Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Feng Jun started the live broadcast, and soon tens of thousands of viewers poured into the room, one by one quickly filling the entire room.

After seeing the number of people in the live broadcast room exceed 500,000 in an instant, Feng Jun also carried out his daily live broadcast in an orderly manner.

"Today is still the same as before. We will spend four hours broadcasting Fantasy Westward Journey. After twelve o'clock, we will play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. I have been practicing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds for a long time these days. Without saying anything else, I will let you see what gun fighting is.

By the way, those who use cheats should not enter the room. It would be meaningless if they have to use cheats to play the game.

Okay, no more nonsense, today let's invite the first victim... Pah, the first water friend. The one who shocks all directions and all seas from the 2008 server. "Feng Jun said happily while looking at the countless viewers in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, in a corner of Guangzhou, in a small and simple rental house, the environment was in a mess.

The room was not big to begin with, but now it was mostly occupied by the piles of instant noodle boxes. The boxes emitted a strong, pungent sour smell, which mixed with the humid air in the room and filled every inch of the space. If you look closely, you can even see a few cockroaches crawling around in the instant noodle bucket without restraint.

The walls have been smoked and burned for a long time, and have long lost their original color, becoming mottled and yellow.

A man with messy hair like a bird's nest is sitting in front of a computer with a nervous look. He is thin and haggard, and looks particularly old at the age of 30 due to the hardships of life and excessive addiction.

On the computer screen, Feng Jun's lively live broadcast room was clearly displayed. When he heard Feng Jun clearly call out his game ID and saw the QR code sent by the assistant pop up on the screen, a flash of excitement flashed across the man's dull eyes, like a stone thrown into a dead lake, causing a brief ripple.

The man's name is Zhang Jingming, a veteran Fantasy Westward Journey player, who is 33 years old this year. Looking back a year ago, Zhang Jingming was also a role model of young and promising people in everyone's eyes.

At that time, he not only founded a large-scale Internet company and was very successful in the business world, but he also had a gentle and beautiful wife and a lively and lovely child. His family was happy and his life was rich and worry-free, which was envied by everyone.

However, the turning point of fate always comes unexpectedly. Since the restart of Fantasy Westward Journey, the launch of the new version has brought new excitement and temptation. Zhang Jingming plunged into it and became completely addicted to the game. Under the sweet talk and instigation of some arms dealers, he gradually fell into the bottomless abyss of arms identification and monster refining.

In just one year, Zhang Jingming, who was like a possessed man, invested more than 50 million yuan in Fantasy Westward Journey. Not only did he lose his company, but he also lost his house. Even his wife and children couldn't stand Zhang Jingming anymore and eventually chose to leave him.

Looking at Feng Jun talking eloquently on the screen in front of him, Zhang Jingming's eyes were slightly bloodshot, with madness and unwillingness in his eyes, and he kept muttering: "This is the last fight. I heard that this anchor can always come up with some good things from time to time. I don't ask for much, just two good things. As long as he comes up with two good things, I will never play again, and I will stop immediately."

As Zhang Jingming spoke, his hands were shaking, and he tightly gripped the mouse, as if it was his last straw, his eyes fixed on the QR code on the screen.

With the login by scanning the QR code, Zhang Jingming's account appeared in the live broadcast room.

Feng Jun looked at the account in front of him and opened the backpack as usual. When he saw a truckload of level 130 equipment in the backpack, he immediately realized that this netizen wanted him to help identify the equipment this time.

"Brother, what do you call them? These are level 130 weapons in this car? And they are female weapons? Do you want me to help you identify them?" Feng Jun asked in confusion as he looked at the magic wands in his backpack.

"Well, host, I want you to help me identify these ten weapons. These ten weapons are my last hope?" Zhang Jingming's slightly hoarse voice also sounded in the live broadcast room.

"The last hope? What does that mean?" Feng Jun asked with some confusion.

"It's meaningless. Host, please help me identify it. It would be best if it is a top-quality simple weapon, or a top-notch levelless weapon." Zhang Jingming said, staring at the screen.

At this moment, some viewers from the 2008 server in the live broadcast room immediately recognized Zhang Jingming's account, and barrages of comments emerged one after another.

Born Not to Laugh: Terrifying the whole world? This guy is a well-known rich player in our district. This year, he has spent at least 10 million on refining monsters and weapons. How come he appeared in the live broadcast room of the unlucky anchor today?

Falling Red is Not a Heartless Thing: Awesome? This guy was indeed a boss in the past, and he was very generous. But recently, he is not so good. I heard that he is now a deadbeat. The arms dealer Xiao Luo in our district is still shouting in the Three Realms that he should pay him back 30,000 yuan?

AKK: Shouldn't it be? I remember this guy often selling some top-grade equipment in the area, and sometimes he would go to the God of War Mountain and give away some national standard junk equipment for free. I also got a level 150 staff with double strength and agility from him. Although the damage was not 580, it was still quite useful.

For no reason, I am so cruel: You unlucky anchor, hurry up. It is such a small resource, please finish it quickly, we are still waiting for other big resources.

The fisherman in the Air Force: Hehehe, I have a feeling this guy might be sent to the rooftop today.

Looking at the countless comments in the live broadcast room, Feng Jun didn't know whether what was said in the live broadcast room was true or false, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he quickly controlled the account and came to the rooftop of Chang'an City.

"Ahem, a friend from the 2008 server, please send me a few illustrations of magic weapons. This friend doesn't have much money in his account. If something comes out, I will personally reward the friend who sent the magic weapons with one million fantasy coins each." Feng Jun said, scratching his head embarrassedly.

I didn't expect that this netizen named Wei Zhen Ba Fang Si Hai had less fantasy coins than anyone else. He only had a few thousand fantasy coins left and couldn't even afford to buy a magic weapon illustration.

However, Feng Jun didn't care about this and directly asked the water friends on the 2008 server to send some magic weapon illustrations to the account.