Acai's Sky

He Youxing suddenly came over like a monkey, his eyes sparkling. "I just asked a few players I know to do a live broadcast tomorrow. If that doesn't work, how about asking them to sell the goods?"

Before he could finish his words, Qin General Wang Li had already grabbed his neck, strangling him so hard that he rolled his eyes. "Are those players you know reliable? Can they really bring in goods? Don't try to fool me!"

“Ahem…really!”

He Youxing's face flushed as he struggled, "Last time they helped me get a limited edition mount skin!"

He flipped through the emails on the system panel and found the chat history. "Look, this is the link to the live broadcast room they just built. They're going to broadcast the entire market event live tomorrow!"

Emperor Ming Zhu Di came over and took a quick look, tapping the screen with his folding fan. "Hmph, don't I know the tricks behind these livestream sales? First the exaggerated performance, then the shouting 'Family, click on the link', and finally the hunger marketing..."

He suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Maybe they'll even hire some online trolls to stir up trouble in the comment section."

Qin General Li Xin propped his chin with one hand, deep in thought: "The key is, my lord, you can't leave. Once you leave, we will all be thrown out by these fragments. What a waste of opportunity!"

As he spoke, he casually grabbed some sunflower seeds from the table and crackled them. "Instead of risking my life going to the market, I'd rather spend my time grinding dungeons."

A Cai held her chin and looked at the posts that were flooding the forum like crazy.

Some people posted pictures of the "Invincible Golden Body Scroll" for sale, some were hawking "Light Speed ​​Running Boots" that would make people fall to the ground, and some were even selling "Canned Air"!

She couldn't help but laugh at these bizarre props, and suddenly an idea flashed through her mind: "How about this, let's have the live streamers focus on those bizarre props. It would be fun to buy them and add them to their collections!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the teahouse instantly became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Emperor Ming Zhu Zhanji was the first to react, his eyes lighting up like two lightbulbs. "Great idea! I want those bronze wristbands that make monsters chase and attack you! It'll be really fun to kill monsters with them in the future!"

Liu Fengqi held his forehead and sighed: "You guys... always think of impractical things. But..."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It's fun to collect some weird props occasionally."

Qin General Wang Li finally let go of He Youxing and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, since the Lord has said so, then let your friends broadcast the show well! If they dare to fool us..."

He suddenly revealed a ferocious expression, "I'll just position myself and go hunt them down in their dungeon."

He Youxing nodded repeatedly and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I promise to complete the task! I will go and explain to them, and pay special attention to those weird props!"

As he said that, he jumped to the corner like a rabbit and started sending messages frantically.

Ah Cai looked at the noisy crowd and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I originally thought that the proposal would be rejected unanimously, but unexpectedly, it received everyone's support in the end.

She picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down her throat, carrying a faint tea fragrance.

"Oh right," Ming Emperor Zhu Di suddenly remembered something. "Since we've decided to let someone else bring the goods, shouldn't we make a list? So we don't miss out on anything good." He took out the rice paper and brush he always carried with him. "I'll write it down. You guys tell me what you want."

For a moment, the teahouse was bustling with activity.

Emperor Ming Zhu Zhanji clamored for bronze wristbands and glowing icing sugar, Qin general Wang Li wanted light-speed running boots that would make people fall handsomely, and Qin general Li Xin was interested in the spear that could make the enemy dance.

Although Liu Fengqi said that it was not practical, he silently reported the names of several rare materials.

He Youxing was busy and sweating, recording everyone's needs while typing frantically on his mobile phone.

He would look up from time to time and look at Ah Cai pitifully: "Miss Tong, your requests are too many, aren't they? I'm afraid my friends are too busy to handle it!"

Ah Cai blinked and smiled slyly, "Then it depends on your ability! If all else fails, we can hold an auction and the highest bidder wins!" She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "After all, good things always have to be snatched away!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the teahouse was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The sunlight from the window shone through the bamboo curtains, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Who would have thought that a discussion about whether to attend the market would eventually turn into a unique shopping spree plan.

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The Penglai Temple Market was scorched by the scorching sun in the afternoon. The air was filled with the aura of various props, mixed with the aroma of barbecue wafting from the Penglai Temple stalls, interweaving into a noisy trading carnival.

The three-meter-high inflatable statue of the God of Wealth was swaying slightly in the heat wave. Arms dealer Lao Zhou, sweating profusely, was standing on the shoulder of the God of Wealth and waving his spear wildly, like a street performer on stilts.

"Do not miss passing through!"

Lao Zhou shouted at the top of his lungs, his metallic voice booming over the market, startling several virtual sparrows under the eaves.

The [Touch of the Styx] in his hand emitted a strange blue light under the sunlight, and every time the tip of the gun passed through the air, it would bring up a crackling electric current.

"This gun just wiped out three opposing teams at Scarlet Fortress yesterday. It's stained with the boss's brains. It must have been used before!"

He thrust his spear into the ground fiercely, and the dust kicked up by the spear handle actually revealed a few dark red fluorescent spots.

The crowd of onlookers erupted in laughter.

A player with the title of "King of Freebies" held up a torn sock and played the guitar: "Can you give me a discount? I'll trade you the stinky socks I picked up yesterday!"

Before he could finish his words, the inflatable God of Wealth beneath Lao Zhou's feet suddenly made a deflated "hissing" sound. He was so frightened that he frantically grabbed the God of Wealth's head and nearly did a head-over-heels somersault. "Get lost! Do you think I'm a branch of the Beggars' Sect?"

The canvas awning of the stall next door was rustling in the heat wave. A Buddhist farming player was lying on his "lying carpet", holding a coconut-shaped virtual drink in his hand, and colorful bubbles kept coming out of the straw.

A group of grumpy guys were arguing over a magic carpet. Grumpy guy A picked up the carpet and shook it loudly: "Is this thing bulletproof? I used it to block a monster yesterday, but the monster thought I was doing sit-ups and crushed me to pieces!"

The farming player sat up straight abruptly, not even bothering to wipe the spilled drink all over his shirt: "Brother, didn't you read the instructions?"

He pulled out a wrinkled parchment scroll with the words "for psychological protection only" written on it in cursive script. At the end was a picture of a man holding a white flag. "Using this to stop monsters is like using a quilt to stop a cannonball!"

In the corner, the president of the Rookie Protection Association was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and the bronze wristband in his arms was hot from being held.

The handwritten wooden board in front of him was crookedly covered with tape. The words "Buy a wristband and get a free "Monster Hate Transfer Guide"" on it were a little faded by the sun, and the guide content column had four big words written on it: Wish you the best.

Suddenly, a player with the ID "Most Handsome in the District" pushed through the crowd, his gel-set hair gleaming in the sunlight. "Does this wristband increase my popularity with the opposite sex? I've been chasing a goddess for three months, and she thinks I'm uglier than the boss."

The guild leader's eyes lit up instantly, like flashlights, and he grabbed the man's wrist. "Yes! Wear it, and even female monsters will chase you! Yesterday, a man was wearing it and was chased by ten poisonous spiders, calling him 'husband!'"

In the open space in the center of the market, the stall of European Emperor's Gaze was surrounded by players in three layers inside and outside.

The mysterious businessman wearing golden sunglasses crossed his legs while the turntable in front of him kept spinning. Words like "Must-get Orange Equipment" and "Heavy Loss Warning" on the turntable sparkled temptingly in the sunlight.

"888 crystal coins for one spin!" He snapped his fingers, and a golden flame immediately ignited around the edge of the turntable. "Spin to 'Blood Loss Warning,' and I'll eat the keyboard live!"

A sudden sneer erupted from the crowd: "You were livestreaming eating a keyboard last week, and it turned out you were using a chocolate keyboard!"

The European Emperor's sunglasses instantly slid down to the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of embarrassed green eyes: "This is called commercial art! Without some suspense, how can it be called a lottery?"

He hurriedly reached out to hold up his sunglasses, and his sleeve slipped down to reveal half of a tattoo that read "Not enough luck, charging."

In front of the stall of the God of War, a fierce bargaining was going on.

The buyer, holding the "Light Speed ​​Running Boots" with scorch marks from lava on the uppers, was furious. "You said these boots gave me +999 speed, and I put them on and I rushed straight into the lava!"