a special otaku, the kind who can stay at home for a week, Cao Jiu is really afraid that when this guy hangs in the room, she doesn't know, and she doesn't know anything, and she is in the same room with a dead body Under the eaves... that would be too cold.

The special house does not mean that you can eat wind and drink "dew", as long as you are alive, you have to eat every day. Today, the lunch box left by the housemate's roommate is also new. Seeing this, Cao Jiu felt relieved and turned back to his room.

Cao Jiu is also an otaku himself, and he is a bit skilled... He is especially good at drawing. The first thing he did when he got home from work these days was to quickly draw that ancient costume fairy Jing Nanjun while his memory was still fresh— ——She herself knows that the opportunity to get in close contact with this kind of god is probably never the second time in her life. Although she can't use interviews with gods as a gimmick to hype and sell autobiography, there is no limit. It doesn't hurt to come out for self-gratification.

While humming a song and drawing, a friend in q|q sent a forced shake, and a URL was directly thrown out in the chat window, and the large red "red" words almost blinded people's eyes: "Hurry up!!"

Cao Jiu was speechless for a while, trembling. This person is her college friend and best friend Wu Lili, a professional makeup artist who often works in major film and television studios. Wu Lili shared with her many gossips in the circle that Cao Jiu knew. of.

What kind of first-, second- and third-tier stars made big news?When Cao Jiu used the mouse to click on the link, she lacked interest. In the past, she was looking forward to Wu Lili going to gossip with her. That's right. After all, the work of the local TV station is actually very boring——

After clicking on the link, it turned out to be a popular live broadcast platform. Cao Jiu didn’t want to watch it after seeing the loading screen for a while. She was not interested in the tricks these private anchors did to gain a position...Move the mouse to the Just as I was about to click on the red cross, the screen of the live broadcast room came out.

"...Huh?" Cao Jiu suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes, so she blinked twice and looked again——

The background of the screen in the live broadcast room should be the living room of an ordinary family. It is not surprising to say that it is not surprising to play self-broadcast at home... But if the protagonist of this live broadcast is actually an impeccable-looking person with a unique "force" style of white hair 』Long-haired super handsome guy, this handsome guy is not playing the usual chattering and singing, but eating and broadcasting... This is a bit surprising.

At this time, Wu Lili's chat window flashed up again, and one could guess how excited this buddy was just by looking at the text: "Look, Lao Cao! The short-lived super handsome man I mentioned to you last time! I have been looking for it for so long I didn’t find it, but it’s here!”

Cao Jiu was dumbfounded. She wasn't interested in handsome guys in three dimensions. She preferred handsome guys in three dimensions, but... this handsome white-haired guy seemed to have broken through the wall of dimensions, and hit Cao Jiu in an instant. My little heart, when I reply to the message, I can't bear to input the box to block the screen: "My mother is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! She moves more handsomely than the picture you sent me last time!"

"That's right, my vision can't be wrong hahaha!" Wu Lili was very proud.

"Why is such a handsome person playing this kind of low-grade live broadcast? Didn't he enter the showbiz?" Cao Jiu couldn't help asking. Huaxia Kingdom doesn't have an assembly line star-making factory. They all have the opportunity to get mixed up in the small screen (on variety shows or something), but most of them are not comparable to real stars.

Wu Lili got angry when she said this: "I'm holding back, not only me, but my assistant director, Sister Wang, has been looking for this person for a long time. I thought it was a small company that was selling rare goods, but I didn't expect this person to be there at all. Not an insider—from yesterday to now, Sister Wang, Sister Wang, and Sister Wang’s deputy have sent dozens of work emails to the up host of this live broadcast room, but none of them have been answered!"

"You don't want to be a star?" Cao Jiu was surprised, and stared at the people in the live broadcast room, drooling for a while, "It's not like, the goal of playing live broadcast should be to enter the circle, right?"

"I don't know. This person doesn't reply to work emails anyway. He has a bad temper. He doesn't read bullet screens and doesn't communicate with the audience. I want to suggest that Sister Wang hire a hacker to find this person." Wu Lili replied, "You don't know yet. Yesterday someone reported that this room was a video recording instead of a real-time live broadcast. The platform administrators all came out and asked this person to say hello to the audience. Guess what, this person said angrily: Do you like it? Look at me, then watch quietly! If ordinary anchors dared to play like this, the audience would have run away long ago, but this person is so good-looking that no one is willing to leave. Today's live broadcast started and the audience flocked several times... ... You say you are angry or not."

Cao Jiu imagined the scene and wanted to laugh, but indeed, although the anchor in the live broadcast room did not look at the camera at all, ignored the audience, and only knew how to eat, but even Cao Jiu himself was a little reluctant to look away; even Seeing him eating so happily and happily, I can't help but hope that I can do something to make him eat more of his favorite things... Ouch, why did my hand click on the gift!How did you click on the recharge!Oh my god, I actually gave an anchor who plays bad food and broadcasting!

"Take control and don't swipe too aggressively, Lao Cao, I couldn't help but swipe out the money for lipstick yesterday." Wu Lili sent another message faintly, "Damn it, I'm so bored with such a boring picture of eating. I can't help but look at it for almost two hours, the time seems to have been stolen, I still can't control it, and I still don't want to part with it when it's over..."

Cao Jiu was distressed: "It's late, Lao Wu, I gave away all the red envelopes given by the leader, oh my god, it's poisonous, I even want to bring my own ingredients to cook for this anchor..."

"Understood, there's no way this person's food looks too delicious. I just ate dinner and now I'm getting more and more hungry, but I can't bear to go away to get something to eat. Don't talk about it, I'll order a takeaway first!"

"I have to order one too!" Cao Jiu threw away the hand-painted tablet at some point, stared at the screen and reached out to touch the phone on the bed...

Cao Jiu was dragged into the pit of the appearance of a certain demon king. Across the wall, her roommate, a senior nerd, was also playing the screen of the live broadcast on the computer.

The male roommate who shared the rent with the hostess of the TV station is named Zhu Yuan. He is a senior hacker who lives in the world of 0 and 1. He loves to play games with high IQ and low EQ. The "color" fantasy, on the contrary, is very satisfied that the other party is often busy with work and does not go home, and no one disturbs him...

The barrage of "licking", "licking" and "licking" in the live broadcast room and the non-stop gift swiping screen were blocked by Zhu Yuan. At this moment, the live broadcast screen was displayed on one side of the two side-by-side monitors, and the other side was Various data are analyzed by software.

"The parameters, signal source, and source code... are all fine, and it's not a video." Hu Yuan showed a very puzzled expression after confirming that there was no problem with the signal source in the live broadcast room.For Zhu Yuan, the beauty of the anchor is indeed amazing, but what is even more astonishing is the amount of food the other party eats non-stop. If this is a food broadcast without the slightest moisture, then the amount of food the other party eats within one hour is enough for a squad of soldiers to report Stomach——but the anchor didn't show any signs of being full, and was still eating at a constant speed. Where did the food go by him?

After scratching his head for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so Zhu Yuan had to cut out the q|q interface, find the id of the industry leader and send a dialogue request.

In the past two years in the domestic hacker world, a person who can top half of the world has just emerged. In the early days, Zhu Yuan had a lot of contests with this great master. After a lot of effort, he found out that the great master was actually a primary school student, and he almost didn't blink... Later, this elementary school student master also found out Zhu Yuan's heel, and the two sides came and went, and they became friends.

The great god's reply came quickly, and Wu Lin, a primary school student with a head portrait of a pair of glasses, said concisely, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Yuan sent him the recorded and fast-forwarded processed video: "Help me see, has any tampered with the picture inside?"

About ten minutes later, Wu Lin was surprised when he sent back a message: "No, no special effects masking or visual deception was done, the amount eaten by the people inside is real, is this still a human being, so edible? "

"Tsk... I want to know too." Zhu Yuan scratched his head again, and sent the address of the live broadcast room, "Wu Shen, can you find out the IP address of the uploader in this live broadcast room?"

After more than ten minutes, Wu Lin's message came back: "I can't find it. It pretended to be an address in Hong Kong on the surface, and then checked the address and it turned into the Middle East. Then it was transferred to Washington, then to the White House, and it was cut off. .”

"...Okay, I only found the Middle East and it was over." Zhu Yuan had a headache.

"This method of hiding and transferring addresses is very similar to a person." Fifth Lin replied.

"You think so too?" Zhu Yuan entered the information.

"The breeze is coming." Fifth Lin replied.

"It really is this retired great god." Zhu Yuanchang let out a sigh, "Qingfeng Xulai... I remember the real name of this great god is... Fu Youqing?"

The author has something to say: The elementary school student version of Wu Ge is a trick

The shrewd little angel has probably figured it out, the Demon King Army... the, uh, the super power team is probably going to pull up faster than the Heavenly Corps.

Why, a writer from the south, almost trembling against the cold.