I Make Games To Restore Chinese Civilization

After the strong shock, he hastily and excitedly sent out the barrage.

"This song is amazing!"

"I've never heard of this instrument, I don't know who played it, I really want to get to know him.

"This arrangement ability, a real master, is the level I can only look up to!"

Zheng Guangmao usually likes to post bullet screens to brag, and he often swipes gifts. He is a celebrity in the live broadcast room.

Many people know his profession.

Seeing him post this, I couldn't help being amazed again.

"I just think it sounds good, I didn't expect it to be so awesome."

"Convinced, the original painting is so impressive, the modeling is also possible, and the motion design is also smooth."

"Now even the tunes are at the master level!"

"Finally tell me that it's only sold for 68, and the boss will die at a loss!"

"Hurry up and buy a few more copies. If nothing else, just focus on the original paintings and songs. It's worth it!"

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When people were still feeling emotional, words appeared on the screen.

This is a brief introduction to Hell.

For example, the function of the underworld, and casually explained a few words about the gate of ghosts and the city of death.

And the function of the book of life and death.

Not too much time is spent here, Gu Qiu doesn't want to waste time here, he knows that many players can't bear to watch the opening animation.

For players who like to study the plot, he has additional benefits.

He buried a large number of Easter eggs in the game, waiting for players who like to explore secrets to find them.

Unexpectedly, Brother Yin took it very seriously this time.

A few strokes of words outline a grand world!

Belongs exclusively to the world of this ancient oriental mysterious country!

This astonishing imagination and grand layout are not inferior to those Legendary stories spread abroad!

No, it should be said that it is even more fascinating than those abroad!

Don't look at the many people who often feel inferior to the loss of Chinese civilization, and many people admire foreign cultures.

But if there is a choice, who doesn't like their own home?

Brother Yin is such a passionate young man. He often fantasizes that those lost Chinese civilizations are suddenly unearthed again.

Or, is there any expert who can make a convincing story that belongs to the oriental civilization!

There are too many people like him, and there are many in the live broadcast room at this time.

Now, they see the possibility in this game!

Swish!

After the simple background was explained, Brother Yin and many viewers hadn't even watched enough, and the scroll had turned.

On the screen, rows of elegant running script appeared.

The passionate and clear voice-over sounded.

"Fei Guang Fei Guang, advise me to have a glass of wine!"

"I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick."

"When the moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's fry life!"

"Eating bears makes you fat, eating frogs makes you thin."

"Where is the god, Taiyi's there!"

"There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a candle dragon underneath."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat. Make it impossible to return to the court, and unable to lie down at night."

"Of course the old don't die, and the young don't cry!"

Brother Yin looked at the dragon flying Feng Wu, and the bold and unrestrained fonts jumped out line by line. Hearing the infectious dubbing, he felt his hairs stand on end!

"preposition written... written..."

"Too awesome!"

He groaned for a long time, but could only hold back this sentence.

The audience is not far behind.

For the tune, everyone only thinks it sounds good, but can't hear the beauty hidden in it.

But words are different.

Anyone who has received basic education can appreciate the misty imagination in it, which is majestic and majestic!

"However, brothers are uneducated, so you can go around the world with a single sentence."

"What kind of style is this? Is it poetry?"

"Could it be an ancient poem?"

"Is there anyone else who can write ancient poetry like this? Why do I feel that it is more touching than prose poetry!"

"Empathy +1!"

...

At this time, in front of the screen, there are still people who are shocked, far surpassing others.

Jeff Lin is an old professor at the Chinese Department of Shengjing University.

He came from the era of war. In that era, the inheritance has not been cut off so cleanly.

He can still perceive the scaly claws of that splendid civilization from the mouth of his teacher.

In his life, he missed that era the most.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

Compared with other people, he is more distressed about the current situation in China!

All his life, he has devoted himself to finding the stars and flames in the lost civilization, but unfortunately, with little success.

We can only feel the prosperity of the time through the few remaining documents!

His grandson, Lin Xiaobao, is a fan of Brother Yin. Lin Xiaobao is very filial, and would come to stay with his grandfather every week.

When he was bored, he would watch brother Yin's live broadcast for a while.

Today, while watching the live broadcast, Jeff Lin came over curiously and took a few glances.

As a result, after seeing it, he never left.

When he saw the setting of the plot, his eyes widened and he slapped his thigh happily.

"Okay, that's great! I can't imagine that there are still people who can write such a story!"

"Imagination is extraordinary, hell... Book of life and death... If it can be written into a book, it must be very exciting!"

He became interested, so he simply sat beside Lin Xiaobao and watched it together.

Lin Xiaobao was overwhelmed with surprise, but he knew that his grandfather, not to mention being old-fashioned, had always sneered at the current popular culture that tends to be foreign.

Unexpectedly, today I took the initiative to accompany him to fall in love with him!

He muttered silently in his heart, Xinhuo Studio, Niubi!

What surprised him even more was still behind.

When the scroll turned and a line of running script appeared, Jeff Lin almost jumped up.

"Good word! Good font!"

"Who wrote this? Not even Zhang Yaoting has the ability!"

Jeff Lin was shocked.

Then, the voice-over sounded.

"Fei Guang Fei Guang, advise me to have a glass of wine!"

His body trembled suddenly!

"I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick."

"When the moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's fry life!"

Jeff Lin opened his mouth wide, his eyes were full of envy and shock!

His mouth was gurgling, and he could no longer speak!

"Eating bears makes you fat, eating frogs makes you thin."

"Where is the god, Taiyi's there!"

He stood up abruptly, and the cup in his hand fell to pieces with a snap!

Lin Xiaobao was dumbfounded.

"Grandpa, you..."

"Do not talk!"

Lin Jiefu yelled violently, and shut up immediately after being frightened by Lin Xiaobao.

He danced and danced, muttering in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

"There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a candle dragon underneath."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat. Make it impossible to return to the court, and unable to lie down at night."

"Of course the old don't die, and the young don't cry!"

Jeff Lin's body kept shaking, as if he had been electrified!

Lin Xiaobao was about to cry in fright, he was trembling and wanted to make an emergency call and call an ambulance.

It took half a minute for Jeff Lin to recover.

Before he knew it, his face was covered with tears.

He let out a long sigh, his tone was complicated, amidst the surprise, there was also a bit of depression.

"Unexpectedly, I can still see such poems in my lifetime!"

"I'm also conceited about my talent, but in front of this poet, maybe I'm not even as good as a babbling child!"