Retired Unlimited Streaming NPCs Help Me Make Movies

When Ning Qiubai came to the Twilight Palace, Sheng Ming was sitting on the sofa, meditating on the drawstring of his sweater.

Ning Qiubai walked in front of him, only to realize that Sheng Ming was not in deep thought, but in a daze.

Changed to the previous Sheng Ming, Ning Qiubai couldn't imagine that Sheng Ming would be in a daze, and tentatively stretched out his hand to shake Sheng Ming's face.

Sheng Ming came back to his senses: "It came so fast?"

Ning Qiubai coughed, "I just happen to be free."

Sheng Ming moved his butt to the side, signaling Ning Qiubai to sit down.

After Ning Qiubai sat down, he felt the body temperature of the young man around him that could not be ignored, and realized belatedly: there are obviously sofas around, why does he insist on sitting next to Sheng Ming?

It's just that it's too late to get up again, Ning Qiubai can only let himself ignore the ups and downs: "Where are you talking about?"

Sheng Ming said: "Doesn't your new movie need a scene in the sky? I introduced you to several copies before, and there is a city in the sky among them."

Ning Qiubai recalled for a moment, recalling the options Sheng Ming gave him at the beginning: "Ah, where to go? But I haven't decided on the scene in the ocean yet..."

"Go and have a look first." Sheng Ming stretched out his hand to him naturally, "There was a rather difficult boss over there, and I just solved it."

Ning Qiubai froze for a moment, looked Sheng Ming up and down carefully, and was relieved when he didn't see any wounds.

Sheng Ming can be described as "difficult", which shows that the strength of this boss must be very strong.

Ning Qiubai said worriedly: "The sky scene in the script is mainly a shot of stream of consciousness, it can be created in other ways, don't force yourself..."

Sheng Ming said in a very calm tone: "I want to give you the best."

Ning Qiubai's words stuck in his throat immediately, and he forced himself to calm down—if the mist perching tree on top of his head hadn't grown instantly and wrapped around Sheng Ming's arm, he might have succeeded in not caring.

Sheng Ming hooked a leaf with his finger, did not tease the hidden fruit underneath, and only said: "Let's go."

……

After Sheng Ming pulled Ning Qiubai away, Zhang Muke and Sha Bailing who were standing on the other side of the palace looked at each other.

Sha Bailing didn't ask suspiciously: "The two of them didn't see us at all?"

Zhang Muke replied: "Ning Qiubai's Misty Tree fruit is about to ripen. The branches of the Misty Tree after the first round of fruit are the most suitable for props. Do you think I can get them?"

"If you are not afraid of being beaten to death by the boss, then try."

"The boss in this state should be easy to talk to." Zhang Muke thoughtfully, "I can help Ning Qiubai exchange some practical items... Isn't he afraid of the dark? What do you think of the Dawn Ring?"

Sha Bailing persuaded: "It is possible, but it is best not to make a ring."

"Ah?" Zhang Muke, a Wannian technical nerd, showed a blank expression.

……

Ning Qiubai was led by Sheng Ming to the new dungeon.

The copy of this song is a pure white city floating in the nine heavens. The city walls and clouds are the same color, making it dizzying to distinguish; looking down from the city walls, you can only see a piece of green land and winding rivers , and occasionally the shadow of the town can be seen.

Sheng Ming took Ning Qiubai's hand and said: "The bottom is just a map, there is no real land."

"I understand, game modeling..." Ning Qiubai said with emotion, "It turns out that Unreal games also consider the issue of resource utilization."

Sheng Ming shook his head: "Unreal games care more about resources than you think, otherwise they wouldn't have given you all the problematic NPCs."

The two walked in this pure white sky city, and along the way, they could see many angel-like statues, standing on both sides of the city wall, like guards.

Ning Qiubai looked closely at it curiously, then suddenly took a step back: "This statue just seems to have blinked!"

Sheng Ming came over and pulled him back a step: "Yes, these angels were the original owners of Sky City, but they were later taken over by the boss. The mission of the players is to defeat that boss and liberate Sky City."

Ning Qiubai looked at these petrified angels with some sympathy: "Do these angels have self-awareness?"

"There used to be one, but then he committed suicide." Sheng Ming said in an unclear manner, "It was after that angel committed suicide that Unreal Games revised its measures against NPCs, prohibiting the self-destruction of NPCs, and releasing NPCs with psychological problems. Send them away, and pick them up after they are cured. Some people in the player forum once wondered where the NPCs were sent, but they have never been found."

Now I know that there are administrators like Ning Qiubai who are helping these retired NPCs with psychological counseling.

Ning Qiubai also thought of this, and nodded in agreement: "Suddenly, I feel that the pressure on my shoulders has increased."

Ning Qiubai can probably guess one or two reasons why the angel committed suicide: Like Xiaoyu, even if other NPCs are programs without intelligence, he still regards them as his companions; the angel may be the same, I can't bear to be imprisoned, petrified and rescued day after day with myself and my companions, but there are only days of despair.

After the player clears the copy, the copy will be reset, waiting for the arrival of the next player.

The settings that are commonplace in the game, when switched to self-aware NPCs, sometimes seem so cruel.

Ning Qiubai suddenly thought of something and glanced at Sheng Ming.

Sheng Ming had never told him this before.

Sheng Ming understood this look, and smiled: "Essentially speaking, whether you or I, the relationship with Unreal Games is a transaction. There is no need to bear too many things that are not our responsibility. But..."

He pondered for a while, "Since you take the initiative to bear the fate of those NPCs, then I don't mind helping you better realize your ideal."

Ning Qiubai was a little moved and a little ashamed: "It's not ideal, it's just my own personal intention."

Sheng Ming didn't explain much, and took Ning Qiubai to the high tower in the middle of Sky City: "Bringing you to this dungeon, there are still some things I want to tell you... Have you ever considered that the NPCs there Will you leave?"

Ning Qiubai was taken aback.

"Unreal Games will not put so many intelligent NPCs in your place for nothing. If an NPC meets the standard for re-employment, Unreal Games will definitely send them all back to the copy." Sheng Ming turned his head and looked at it steadily. Looking at Ning Qiubai, "I can't say anything about other NPCs, but that dragon can actually return to the game a long time ago."

In an instant, Ning Qiubai recalled in Ning Qiubai's mind the somewhat arrogant appearance of the black dragon Io, with his head held high and his chest full of "wuwuwu".

The little black dragon was the first NPC Ning Qiubai accepted, and he accompanied Ning Qiubai through the first days of hesitation—it was because of a dragon that obviously needed his care that Ning Qiubai did not undergo such a drastic change as being resurrected from the dead. overwhelmed.

Although they have only been together for half a year, Ning Qiubai has already regarded Xiao Heilong as his family.It's not that I didn't think that I would face parting, but I didn't expect the parting to come so quickly.

Ning Qiubai's expression suddenly sank.

Sheng Ming sighed silently, and then said: "If you don't want to be separated from it, you can let it cause a little 'small problem' and let the system judge that it is not suitable to return to the copy."

Ning Qiubai shook his head: "A grown-up dragon can't stay in the lair forever...Even if it wants to, it has to learn to fly by itself. I'm just worried that if it returns to the game, will it have to face the previous challenge? matter?"

The reason why the black dragon Iao was sent to Ning Qiubai was because he was frightened by a powerful player...

Ning Qiubai glanced at the "powerful player".

Sheng Ming pointed out very calmly: "Yes. But in fact, I didn't hurt it much at that time."

Even the scar on the wing is just the aftermath of a random blow, and the black dragon has more important psychological problems.

Ning Qiubai believed that after a round of blows, the little black dragon would not be frightened like that again.He was just worried: "What if a player as powerful as you kills it directly?"

Sheng Ming first made it clear: "There will be no player as strong as me."

"...Anyone worse than you is enough to beat Xiao Hei."

Then Sheng Ming said: "Unreal games will not let NPCs die, you can rest assured about that."

Ning Qiubai was silent for a long time before he said sadly: "I'm like looking at an old father who was admitted to a foreign university, worried that my eldest son would be bullied, but felt that my eldest son should go out for a walk."

Sheng Ming couldn't help laughing.

While the two were talking, they had already reached the tower in the middle.

Below the tower is a square with many pure white beams of light standing in the middle.

One, no, it should be said that a monster is lying on the square.Its hair is a coiled gold-thread python, twisting and wriggling in the middle of different beams of light. The snake's head is opened, and the snake letter "hisses" out.

Ning Qiubai felt a chill, and took two steps back: "Medusa?"

Sheng Ming nodded: "Don't be afraid, it won't move."

Ning Qiubai held back his fear and looked carefully, only to find that this Medusa's hair was tied into a knot after bypassing a few beams of light, making it completely fixed on the square and unable to move.

Those who can do this kind of thing...Ning Qiubai twitched the corners of his mouth: "The 'difficult' you said, don't you mean this 'difficult'?"

Sheng Ming nodded of course.

This is really "difficult" in the physical sense... Ning Qiubai thought dumbfounded.

Sheng Ming stretched out his hand to hold Ning Qiubai: "Close your eyes."

When Ning Qiubai opened his eyes, he found that they had jumped to the top of the tower.

The top of the tower is almost surrounded by clouds and mist, and the small rooftop of more than ten square meters is as pure white as the surrounding clouds and mist, just like a dream.

On the other side of the sky, you can see the morning sun peeking out from the clouds, and the golden light makes the sea of ​​clouds brilliant and brilliant, like a ladder leading to heaven, and like the holy light shed by God.The sea of ​​clouds surged in the golden light, looming like heavenly soldiers and generals.

Ning Qiubai looked at this majestic scenery, and an indescribable sense of awe came to his heart, which made him fascinated for a moment.

"Does it look good?"

Sheng Ming's gentle voice rang in his ears.

Ning Qiubai turned his head and looked at Sheng Ming's face.

Sheng Ming's pupils seemed to be dyed the color of pure gold by the brilliance of the rising sun, and the light gray mist in the pupils dissipated, revealing the same magnificence and gentleness as the rising sun, like two small stars.

Ning Qiubai was immersed in these eyes.

I don't know who took the initiative first, but when those eyes got closer and closer, Ning Qiubai could only hear his heart beating faster and faster.

"Push me away if you don't want it."

Sheng Ming's voice flowed down like a spring.

Ning Qiubai shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and kissed those shallow lips.