Ling Xiaolu laughed until his head fell off. Usually this sentence is exaggerated rhetoric, but at this moment it is a fact. His headgear almost fell off due to the shaking. Fortunately, Ji Meng helped him in time.
The embarrassment failed, and the person in charge felt that Ji Meng gave him a disgusting look.
"Go ahead, I'll give him gifts."
"Okay." The person in charge quickly slipped away.
The keychain prepared by Xinshan is the controller of the holographic pet. As long as you press the button above, a holographic mini pet will pop up around you, which can last for fifteen minutes each time.
This gift was very popular. Many tourists came to line up after inquiring about where to pick it up. After a while, everyone at the scene would have one. The popular pets in the game are all available here.
Lei Lulu, played by Ling Xiaolu, has also become a popular photo spot. After taking it, a senior student hesitantly pointed at Ji Meng: "Is he also a pet in the game?"
This time Ling Xiaolu really laughed so hard that even Ji Meng couldn't save him. Ji Meng's face was very dark, because 10% of the reason was a misunderstanding from senior sister, and the remaining 90% was due to gloating from Ling Xiaolu.
"Oh, no," Ling Xiaolu didn't know whether to hold his head or cover his stomach, "I burst into tears."
Ji Meng went in with a dark face and reached out to help him wipe his tears. Ling Xiaolu saw through the gap that the other party's face was full of dissatisfaction. Thinking of the appearance of the fan name on the head of "Unhappy Ji", he couldn't hold back his smile even more.
Senior Sister knew that she had misunderstood, and apologized embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, there are human-shaped summoning shikigami in the game I played before, and I thought he was too."
Ling Xiaolu finally stopped laughing: "There are also human pets in this game, but I don't recommend you choose this one. It seems that you have a bad temper. If you are unhappy and leave during PK, you say embarrassed. Aren't you embarrassed?"
The assistants who were busy at the booth noticed the change here, scratched their heads helplessly, and reported to their superiors:
"Boss, the prince has a fight with our mascot again. If we keep fighting like this, we might have an event accident. What should we do?"
The person in charge rolled his eyes behind his back: "Let them fight."
"what?"
"That's the princess."
"Oh ah???"
The assistant seemed to have heard some serious gossip. He quickly took out his mobile phone and recorded a live video of Ji Meng's battle with Lei Lulu and sent it to the work group.
"Exciting! Exciting! Unexpected! The boss said this is the Crown Princess!!"
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"Lei Lulu? This is the crown prince's pet, right? What kind of emotional line is the crown princess? The boss should make up for the language."
"Is our crown prince so hungry and unwilling to eat, even dolls are not spared, I knew I would apply for this position!"
"I'm relieved to see that the prince is so energetic. I thought he would be devastated because of that incident."
The kindergarten fighting duo finally stumbled and gave out all the gifts, took off the doll clothes and made a fuss for half an hour, and by the time they took the VIP seats, there was already a cosplay performance on the stage.
Ling Xiaolu commented on each male coser who appeared on the stage—with Ji Meng as a reference—one by one:
"The legs are not as long as yours.
"This waist is not as narrow as yours.
"This abdominal muscle is not as good as you are."
His expert comment doesn't sound like cosplay in Jimeng, it sounds like shame play.
"You just like staring at other people's abs?"
"Who made you dress so arrogant, but I have a pair of sharp eyes." Ling Xiaolu raised his eyebrows proudly.
"It was designed by art, what can I do?"
"You're just showing off your abs, why does my master dress so abstinently?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them had a quarrel in their belly-baring outfits, and they both shivered in unison.
"Have a good chat, don't speak rude words." It's almost less "laugh" than a rude joke.
Ling Xiaolu pretended to look down: "Where's my Lei Lulu skin? I want to wrap my little leather jacket tightly."
The new coser on stage saved the temperature at the scene. He wore the battle armor that Ji Meng once wore, but this time his waist, legs, and abdominal muscles did not meet the (Ling Xiaolu's) standard, as if he had hired a fake Ji Meng. On the catwalk.
"I don't understand, why does Xin Shan leave a ready-made handsome like you and invite someone outside instead of not using it."
He broke his fingers and counted: "You, sister, my master, and the dove, what is the name of that goddess's brainless fan? Bei Feng? If there is no plastic surgery, he can also count, the five of you form an endorsement group, Isn't the propaganda effect stronger than these people?"
Ji Meng squinted at him with disgust: "I don't count my sister and I. How much budget do you plan to allocate for the other three to invite them to the show?"
"..." Ling Xiaolu smiled dryly and scratched his head, "Hehe, yes, why didn't I think of it."
"Besides, you can come up with this bad idea, can't the promotion department think of it?"
"Um?"
As if to corroborate what he said, the coser on the stage dispersed to the sides after their respective appearances, leaving an open space for the center of the booth.
A white fog filled the platform, and a figure slowly approached in the fog, and an irresistible temperament rushed toward the face.
When the fog cleared, Ji Qing, dressed in pale gold armor, shone among the cherry blossoms in the sky.
Ling Xiaolu was stunned for a moment: "Elder sister is here too?"
"It's a hologram."
After Ji Qing, the images of high-end players wearing top equipment and rare pets were presented one by one in front of the audience in a rhythmic and dynamic montage, either static or moving, standing or flying, beautiful and coquettish, mighty and domineering, satisfying the novice. Xiaobai has all fantasies about the Great God.
Some of them have seen Ling Xiaolu before, and some of them have only heard their names and have never seen them. Today, they all opened their eyes.
"Will all the appointments on the server appear?"
"of course not."
"Hey?"
Ji Meng disliked it: "Chang Huanxi is definitely not that fat."
"… "
Even Dou Kou showed a side face! The shame of Chang Huanxi's appointment!
Finally, it was Ji Meng's turn to appear. On the stage, he charged towards the audience with a giant sword on his back. Ling Xiaolu subconsciously wanted to run.
Ji Meng held him down: "What are you doing?"
"...I have a conditioned reflex for your action." Every time I see it, I remember the mental journey of running away as soon as I saw him in order not to reveal my identity.
"I still have conditioned reflexes."
Ling Xiaolu:
"As soon as I see you turning somersaults, I want to hit someone."
"..." Ling Xiaolu wanted to flip it now!
Xinshan was partial to the prince, and gave him a single shot longer than others. Ling Xiaolu could clearly hear the nymphos cheering behind him.
How to do? My husband will not be able to cover himself in the third dimension, Ling Xiaolu thought proudly.
Suddenly there were screams, Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng covered their ears at the same time, for fear that the eardrum would be shattered.
"As for what," Ling Xiaolu complained bitterly, "Isn't it my master..."
He watched the separation of the flute on the stage, which was beyond the ordinary and beautiful.
"… Well, as for that." He deserves the sound, maybe even more.
Ji Meng glared at him dissatisfied, Ling Xiaolu hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "My master is different from you, he can only watch from a distance, not play."
This made Ji Meng satisfied for a second, and the next second his face quickly collapsed: "Do you mean that I can molest me?"
Ling Xiaolu quickly changed the subject and pointed to the stage: "Look! Who is that!"
He originally thought that the quarrel was the last secret weapon to appear, but he didn't expect that the real finale was the dove.
The official selection is a long-range scene, under the full moon, the god of death spreads his wings, and all sounds are silent, drawing a long and long rest for the whole image.
Ling Xiaolu and everyone couldn't help applauding: "This editor has a good selection of shots and has a good eye!"
At the end of the hot field, the staff successively distributed test peripherals to new players. Of course, old players like Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng didn't need it. It would be a bit shameful to wear a collar in public.
The final scene was already crowded, but fortunately everyone from Lutuo Club reserved two seats for them.
Far in the middle of the arena, on one side were the defending champions Jiba and Qingmei, standing opposite them with a light expression of Li Zheng, and did not release any pets.
"Why did you come here?" Chu Ya said as soon as she saw them, "There are too many audiences, and it's hard to get so many places, but Chang Huanxi and Ling didn't come—"
"They are working overtime to separate data." Ji Qing interrupted.
"—Forget it, even Xiao Nanxun and the annoying Dou Kou are not online. Don't they know that today is the final?"
"They might be busy with something." Ji Meng silently diverted the topic.
Ling Xiaolu received Jinjiu's private chat, turned his head and asked, "Is there no place? Jinjiu said he would come too."
When the voice fell, Jin Dou appeared and said to the person beside Ling Xiaolu through the mask: "Can you make a seat?"
Neighbor: ! ! !
With him as the center, there was no one in a one-meter radius, and everyone was huddled tightly on the edge and shivered.
Poison Dove sat down loosely, and turned to greet Ling Xiaolu and the others: "This place is so spacious, why are you sitting so crowded?"
Ling Xiaolu: "…"
"Poison dove, why didn't you participate in the Wind and Cloud Tournament?" Ling Xiaolu asked.
With his strength, maybe there will be nothing to kill in the finals.
Poison Dove dismissed: "I'm not interested in any duels with rules."
"Then do you think my master has a chance of winning today?"
Under the invisible mask, the poisonous dove raised the corners of his mouth.
"You don't know the deer, right?" Ji Qing said on the side. "During this time, the pigeons and pigeons have been sparring with your master. For the field masters, PK in the arena is like playing at home."
The only rules in the wild are the rules of the jungle. Poison doves face not only one-on-one, but also one-to-many, and the ever-changing situation on the field.
With such an experienced puppet to accompany Lizheng, it is conceivable how much Lizheng will improve.
Ling Xiaolu's confidence increased: "I knew that my master would definitely win!"
In the arena, Jiba saw that Li Zheng had not given up his favor, and provocatively said: "What's the matter, Li Zheng, where is your snake? Are you too scared to come out by my little Fengxian?"
Li Zheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly. It was this attitude that made him even more angry.
"What are you waiting for, waiting for your favor? Your apprentice seems to have run away with others, so you can beat me?"
Qing Mei urged unhappily from the side: "What do you say so much? Li Qi, if you don't let your pet go, we will fight two against one."
Snowflakes fell from the sky, Ling Xiaolu and the others looked up in surprise.
"Why is it snowing here?"
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind gradually picked up again, forming a huge blizzard in the center of the field.
Jiba was in the center of the storm, and was almost blown back a step: "Dispute! What the hell are you doing!"
A shadow gradually appeared in the blizzard, zigzagging and swimming in the blizzard, with silvery white scales appearing and disappearing.
"This, this is—"
Jiba and Qingmei both widened their eyes incredulously. With a roar of dragon entering the clouds, the flying snow and dense fog were blown away without a trace. Li Zheng stood there as if he had passed away from the world. , such as stepping out of the myth, stepping on the starlight, washing the moonlight, and descending into the world.
"Wind Breath Pterodactyl!"