Chapter 858: Face Brother Starts Live Streaming!
Chapter 858: Face Brother Starts Live Streaming!
"Baby, are you hungry? Daddy's back! Come on, this is the food that Daddy just exchanged for with contribution points!"
"Baby, Mommy's back! Come, eat with peace of mind, eat a lot!"
"Baby, you're back too! Eat as much as you want!"
...
In the Beast Taming Hall, groups of Level 3 players were surrounding ancient beast cubs.
There were fathers and mothers from the Third Phase, as well as three uncles from the demon race!
He Yiming had just exchanged a large batch of spirit materials from the Chaotic Star Sea, as well as high-grade demon beast flesh and blood, into the system exchange shop. These Level 3 players then exchanged them in bulk and fed them to the ancient beast cubs.
"Squeak!"
"Hiss!"
"Woo!"
"Chirp!"
...
Ancient small Green Scale Dragon, ancient small Silver Tiger, ancient small Fire Sparrow, and ancient small Xuan Beast all lay happily in the arms of the Level 3 players who were nurturing them, eating various precious celestial materials and rare treasures, or the flesh of high-grade demon beasts.
After eating to their heart's content and drinking their fill, they playfully rolled around and played with the Level 3 players before finally falling asleep contentedly.
The eyes of the five Level 3 players looking at these cubs were filled with deep affection and love.
And then, the next moment...
"Brothers, remember the sleeping expressions of our kids! Next, we're going to start attacking the third area! The territory controlled by the Ice Devil!"
"The second batch of intelligence from Ferret Brother has already arrived. The enemy's strength is even stronger, with three seventh-stage Ice Devil elders! There's also a hundred thousand sixth-stage demon army!"
"But, brothers, tell me, are you afraid?"
...
Pig Brother Wolong stepped forward and spoke loudly.
"Afraid my ass! Screw them!."
"Ha, they're just Ice Devils. Watch how I beat them!"
"Only a hundred thousand sixth-stage demons? Not enough to kill. Let's slaughter them first. It should be enough to feed our cubs for a week!"
...
The Level 3 players present were speaking with a bold and overbearing manner.
"Rest for half an hour. After Nosy Brother finishes upgrading his magic core and levels up, follow our Nosy Brother into battle..."
"Go!"
"Ah-woo! Plus, cub!"
...
Ten thousand Level 3 players roared in unison, and their fighting spirit erupted completely, transforming into the resonance of their collective spirit. The entire Beast Taming Hall trembled from the impact!
This terrifying aura even surpassed the seventh-stage demon lord Mo Shi Tian, who He Yiming had seen before with his seventy-seven demon marks!
"???" He Yiming tilted his head, looking at these Level 3 players who were acting like they were invincible, marching towards the Demon World. He couldn't react for a while.
Three seventh-stage Ice Devils and a hundred thousand sixth-stage demon army!
Why did these Level 3 players look so confident?
"What the hell? Go to the Martial Hall!"
"What's going on?"
"Face Brother is live streaming! The main base of the Black-Clothed Cult, live broadcasting while getting beaten up!"
"What the hell? Is it so exciting?"
"Quick, go, you won't get a good spot if you're late!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
...
At this moment, countless players excitedly headed in one direction. He Yiming was momentarily stunned before following the crowd.
He soon entered the newly upgraded Martial Hall.
Although the central hall of the Martial Hall had already been upgraded to a considerable size, almost half of the Fourth Phase rookies, as well as many First Phase and Second Phase veterans, were coming in after hearing the news, quickly filling up the hall.
"Wait, aren't we able to watch the live stream on the forum after logging off? And you can even comment with bullet screens!"
"Right, we can also watch in the main hall of the sect. Why are you all crowding here?"
"Are you guys dumb? The First Phase veterans used to watch live streams here. It's more atmospheric to watch together here. You don't get it!"
...
Many players found seats, setting up hot pots, stalls, taking out Ice Spirit Wine, and some even brought out parasols. Some lay down comfortably in their shorts, covering themselves with blankets, and casually said to the players next to them:
"Could you please turn off the lights? Thanks!"
"???"
"I want to fall asleep to Face Brother's screams. I sleep so well like this!"
"???"
...
He Yiming didn't pay attention to these players. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the screen in the center of the Martial Hall.
On the screen, there were scenes that were hard to describe.
In the scene, Beef Noodles was tied up with his hands behind his back and hung upside down. Around him were seven or eight figures dressed in black robes.
These black-robed figures each had a line of crimson numbers on their chests, seemingly representing their order, or perhaps their position within the Black-Clothed Cult.
At this moment, the leader, a man with the number 75 carved on his chest, spoke.
"Tell me, what's the recipe for the Three-Element Infant-Forming Pill?"
"What the hell is that? I really don't know about that pill!"
"Bullshit! You're the Young Master of the Flame Huang Clan, He Yiming's own son. How can you not know?"
"I... I was just bragging earlier, I really don't know!"
"Bah, you think you can fool me? Beat him!"
...
With a wave of the leader's hand, the seven or eight black-robed figures with three-digit numbers on their chests all began to brutally beat Beef Noodles.
"Ah-ah-ah! Stop, stop hitting!"
"Don't hit my face!"
"Wait, what are you doing? Don't do it!"
...
In the scene, Beef Noodles was beaten so miserably that it was unbearable to watch. The black-robed men with three-digit numbers on their chests displayed a wide variety of methods and techniques. He Yiming kept nodding in approval, even taking a sip of Ice Spirit Wine.
"Darn, they're hitting him really hard this time!"
"Hehe, Face Brother is really pitiful now. Although I know I shouldn't laugh at this moment, but... I can't help it!"
"Hit him harder, right, just like that. Ouch, so brutal. I guess Face Brother can't hold on much longer!"
"From the looks of it, Face Brother is probably going to have a tough time. Quick, hurry up and place your bets. You can bet on Face Brother surviving for another 66 seconds!"
...
Tens of thousands of players were watching Beef Noodles getting beaten up, eating hot pot, drinking Ice Spirit Wine, and waving Deep Sea King skewers. They were singing "Today is a Good Day."
Because everyone was so happy!
Just then.
The Spirit Insight Flute in He Yiming's hand rang again.
"Hello? This is He Yiming, the Flame Huang Clan's Clan Master. Who am I speaking to?" He Yiming smoothly answered the Spirit Insight Flute and asked.
"Hehehe,
this old man is the 75th in command of the Black-Clothed Cult!" The leader of the black-robed men in the live stream screen, who had the number 75 on his chest, took out a Spirit Insight Flute and spoke with a smug and sinister tone.
"Oh? Do you need something? If not, I'll hang up." He Yiming casually asked.
"???" The man with the number 75 on his chest was a little confused. He looked down at the Spirit Insight Flute, confirming once more.
No, he didn't dial the wrong number!
What's going on? Why isn't the other party nervous at all?
"Hehehe, He Yiming, your son, Beef Noodles, is in my hands now! Here, I'll let you listen to his screams for 2.4!" The man with the number 75 on his chest gave a sinister smile and handed the Spirit Insight Flute over to Beef Noodles.
"Ah-ah-ah! Stop hitting me! Ah!" Beef Noodles' agonizing screams immediately came through.
However, what He Yiming wanted to say was actually:
Actually, you don't have to do this. I can watch the live stream here. It's clearer, and the audio quality is better!
"Hehehehe, scared now? Panicking? Anxious?" The man with the number 75 on his chest laughed smugly, as if he was certain that He Yiming would be panicked and fearful.
"How could you be so cruel?" He Yiming forced back his laughter and said slowly.
"Next, we will do even more outrageous things to him!"
"Huh? Really? What more outrageous things? Can I request some new content? Can I have something even more exciting? Can I place a custom order?" He Yiming couldn't hold back and said casually.
"???" The man with the number 75 on his chest: "???"