Just when Feng Jun clicked the mouse and started to look at the coordinates of the treasure map, he was about to dig for the treasure map.
Gifts suddenly floated out of the live broadcast room, and dazzling special effects appeared one after another in the live broadcast room.
"Smoke and mirrors gives the anchor a carnival, thank you for supporting the anchor."
"Smoke and mirrors gives the anchor a carnival, thanks for supporting the anchor."
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"Smoke and mirrors gives the anchor a carnival, thank you for supporting the anchor."
"Smoke and mirrors gives the anchor a carnival, thanks for supporting the anchor."
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The dazzling and gorgeous special effects in the live broadcast room lasted for a full minute, and system messages appeared in the live broadcast room one after another.
When he saw the carnivals floating out one after another in his live broadcast room, Feng Jun looked stunned and his eyes were as big as copper bells. This is the first time Feng Jun has seen so many carnivals in his live broadcast room.
Even when I tinkered with the Shennong Blood-Breaking Necklace and the eight-skill dragon yesterday, I just saw a boss give me a carnival.
But now the appearance of ten carnivals in succession, and the gorgeous special effects that lasted for a full minute, left Feng Jun completely stunned.
After being briefly stunned, Feng Juncai couldn't hide his excitement and burst out with a loud cheer.
"Thank you to the boss of Smoke and Smoke for sending me ten carnivals. The boss is grand and the boss has blooming peach blossoms." Feng Jun tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, but he still couldn't help shouting. come out.
Feng Jun wanted to pretend to be very serious, but also wanted to be less excited and a little colder, just like the protagonist in those novels, who was hit in the face by tens of billions, but his expression remained the same. It was a look of disdain, even though the man was already very poor.
But in the end, he found that he couldn't do it. In the final analysis, Feng Jun was just an ordinary person, an ordinary social worker, and an ordinary Fantasy Westward Journey player.
Seeing flowers in the smoke: You need to help me type the book tomorrow.
"It's all smoke and mirrors, Boss, no problem." Feng Jun said cheerfully.
After sending the little rich woman away, Feng Jun continued his long live broadcast journey. Audiences were invited by Feng Jun, and Feng Jun also began to fiddle with resources one by one. It’s just that I don’t know if Lady Luck is off work again and doesn’t continue to favor me.
In the next three hours or so, Feng Jun just carried away a famous spectator, whether it was to dig for low-level treasure maps, to refine the dragon with full skills, or to It is a spiritual ornament for identifying equipment.
Anyway, all the famous anchors were in trouble, and they were all carried away one by one by Feng Jun.
The four words "badass anchor in the live broadcast room" once again filled the entire screen.
As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, Feng Jun finished tinkering with the last resource in his hand to identify level 60 female heads. He did not continue to stay in the live broadcast room and closed the live broadcast room in shame. .
"Huh, the little rich woman is really rich. Today she alone bought 30,000 yuan in gifts." Feng Jun looked at the backstage of his live broadcast and grinned.
After today’s four-hour live broadcast, Feng Jun also received a gift of 48,000 yuan, of which a rich woman like Wuli Guanhua contributed 30,000 yuan, and the rest was Those gifts given by the audience and the boss.
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Even Feng Jun was shocked when he saw such a high profit.
In the past, he had never thought that he could make so much money in one day, and he never thought that he still relies on Fantasy Westward Journey to make money now, relying on the one he was most familiar with. My most beloved game.
While Feng Jun was still looking at the background data in the live broadcast room with a smile on his face, a friend application suddenly appeared in front of him.
Fantasy Westward Journey and Meditation request to add friends.
When he saw such a piece of news, Feng Jun's expression froze. He did not expect that this once famous figure in Fantasy Westward Journey would find him.
"Why are you looking for me if you are 1.5 meters tall?" Feng Jun muttered softly, and then approved the friend application.
Feng Jun’s impression of meditation is very average. In fact, most Fantasy Westward Journey players’ impression of meditation is not much better. This guy used to be the most top-notch person in Fantasy Westward Journey, and he was also the most famous person.
Especially when the Fantasy Westward Journey live broadcast was just launched, almost 30% of the anchors in the Fantasy Westward Journey live broadcast circle were from guilds under Meditation.
At that time, there were two guilds that were particularly famous in the Fantasy Westward Journey live broadcast circle. The first was the guild founded by Meditation, and the other was the guild founded by Xilang. The two guilds occupied the majority of the Fantasy Westward Journey live broadcast circle. Half of the country.
Of course, Feng Jun’s understanding of meditation is more about the water attack on the tree monster. It was a big deal at the beginning, and no one could think of how to play the pig tree in the wild in Jiangnan. There is such a cool operation.
In addition to the water attack on the tree monster, there is also the once popular Maruko Boss incident, which has become a thing that countless Fantasy Westward Journey players talk about.
It was precisely because of this incident that Ming Ming went to the prison and worked on a sewing machine for two years.
In addition to these two things, meditation was also known as the "Five Dragon Man" earlier. This matter goes back so long that it has been gradually forgotten by people.
Now that he saw Meditation suddenly looking for him, Feng Jun couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Fantasy Westward Journey, Meditation: Brother, I am Meditation, you should know me, right?
Seeing that Meditation was the first to send the message, Feng Jun also responded calmly.
Fantasy Westward Journey, Meng Wuhen: Brother Xiang, there are probably not many people who play fantasy who don’t know your name, right? I don’t know why you want me to look for you all of a sudden?
Fantasy Westward Journey, Meditation: Bro, let me get straight to the point. I see that your live broadcast effect is very good. Now the live broadcast room can stabilize at 5,000 people. I think you have great potential. I wonder if you are interested in joining my union? Recently, I established a new guild, specifically for Douyin live streaming. The name is still called it. I wonder if brothers are interested in joining us?
When he saw the message from Meditation, Feng Jun was slightly startled, but then he understood Meditation's intention.
This guy is afraid that he has seen Fantasy Westward Journey restarted again and become popular all over China. He plans to create a guild again like before and bring those anchors into the guild.
Feng Jun has also heard that some anchors have begun to join the guild founded by Meditation one after another these days and become one of its anchors.
Fantasy Westward Journey, Meng Wuhen: I miss you, I have no plans to join a guild yet.