36. Artist Dad 3

As soon as I opened the game, some people came into the live broadcast room.

[Ah, Ye Zi, you finally started live streaming. It’s a bit late today.]

[Ye Zi, come on! We need to finish the Summer Forest dungeon today! Ye Zi, get the first kill! !]

【biu, 9 fireworks for you! 】

Cheng Ye was delighted to see the array of gifts. They were small, but they added up. Cheng Ye smiled and said, "Okay, let's clear Summer Forest today and get a first kill!"

As a result, another wave of small gifts appeared in the live broadcast room.

As expected, this dungeon, which no one had ever been able to conquer, was truly remarkable. Cheng Ye was once again sent to his death by the Big Boss's ultimate move. Damn! Cheng Ye cursed inwardly, what genius designed this dungeon? Every Big Boss that came in had different skills: Charm, Thick Health, Power Attack, Magic Attack... How could he possibly survive this?

[Hahahaha... Ye Zi, how many times have you died? This perverted dungeon, Summer Forest, tortured me to the point of losing my mind. Now that I see others suffering just as badly as me, or even worse, I feel much better. I'm giving you a gift to comfort you, hahahahaha...]

[Poof, Ye Zi, stand up! Don't be soft! Stand up! Kill it! I support you mentally.]

Cheng Ye looked at the fans' teasing with frustration, sighed, and controlled the game character again to start a new round of dungeons. He was almost sick of doing the pre-tasks of this dungeon, and he died in the last link every time.

"What are you doing?" A doubtful voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Cheng Ye was so scared that he almost jumped up. He turned around and saw that it was Cheng Jiu. He patted his chest and yelled, "Why did you suddenly make a sound!" I was scared to death.

Cheng Jiu was stunned by the yelling, blinked, pointed at the computer and said, "Are you playing games?"

Cheng Ye rolled his eyes at him and said angrily, "Don't you have eyes? Can't you see for yourself? And why did you suddenly come in?"

Cheng Jiu paused and said, "You didn't close the door." I heard you shouting and screaming, so I went in to take a look.

Cheng Ye: ...

I usually live alone and don’t have the habit of closing the door.

Okay, it’s my own problem. Cheng Ye took a deep breath and said, “Get out quickly” and don’t disturb my work.

Cheng Jiu thought for a moment in silence and said, "Can't I see?" I want to see, I want to understand you.

Looking at Cheng Jiu blinking those same eyes as his and silently requesting, Cheng Ye: ...

Damn, does this person have any sense of adulthood? Is it really okay to act like a spoiled child with such an innocent expression?

"Whatever you want,

Just don’t get in my way.”

When he looked at the live broadcast room again, he found that it had exploded.

[Ye Zi, Ye Zi, where did this handsome guy come from?! Oh my god!]

[So handsome! His voice is so nice too! Ye Zi, I need all this handsome guy's information in one second. I'll buy you a BMW and a yacht!!!]

[Fuck! Fuck! Ye Zi, is he your brother? Are you in need of a sister-in-law? One who's graduated from college and passed the CET-6.]

[Fuck! When Ye Zi and this handsome guy watched it together, I almost suffocated. Two pairs of identical big eyes, blingbling and shining with starlight!]

Cheng Ye: ...Even though you guys gave me tons of gifts, why am I so upset? Don't you guys always say you love me the most? Did you swallow my words?

Cheng Ye: "A friend, you don't need to worry about how to continue to brush the book."

Cheng Jiu glanced at the camera, raised his hand and greeted everyone seriously, "Hello."

The live broadcast room was filled with screams and a wave of gifts flooded the screen.

Cheng Ye: "Ahem, let's continue the game." He's just a slightly better-looking person, what's there to scream about? Superficial, too superficial! Cheng Ye strongly condemned his little fan.

Then, a wave of condemnation began in the live broadcast room, saying that they didn't want to do the dungeon and just wanted the handsome guy next to them to chat with them. Cheng Ye pretended not to see any of this.

During the entire live broadcast, Cheng Jiu did not speak a word and just sat quietly watching.

After Cheng Ye turned off the live broadcast, he remembered that there was someone next to him and said, "Why are you still here?" Seeing that Cheng Jiu was staring at his computer, he blurted out, "You, don't want to play games too, do you?"

Cheng Jiu was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you like this?"

What's the problem? This is the guy I eat with. Of course I like it. I said, "I like it, and then what?"

Cheng Jiu nodded to show that he understood and said, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early." Then he walked out.

What's wrong? Cheng Ye looked puzzled.

***

The next day, Cheng Ye went to the bathroom, yawning, and then went back to his room for a nap. When he passed by the small living room, he saw Cheng Jiu still sleeping, but he didn't pay much attention. However, when he accidentally glanced at the things on the table, he suddenly woke up. Where did the painting come from?

He walked over to take a look, his expression changing from confusion to shock. "Fuck! Isn't this the dungeon I played yesterday?" On a piece of yellowish drawing paper was a painting of Xia Zhisen's dungeon. Although it was an ink painting, it was absolutely stunning! The use of ink, the outlines, the depiction, the vigor and power...

The artist's skill in painting the dungeon's eerie, dim environment was perfectly captured. The moss, the spiderwebs in the cave, the venom-spewing scorpions were all perfectly rendered. And the boss, with its ferocious expression, was incredibly lifelike! It looked as if it was about to leap out of the painting and stab him to death with its Rakshasa fork. This startled Cheng Ye, who quickly looked away, not daring to stare into its eyes.

"Do you like it?" Cheng Jiu, who had already woken up, asked Cheng Ye who was looking at the painting.

Cheng Ye almost opened his mouth, pointed at the painting, and said, "Did you draw this?" This question was a bit redundant. There were washed pens and a covered ink bottle on the table, and the torn bag of Cheng Jiu next to it was opened, revealing a thick stack of drawing paper.

Cheng Jiu nodded: "Well, you said you like it."

Cheng Ye was curious and shocked: "You are really an artist, aren't you a Taoist priest?" The painting was so good that even he, an outsider, felt it was very vivid and said that it was very artistic.

Cheng Jiu: "Yes, I am." The original owner was indeed a Taoist priest.

Cheng Ye: "Is it for me?" He asked me if I liked it. He must be giving it to me, Cheng Ye said shamelessly.

Cheng Jiu: "Yes, it's for you."

Cheng Ye was immediately moved: "Thank you." Such a large painting must have taken him a whole night to complete. No wonder he was still asleep just now. Cheng Ye touched the dried ink, picked up the painting and sat on the sofa, intending to appreciate it carefully. Emma, ​​this painting is really amazing.

Cheng Jiu sat down next to him and said, "Do you want to try it?"

Cheng Ye was fascinated by the painting. Hmm, this ghost lantern was too scary. He casually responded, "What are you trying?"

Cheng Jiu: "Try this painting. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

What? Cheng Ye said, "Where do we go?"

Cheng Jiu: "Go into this painting. Didn't you fight here many times yesterday? You must like this monster very much. You can go in and take a look at it." His son had been brushing this dungeon yesterday, so he must like this BOSS very much, although Cheng Jiu thought it was ugly.

Cheng Ye, who understood what he heard, became very angry and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You even entered the painting. Do you think you are a god? How old are you? Aren't you still in middle school?" I was crazy before I thought he had just become normal.

Not believing him again, Cheng Jiu frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "Just tell me whether you want to go in or not."

Cheng Ye sneered: "Okay, then let me in and try."

Cheng Jiu reached out and tapped Cheng Ye's head lightly, and Cheng Ye immediately fell to the ground like he was falling asleep.

On the sofa, Cheng Jiu picked up the painting and put it next to Cheng Ye, pinched his son's little fat, and said to himself: Son, you try it well, I'll make breakfast and get you out later.

***

Cheng Ye was going crazy. I was dizzy and arrived at this eerie and terrifying place. Before I could react, I was blown away by a huge force and fell against the wall. I felt my internal organs shifting. The strange thing was that although it hurt, I didn't feel the blood boiling and weakness in my hands and feet after being hit. I just felt a little dizzy.

But he didn't have time to dwell on it, because the giant monster was coming again. Cheng Ye swiftly rolled to the side, avoiding the giant monster's attack. He quickly got up and ran, but was stopped halfway by a transparent membrane, clearly limiting his range of movement. Helplessly, Cheng Ye could only run and hide. Once he had a chance to catch his breath, he risked a glance back to see what the giant monster was.

When he saw clearly, he was stunned. Isn't this the big boss of Xia Zhisen? What's going on?

"Bang!" He was blown away again. This time, Cheng Ye didn't make a fool of himself. He quickly got up and started to dodge again. As he ran, he reshaped his three views. This morning, the man who should be his father gave him a painting and asked him if he wanted to try to enter the painting. He said stupidly, "If you have the guts, then let me in and take a look." Then, he came in! ! Cheng Ye felt like he was dreaming, and it was a very absurd and childish dream. He really entered the painting. The painting became a spirit. Was it a painting demon? A painted wall? Time travel? He traveled through time and space into the painting?

Cheng Ye was running breathlessly. Damn, how long will you chase me?

No, I can't run anymore. Human strength is limited. If he uses up all his strength, he will die. But what can he do? How can he fight the big boss without a weapon? Just as he finished thinking, a small space similar to a Qiankun bag appeared in his mind. Cheng Ye suppressed his pounding heart and silently said to himself, "Bring me a big knife." With a heavy hand, the big knife appeared in his hand. Cheng Ye held the big knife in his hand, and his heart was filled with confidence. Damn, if he kept running, he would die. If he fought, there would be a glimmer of hope.

Relying on his small size, Cheng Ye nimbly avoided the monster's attack by braking, rolled behind the monster's butt, and chopped it down with a fierce knife.

"Roar!" the monster cried out in pain. Instead of blood, black ink flowed out of the wound. Cheng Ye did not have time to be surprised. He dodged the monster's big feet in a panic, so as not to be crushed by it. He looked up and found a crack on the stone wall of the cave. He quickly climbed up and got into the crack. The crack was very deep. Cheng Ye hid in the crack.

The monster's hands couldn't reach it at all, and Cheng Ye took the opportunity to chop off one of its hands, and black ink spilled on the wall.

Just when he was about to exert his strength, his eyes went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Cheng Jiu, who tilted his head and asked, "Have you had enough fun? It's time for breakfast."

Enough of your grandma! He said angrily: "Why did you pull me out all of a sudden? I was about to blow up that big boss's money."

Cheng Jiu frowned and said, "You are angry again. You can't play anymore. Wash up first and then have breakfast." It is not good for children to be too obsessed with playing. They are still thinking about playing when it is time to eat. They should not be spoiled.

At the small dining table, Cheng Ye sipped his egg porridge while glancing at Cheng Jiu, wanting to say something but holding back. Cheng Jiu ate his breakfast calmly, not even glancing at him. After a long period of eye contact, with no response, Cheng Ye grumbled, picked up the bowl, gulped down the porridge, and slammed the empty bowl down on the table.

Cheng Jiu glanced at his son who was making the noise in confusion and said slowly, "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Ye choked, thinking he was doing it on purpose. Okay, so he just wants me to speak up? Okay, he said, "Who are you? What's going on with that painting? Why can I get into it?"

Cheng Jiu took a slow sip of porridge and said in a lukewarm tone, "Well, I'm your father. That painting is a spiritual painting. It has a realm within the painting, so your spiritual consciousness can enter the painting."

Spiritual painting, realm within a painting, what kind of ghost, demon within a painting? Cheng Ye was full of doubts: "What realm within a painting? Why is there a realm within a painting in your painting?"

Cheng Jiu: "I am a spiritual painter, so my paintings contain realms within paintings. Realms within paintings, there are realms within paintings, virtual and illusory realms. Human consciousness can enter the paintings, there are small worlds within the paintings, and human consciousness can live in them."

"Have you ever read novels or watched TV dramas about demons in paintings? The world in the painting is similar to that one, except that the world in the painting itself is not a demon and cannot harm people." So other things are needed to help control this illusion.

Cheng Ye took a dazed bite of a boiled egg. The information was too overwhelming for his brain's CPU to process. He needed to sort it out. If he hadn't just entered the world of the painting, he would have thought Cheng Jiu was crazy. Could supernatural powers really exist in this world? Was all the science I'd learned over the years fake?

My brain is about to explode! After swallowing the last bite of egg yolk, Cheng Ye said angrily: "That is to say, your painting is a small illusory world in itself. As long as you want, other people's consciousness can enter the painting, right?" It's too fantasy. There are still

This kind of thing? Wait, there are no such things as hidden families, the kind that don't usually show up in public.

Cheng Jiu: "Well, you can say that."

Why are you so calm? Don't you think this is unreasonable?

Cheng Ye pinched his forehead and slumped in the chair. To be honest, his heart was still beating wildly.

Cheng Ye looked at Cheng Jiu with fanatical eyes and said, "Did your master teach you that?" He must be a hermit, the kind in novels.

Cheng Jiu: "It was taught by the master." No way, he was just an ordinary old Taoist priest. "But he has passed away." I am the only one in the world who can draw this kind of painting.

Cheng Ye: ...It turns out to be true.

Cheng Jiu: "Do you like it very much?" The enthusiasm in his son's eyes could not be ignored.

Cheng Ye nodded and said excitedly: "It was awesome. You don't know how I beat that BOSS in there just now. It was like I was there myself. I felt like my physical strength and flexibility had improved. It was like I had practiced it myself. The feeling was great." It was a pity that he came out before he killed the big BOSS.

Cheng Jiu saw the stars in his son's eyes and smiled. That smile, like the early sun reflecting on the snow, startled Cheng Ye. It was the first time she saw him smile in two days of living together.

"Since you like it, I will draw a world for you" so that you can have fun.

Cheng Ye was stunned by the head pat. When he came to his senses, he jumped up and ran back to the room and locked the door with a bang.

Cheng Jiu: ...

Cheng Ye threw himself on the bed, pounded it vigorously, and then lay motionless.

***

It was not until lunch time that Cheng Jiu knocked on the door and asked him to come out for dinner.

After coming out, Cheng Ye said awkwardly that everything would have to wait until the identification results came out.

Cheng Jiu knew his dilemma. Wasn't it because he was afraid that I wasn't his biological father? So he changed the subject and said, "Okay, after lunch, we can talk about what kind of world to draw. You can decide whether to accept it after the appraisal results come out." The result will definitely not be wrong. Why waste time waiting for a few days?

Cheng Ye opened his mouth, feeling something was wrong.

After lunch, the two began to discuss how to create a fictional world.

The two stood in front of the table. Cheng Jiu took out a piece of drawing paper from his tattered bag and placed it on the table. Cheng Ye placed his phone on the table and said, "It's this type of mythical beasts, fierce beasts, and strange beasts. Since it's a virtual illusion, it has to be mysterious and illusory, so it needs to be slightly changed..."

Cheng Jiu: "Is that so?"

Cheng Ye turned around and saw:

WTF, when did he draw this? Did he draw it so quickly? Cheng Ye swallowed hard.

If he goes out to paint for others, he will definitely make a lot of money. At least he will have no problem supporting the two of them.

With just a few simple strokes, he created a lifelike image of a mythical beast. This charm and momentum instantly eclipsed the utilitarian paintings on the phone. He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to find his voice. He said with forced calmness, "Uh, yes, let me make a few minor changes."

Cheng Jiu waved the pen in his hand very casually, writing smoothly and gracefully. When he stopped, the beast god had changed its charm.

Cheng Ye felt like all his lifelong surprises had been used up today. Damn! What kind of hand is this? How can such a casual drawing produce such an effect? ​​Besides, I want a ferocious monster, not this auspicious and inviolable mythical beast!

Cheng Ye said tiredly: "It has to be a fierce, fierce monster!... Forget it, don't destroy it, draw another one, this time it has to be fierce." He was a little reluctant to part with such a vivid mythical beast. Just looking at the picture made people feel awe and pilgrimage. If he saw it with his own eyes in the illusory world, he would be excited just thinking about it, so he decided to keep it.

This time, Cheng Jiu really drew a very ferocious one. Even though Cheng Ye was mentally prepared, he was still scared. A sense of oppression came over him, and he felt a strong sense of fear.

In this way, Cheng Jiu painted for the whole afternoon, and finally gave up because he ran out of paper.

Cheng Ye walked back and forth in the living room filled with drawings, looking at this and that, extremely excited.

Cheng Jiu drank a bottle of milk out of boredom. Seeing Cheng Ye still looking at the painting, he said in a tepid tone, "These are just individual small and large monsters. You haven't told me what kind of fantasy world you want."

Cheng Ye is an idiot, yeah, after all this time, there is no plot at all, what a waste!

"First of all, this requires a rough framework of the world, characters of different classes, and a general worldview... Damn, I have no idea at all!" Cheng Ye discovered in despair that it didn't seem that simple.

Cheng Jiu had already noticed this problem, but seeing his son so excited, he couldn't bear to discourage him.

"These are not the most important things right now. The most important thing now is that I need a huge piece of drawing paper." Although not everything has to appear on the canvas, the general framework, location, characters, and worldview must be planned. Everything else can be ignored. He can decide the world he outlines and add some imaginary things at will.

***

That night, after Cheng Ye fell asleep, Cheng Jiu got up, turned on the light, picked up the painting of Xia Zhisen's copy, and spread it out on the table. He stretched out his right hand and

He lightly tapped the scroll, and the big boss in the painting immediately appeared as if possessed by a soul, transforming into a wisp of light smoke and floating out. When the smoke dissipated, a male ghost with a pale face, purple eyes, and lips without a trace of blood stood in front of Cheng Jiu. He saluted Cheng Jiu respectfully and said:

"grown ups"

Cheng Jiu nodded expressionlessly and said, "Well, how do you feel?"

Male ghost: "My Lord, that's very good. I thank you for your grace in giving me a new life."

Han Mian, the male ghost, was a wild ghost who had been dead for centuries. Because of his sudden death, he had been unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Try as he might, he couldn't find a way to reincarnate. Seeing his ghostly aura fading day by day, he was almost giving up. A few days ago, he was crouching on the side of the road, drooling over the ice cream shop across the way, when he was caught by a Taoist priest. In that moment, he was despairing. Damn it! He had wandered for hundreds of years without encountering a Taoist priest who could catch ghosts, and now, his soul was almost gone, and he had to deal with this.

Last night, when Cheng Jiu released it from the soul pen, it nearly peed itself. Where did this big guy come from? It felt like he could kill it with a single glance. Just as it was about to die, the big guy spoke. He offered it a chance to enter reincarnation. As long as it entered the world within the painting and controlled the realm within, playing with the big guy's son, it could stay there and accumulate merit. When it had enough merit, it could enter reincarnation.

Of course, it would love to have this.

Cheng Jiu: "You don't have to stay in the painting these days. I have something for you to do."

Han Mian: "My lord, please give your orders."

Cheng Jiu: "Go gather some souls who are willing to work for me, and tell them that as long as they sign an employment agreement, I will give them a chance to accumulate merit and help them reincarnate."

Han Mian's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Yes, sir."

Cheng Jiu: "Are you happy?"

Han Mian: "Yes, sir. For various reasons, our souls are unable to enter reincarnation and can only drift around. ... The final outcome is nothing more than complete dissipation. Now that sir has given us the opportunity to reincarnate, I am naturally happy for myself and them." The world is difficult, so they will pity each other.

Cheng Jiu nodded. He had noticed the difference in this world the moment he arrived. Some creatures here were unable to enter reincarnation after death. They couldn't approach or harm living beings, but the only way they could gain reincarnation was to accumulate merit. Unable to approach living beings, they simply didn't have much opportunity to accumulate merit; the rules of this world were too unfriendly to them.

Once, while expanding his spiritual realm and sensing the elemental structure of this world, Cheng Jiu unexpectedly discovered a world rich in color, capable of transforming human joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness into merit. Cheng Ye then realized that this world had not abandoned these former beings, but rather that no one had discovered this hidden compassion, nor offered them a chance for rebirth.

His son's suggestion gave him an idea, so he decided to help if he could.

When Han Mian returned with a large number of souls, Cheng Jiu was still surprised. Human souls aside, why were there so many souls of animals, plants, and trees? Shouldn't they be able to enter reincarnation with the help of nature? Why did they bother me? But seeing Han Mian's embarrassed face and the group of excited souls behind him, Cheng Jiu swallowed his words to drive them away. Forget it, reincarnation with merit will make their next life better. If they want to take advantage of this opportunity, let them do it. After all, the platform is big enough.

***

A few days later, they got the test results, and there was no doubt that they were biological father and son.

Cheng Ye looked at the results with mixed emotions. Although he had already known the answer on the first day, at the moment of confirmation, his heart finally settled down. He was no longer alone in this world.

Cheng Jiu gulped down the Coke and said, "See, I really am your father." Now you believe it, right?

Cheng Ye gritted his teeth: "You drank my Coke again!" Didn't he say that the last can was left for me? This is my real father, right? Why is he always fighting with me for food, potato chips, milk, Coke? Hasn't he considered that his son, who is not even twenty years old, is growing up?

Cheng Jiu froze for a moment, then said guiltily, "You can buy some more."

Who wants to go out in this hot weather? You? Cheng Ye is irritable!

Of course, Cheng Ye couldn't push his father out the door just for a can of Coke. Cheng Jiu said that he would draw the low-class characters today to compensate his son.

By dinnertime, Cheng Jiu had finally finished painting a small village. Seeing Cheng Jiu put down his brush, Cheng Ye came over eagerly. It wasn't that he was timid, but rather, Cheng Jiu's selfless state while painting made Cheng Ye afraid to disturb him. Damn, it felt like those scenes on TV where masters competed with each other in internal energy. You didn't dare get too close for fear of accidentally injuring them.

Cheng Ye gave Cheng Jiu a thumbs up. The finished product was more than ten times better than he described.

Looking at the small village with extraordinary artistic conception, which looked like a hermit’s retreat, he was eager to try it out and said, “I want to

"Go in and take a look." He looked at his father with sparkling eyes.

Cheng Jiu covered up a dozen or so colored inks before slowly declining, "No, I have to eat first." He then took the painting and set it aside to dry. Because the scroll was long, the small village only took up a small portion at the beginning, and the rest of the paper was rolled up into a large roll, which Cheng Jiu secured with something.

Cheng Ye couldn't persuade his father, so he had to be obedient and go to eat first.

After taking a shower, Cheng Ye looked at his father with shining eyes, and his meaning was obvious.

Cheng Jiu took the last piece of apple and put it in his mouth, saying, "Don't you need to live broadcast?"

Cheng Ye: "No, I'm taking a day off today." No one can stop me from playing in the virtual fantasy world, not even money.

Cheng Jiu had no choice but to go into the kitchen and wash his hands. He then made his bed and sat down. He patted the table next to him to signal Cheng Ye to sit down as well, and said, "I'll go in with you."

Cheng Ye excitedly sat down next to Cheng Jiu, handed his hand to his father, and then, his eyes went dark.

***

A few days later,

After watching the big boss in the game fall, Cheng Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, let's stop here for today."

[Celebrate! I'm giving you 999 red flowers for finally defeating the big boss.]

【Come and get some small gifts】

[Wait, Ye Zi, you took a few days off and you're just live streaming for 90 minutes to fool us! Don't take today's gift, hehe.]

[Ye Zi, you must kill another instance today to compensate us.]

[It’s okay if we don’t play games. Let’s have that little brother from last time come over and chat! ]

[Yes, yes, yes. Was that little brother from last time Ye Zi's brother? Do you have a girlfriend? Ye Zi, what do you think of me?]

[Ahh… that little brother from last time was so handsome, I think I’m good at it!]

Cheng Ye looked at the rows of fans who wanted to chat with the little brother, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't you say before that you liked me the most? Have you ever thought about my feelings?" He made a heartbroken expression.

[Hahahaha… We still like you, but we also like little brother, please forgive our fraternity.]

[Poor Ye Zi, you actually took our words seriously. Don't you know that my love is worthless in front of this handsome guy?]

Cheng Ye immediately looked up to the sky and sighed, saying, "It's unjust that you deceived my feelings." In front of these lovely fans, he was always in a good mood.

"Well, I was thinking of giving you gifts to make it up to you, but now it seems that I'd better forget it. Anyway, handsome guys are more important to you than gifts."

【Gift, what gift? 】

[No! Ye Zi, you're so bold! You actually want to steal our gift! Hurry up! Hand over the gift and I won't kill you.]

You took a few days off and didn't compensate us properly. Now you're trying to withhold our gifts. Unforgivable! 66 rotten eggs are thrown at your backstage.

Cheng Ye raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I won't withhold your gifts, okay?" He took a box from the side and placed it in front of the camera. He opened it and found twenty exquisite alloy bracelets inside.

Cheng Ye picked one up and said, "This is it. It's an alloy bracelet. It's not an expensive gift, but it was designed by my father himself. The whole bracelet is woven with wicker and engraved with leaf-shaped patterns." He pointed to the very delicate leaves on the bracelet and said, "...and here, this beautiful pattern is actually a deformation of the two characters "Yejie". If you look closely, you can see it."

He said excitedly: "There is also a button on the side of the bracelet. This button has a very special function."

[Fuck, Ye Zi, you've really changed. You're now selling products on your live streams. Have you forgotten that you're a gaming streamer, not some weird streamer?!]

[Ye Zi, you will lose us like this]

[Let's just live stream the game and not go through all this.]

[I feel like I'm on the verge of quitting being a fan. Ye Zi, if you don't clear a dungeon to comfort me, I'll quit being a fan!]

Cheng Ye was at a loss for words and said, "I'm not promoting any product, and it's not a commodity. This is just a bracelet designed by my father. I'm only giving it away, not selling it." Anyway, you will beg me to sell it later.

He emphasized: "Really, today we're only giving it away, not selling it. ... Later I'll draw 20 lucky viewers from among you. When the time comes, please send me your address in a private message and I'll send it to you."

[Not promoting the product? Fine then, this is a gift from Ye Zi, we'll cherish it, and I'll definitely be chosen!]

[And me! I'll give you a BMW, and Ye Zi must pick me!]

I'm also looking forward to Ye Zi's gift. Is Ye Zi's dad a designer? This bracelet looks so delicate and unique. I love it and want it.

[I'm a person whose appearance is the most important thing for me. I've taken a fancy to your bracelet. Please make sure to draw my own. A big rocket flew towards Ye Zi's backstage.]

Cheng Ye: "My father is not a designer, he is, uh, an artist... a very poor one." He added.

Cheng Jiu was really poor, and it was not his son who wronged him.

[Artist? Hahahaha... Leaf,

You actually complained about your father being poor.]

[Be careful, your dad will make you eat stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots tomorrow!]

Cheng Ye said that I am not afraid of him, and said, "Okay, stop refreshing the screen, let's start the lottery." He turned on the lottery button "Three, two, one!" and pressed the start button.

The results came out quickly, and he said, "These 20 lucky winners, be sure to send me your addresses later, and I will mail them to you tomorrow."

[Wow! I won the lottery, lucky bing, big red flower for you, Ye Zi, muah!]

[Ye Zi, wait! I'll send it to you right away! I'm so excited! I'm not that unlucky anymore! I'm no longer that unlucky kid who couldn't even win a scratch-off lottery. Ye Zi, you've made me feel so elevated! Biu, I'll give you another big red flower!]

Cheng Ye leaned his head and looked at the dense barrage of comments, his eyes curved with a smile, and said: "Now that the lucky winner has been chosen, I will now start to tell you about the most powerful function of this bracelet." He said it in a mysterious manner.

[What? Besides looking good, what other cool features does this bracelet have?]

[Oh no, Ye Zi is fooling us again. This hesitation isn't like you. You used to be so cold.]

[It turns out I'm not the only one who's noticed. Ye Zi has been talking to us more often and joking around more often lately.]

Cheng Ye looked at the comment and was stunned. Is that true?

Then he smiled and said, "Okay, I won't keep you in suspense. Actually, this bracelet is a key, a key to a virtual fantasy world."

"A virtual illusion, you already know it without me having to explain it to you. It's a fictional, fantasy world where everything is fake. Well, you should know the common plot of 'accidentally entering an illusion' in the world of immortal cultivation, right? This virtual illusion is similar to that."

I understood every word Ye Zi said, but when they put it together, I didn't understand anymore. I felt like I was being tricked by Ye Zi.

[Fuck! Ye Zi, you actually dared to make up this kind of story to tease us? I just gave you a big red flower.]

[Ye Zi, this is boring. It's just a gift of a bracelet, but you're using all these gimmicks to attract attention. Do you think we're fools?]

[I'm a long-time fan of yours, please don't force me to stop following you. We're very happy that you gave us gifts, but don't do this. We're not fools.]

The barrage of comments rejected him, and Cheng Ye was a little amused and helpless. He said helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you."

Cheng Ye really had no intention of entertaining his fans.

After these few days in virtual

Playing in the fantasy world, Cheng Ye simply couldn't leave. Cheng Jiu had created that world as a world of cultivation, where one could find opportunities and satisfy their infinite yearning for immortality. Moreover, the people and things in it were very real, like another world. The only difference was that everything in this world was essentially fake.

After the excitement subsided, Cheng Ye began to think that playing alone wasn't fun enough; it needed more fun with a group. Well, actually, he just wanted to show off. My dad gave me the most amazing thing in the world. Let me tell you, this thing is super cool, super handsome, and super awesome! Are you envious?

So, his father suggested that he could invite some of his friends to come and play, but, to be honest, he really doesn't have many friends in real life. He has no contact with his friends from school. I think the ones he likes the most are the cuties in the live broadcast room.

After much deliberation, they settled on using an external object as a key to enter the virtual world. Cheng Jiu had designed this bracelet specifically for this virtual world. Its surface was intricately engraved with a leaf pattern and a distorted image of the Chinese character "叶界" (Leaf World). A small on/off button sat on the side, ensuring it wouldn't get bumped, thus activating the virtual world. Two beads were engraved on the inside, creating a simple, elegant design. They had over twenty of these bracelets custom-made at a shop specializing in bracelets. Upon receiving them, Cheng Jiu added a special treatment to the inside, transforming them into keys to enter the "Leaf World."

'Yejie' is the name of the virtual fantasy world, and the name was chosen by Cheng Jiu. Cheng Ye felt a little uncomfortable at first, but his father insisted, so he had no choice but to accept it. Anyway, he felt very happy.

Cheng Ye sighed, "I know you don't believe me, so I won't explain any further. You'll know after you receive the item and try it out. If it's true, don't panic. It's not a time travel, you've just entered an illusion. If you want to get out, just silently recite 'End Trial'. There are also some things to note, which will be sent to you along with this bracelet. Be sure to read them."

He paused, then said, "Finally, you must remember to enter the illusion in a safe environment. After entering, your body will enter a coma. ... If you accidentally enter, don't panic. Get out first and don't scare your family. After explaining the situation to them, you can decide whether to continue entering the illusion for the trial."

After thinking for a moment, he emphasized again: "You must enter the illusion in a safe environment, understand?"

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