"Li Bai." Wen Xingyao took advantage of the fact that no one else noticed them and quietly leaned close to Bai Li's ear and asked, "What items are included in the gifts sent by the village chief?"
Bai Li only felt his ears itchy, and the soft heat touched them. He quietly sat up straight and replied in a low voice: "I set it up so that the props that have appeared in the game so far and the props that will appear in the future have a certain chance of being opened from the gift pack, from plant seeds to clothing sets in the surprise box. As long as the player is lucky enough, you can get more precious props. But there is another more important influencing factor, which is the player's contribution to this task. The higher the contribution, the greater the chance of getting good props. Do you understand this?"
I get it, I get it, the more you work, the more you earn, right?
Wen Xingyao nodded, secretly thinking about what kind of props he could get since he was ranked in the top 100.
He wanted to say something else but was interrupted by others.
"Li Bai, Yao Xing, the live broadcast is ready, why don't you take out your gifts?" Xiong Pili reminded the two to proceed to the next step quickly. The red cloth bag in his hand looked a little small against his big hands.
"Yes, yes." Song Xinran also covered her mouth and laughed, joining in, "Master, why are you two still whispering?"
"Oh oh oh, I didn't notice it just now." Bai Li smiled at them embarrassedly, then took out his gift naturally and held it in his arms.
Wen Xingyao shut up and followed suit, taking out the gift and not talking anymore. He looked ahead calmly, as if thinking about something, only his occasional flickering eyes revealed a little bit of his guilty conscience.
Beside him, Tang Ying sat upright, observing Bai Li and Wen Xingyao's reactions imperceptibly. Bai Li's expression and movements were normal, but as for Wen Xingyao... Tang Ying touched his chin, feeling that this boy had become different from before!
At this time, Wen Xingyao seemed to have noticed Tang Ying's inquiry and glanced over with a warning in his eyes. Tang Ying quickly made a gesture to look away and quickly shifted his gaze to look somewhere else.
Bai Li opened Mo Song's live broadcast room, intending to see the reactions of netizens outside.
"Damn it, this game is so damn sweet! My brain knows that the more I watch it, the more I want to play it, but my hand still clicks on it uncontrollably."
"Opening a blind box? What's so fun about this? Oh, it turns out to be the 'blind box' in "Your Farmhouse". Oh, that's fine:)"
"Woo wow! Crispy Noodles, please move back a little. I also want to see what the village chief's mansion looks like. The wall behind you is so beautiful, and the pattern on it is so interesting. Why didn't you turn on the live broadcast before you went in to visit? This is too much!"
"Where is the blind box, where is the blind box, knock on the bowl and wait!"
"Wow! There are so many people. Are all the players here? Five thousand people, but there is no place for me. I'm so sad..."
"Upstairs, there should be 4998 people. Don't forget that there are still two spots in the hands of the game maker."
“Wuwuwuwu!!!”
When Mo Song saw someone mention the remaining two spots, he almost looked towards Bai Li uncontrollably. Fortunately, he managed to hold it in, coughed a few times, and quickly told the rules of the game.
This matter was decided last night. At that time, Mo Song just tentatively put forward a proposal, and it won the approval of all the players. Everyone said that such an interesting and meaningful thing, how could they not let others participate?
In response to this, netizens outside the game can only say: Oh, tui! !
"I will start a program here to randomly grab a comment from a viewer. When I say start, everyone will report a number between 10 and 50. The number captured by the program will become the number of players who will open the gift packs together. Then we can see who is the lucky one and who is the unlucky one! And for the lucky audience who is captured, I will contact you privately after the live broadcast and give you a small gift~"
Sure enough, this is quite engaging. Netizens outside the game felt inexplicably satisfied and said loudly: "Small gifts are not important, the main thing is that I like to count!"
The players present were also eager to try. Before the gift packs were opened, they all felt that they were destined to be the lucky ones. Moreover, they firmly believed that strong self-confidence was also a kind of metaphysics. As long as they were confident enough, the props in the gift packs would not disappoint them.
As for other metaphysics, such as praying with hands together, bathing and burning incense, offering the fat on the body, hair, and the romantic luck of good friends for many years to the game system or game producers, there are too many to count.
The live broadcast site is like a large superstitious place.
Bai Li: "..." You don't have to be so pious. Why do I need other people's luck in love?
Amidst the laughter and chatter, the first digital capture began.
Mo Song controlled the program and obtained the number "25".
"Oh wow, I got a number in the middle for the first time. Now I need 25 contestants. Does anyone want to go first?"
"I'll do it!"
"Let me come too, open it sooner so I can know what's inside sooner. I'm so curious!"
“Me, me, me!”
After a while, the first group of players gathered and stood in the middle of the crowd.
"Is it ready to start?" One of the players asked anxiously not long after they stood still.
Mo Song smiled and made a "please" gesture: "Sure, you can open it as you like, and tell me your results after you're done."
As soon as the words fell, someone couldn't wait to open the gift package in his hand.
How can I describe the expression on my face at that moment? It changed from full of anticipation to stunned silence. Then the smile on my face disappeared, and my expression became blank. I raised my head in confusion, as if I was still living in a dream.
"Ahhh, I'm so nervous. Did I get something good or garbage? Please give me an accurate answer!"
"Nervous +1, why does this feel more exciting than opening a blind box myself?"
"Fuck, it's not going to be a spirited guy, is it?"
“Hahaha, come on, where do these energetic guys come from in the game?”
As the audience waited, the player finally found his voice: "Ten, ten wheat seeds, and ten daffodil seeds, is this good or bad?"
This should be considered bad, after all, they are all seeds?
But soon, the result of the person next to him told him that there is no worst, only worse. The guy next to him opened five bottles of mineral water, which had no other effect except drinking to quench thirst. As for what he opened, at least there were flower seeds, which were more popular with female players.
Thinking of this, the first player quickly felt relieved. Fortunately, he was not the worst one!
The two Waterloos at the beginning made the subsequent players worry that the props they opened might be worse than the previous two.
The remaining 23 players actually started to give in, and none of them wanted to be the third person to open the gift pack. In the end, it was Mo Song who stepped in and persuaded them to open the gift pack in the order they stood, and only then did they reluctantly agree.
Just when Mo Song and the audience thought that these players would open the gift packs one by one, the five standing in the front started discussing and finally decided that all five of them would open them together.
"I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll go! Three, two, one!"
Among the five people, a burst of white light seemed to burst out from the hand of one of them. It was faint and not conspicuous, but it was still noticed by the sharp-eyed audience. They jumped up and down and asked Mo Song to ask the other person what good things he got.
Mo Song readily followed suit and went forward for the interview.
Before the player recovered from the white light, he found himself the focus of attention. He wiped his face fiercely, said "Wait for me", and lowered his head to search in his backpack. It didn't take time to find it, the system had a prompt, and the newly obtained props were placed at the end of the grid. Soon, he raised his head again, holding a small round object.
"This is a fortune tree seed. The white light should be coming from it," the owner of the seed said. "It is said that it will grow in 30 days after planting, and will produce 100 copper coins every day. If you are lucky, it will also produce gold coins and diamond coins."
Wow! Great stuff!
The eyes of the onlookers suddenly changed when they looked at the seed. The fortune tree sounds very powerful. It can also produce money directly. Although not much, there is money every day. After a little accumulation day by day, there will be at least 30 gold coins a month! Moreover, the money grows on the tree, and the feeling of pulling money from the tree is also great!
Compared with the "money tree seeds" in the hands of this player, the props opened by others seemed mediocre. Even if someone got two lemon tree seeds, it couldn't overshadow him.
The audience and players made the sound of "lemon-catching" together.
The first recognized "Little European Emperor" was born.
After that, among the first batch of players who came forward to open the gift packs, no one had white light appear in their hands. The tragic result told the players who were still in excitement that the reality was not as good as they imagined. They had to treat the gift pack opening activity with a normal mind. Otherwise, if they didn't get the props they wanted, they would be the only ones who would be sad and miserable.
The audience enjoyed the show, and when they saw someone opening a good item, they would cheer them on, but most of the time they would just make “hahahaha” sounds to express their sympathy for the unlucky ones.
After one round, the non-Africans who got a bunch of seeds looked at each other, feeling a sense of sympathy and mutual respect.
Before he walked back into the crowd, the audience had already started urging Mo Song to start the second show. Mo Song let them do as they pleased and quickly picked another number.
48. There are more people this time.
Some unbelieving players came forward excitedly, and then walked away dejectedly. Obviously, the god of luck did not favor them, and the gifts they received were not much better than the previous group of people.
Three groups came up in succession and the situation was the same. When everyone thought that this blind box opening live broadcast would end with a whimper, one of the 27 players in the fifth group stood up and asked Mo Song to wait a moment before starting again.
"What are you going to do?" Mo Song asked curiously.
"Hehe." The player smiled foolishly and took out a large basin from his backpack. "Luck can also be solved with external objects! Wait for me, I'll put a buff on myself first!"
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