Chapter 1168: Black Knight (middle)

After a lapse of nearly four hours, Miss Ruiwen, who was almost listed in the network chronicle under the name of "the strongest standby in history", finally shakes the "camera"...not only the camera, but she also started to move.
He left the reception room silently, and went straight back along the route he had come in the morning.
The time is now... 12 o'clock noon.
Uh, is it just as Zhong Man had previously thought about it, is it to cooperate with the third gate security to get off work?
In any case, this kind of strong contrast that has been dragged out for a long time is like a shot of the heart, and the number of half-dead barrages in the live broadcast room suddenly skyrocketed:
"After get off work, tears are ingrained in my eyes."
"Unexpectedly, I could stare at a reception room for four hours... Okay, I admit that there was a desertion in the middle. Now the question is, did the fighter miss a desertion?"
"It's the toilet over there, why don't you go?"
"It's nice to get off work, Miss Ruiwen, we will come back tomorrow."
"Go back, please be sure to learn the common sense of webcasting ah ah ah..."
"Become a great anchor for a 100-day free course for a limited time, don't you come with one set?"
Regardless of whether it is an iron fan or not, at such an exciting moment, I am really sorry for the four hours of long wait and torture without complaining. Regardless of the noise and chaos of the live broadcast room, Ruiwen did walk out of the building.
At this moment, she was standing at the top of the steps more than ten meters high, her eyes turned upward. In the empty sky, a dark shadow hovered and made a rough squeal. It was the ink that hadn't been flying where it was before.
Zhong Man can't help but think of the article "Deep Sea Praying Buddha".
If, if the ink can really follow up and Ruiwen can respond to the messages in the live broadcast room, even if it is to discuss bird breeding knowledge with you, and teach you how to raise such a strong and spiritual bird, the live broadcast room said It can explode with heat.
Assuming it was meaningless, Ruiwen stood there quietly, her perspective gradually shifting from the sky to a head-up, and the scenery presented in her horizon was similar to the one shown in the preview this morning.
It's just... it doesn't seem to move anymore.
Don't!
Zhong Man almost knelt down to Ruiwen.
At present, the devil's eye girl half-plane, because of Uncle Deep's post, the atmosphere has just gotten on the right track.
It's different from the posts that were blown up by the Global Support Club and then collapsed. The Deep Sea Prayer Buddha set the tone for the post from the very beginning. After a few days of academic debates here, a group of relatively rational "neighborhoods" have indeed been gathered here.
Even though the "Essence Thirteen Minutes" is actually a few of them, as time goes by, there are still silly dogs shouting hard, and more and more live broadcast materials are passed in—even if it can’t be recorded. Screen, pen-hold shooting is always possible, and there is never a shortage of strong people who have time and do not believe in evil on the Internet.
With the joint efforts of many people, the whole process of "13 minutes of essence" has been pieced together bit by bit inside the post.
At this time, plus Ruiwen's re-action, it makes everyone more excited. It is really a good time...Don't collapse again!
At this moment, Zhong Man's mind was fighting. She wanted to take out a video from Sea Fishing King more than once, but after hesitating a few times, she resisted it.
Whether it is the live broadcast itself or the reaction of the fans, at least it has crawled out of the big pit, and there is no need to do risky things-she is really a little afraid of the peculiar "Mr. Sea King".
That guy doesn't seem to be an annoying person.
But whether it's the deep sea worship of Buddha or the king of sea fishing, in the face of the general situation, it is not the key.
The key factor in today's event is Ruiwen.
The food in front of Zhong Man’s eyes is almost cold, she still can’t take care of it. She only prays that Miss Ruiwen must be more flexible.
At this moment, in the ambient sound recorded in the live broadcast, footsteps sounded, and soon followed the tickle greeting:
"Miss Ruiwen."
It was Ertu who was talking. The guy who disappeared completely after 8:03, quickly walked to Ruiwen's side, and slumped again:
"Miss Ruiwen, good news! At present, the other party has initially agreed to the relevant requirements, and has also sent a docking person. It is said that they have set off and will be able to come soon."
Ruiwen deflected her gaze slightly, still only letting his jaw and chest look into the lens, and the position of the viewfinder was almost the same as in the morning.
Ertu certainly couldn't grasp this kind of detail, but continued to communicate politely: "It's late, our company prepared a potluck at noon, and I also invite Miss Ruiwen to appreciate..."
On the barrage in the live broadcast room, "Why did you go early?", "Weasel to the chicken New Year's greetings", "Spoken lip service", "Miss Ruiwen, don't listen to him, or come home with me." Right..." things like that.
Whether Ruiwen saw this or not is not clear to anyone, but for Ertu’s politeness, she did not give a clear answer, and she was still standing there, which was tantamount to putting Ertu aside.
Is it angry because of the slowness of the three gates security?
When this thought flashed through Zhong Man's mind, the ink in the sky screamed again, constricted his wings, and flew down. It wasn't until the figure almost completely covered the lens that it spread its wings and slowed down again. The stubby claws seemed to be directly buckled on Ruiwen's thin shoulders.
Ouch... Does it hurt?
There was a similar situation in the morning preview, but it was not directly shown in the camera. Now seeing a big bird with a wingspan of almost one meter wide hitting it head-on and grabbing it directly on the shoulder, the visual impact was still very strong. There is no cushion on Ruiwen's shoulders, and anyone who looks at it will frown.
All of a sudden, words like "I rely on" in the live broadcast room were endless.
When the ink wings were completely converged, and the visual scene was re-exposed, the audience found that the direction of the angle of view seemed to move down a little further, including the wide and unobstructed front square of the Sanzha security.
I don't know if it is an illusion. Zhong Man feels that Ruiwen's sight seems to have a focus at this time, a bit like the effect of algorithm intelligence optimization-a small area at the end of the far field of vision seems to have become more textured.
A few seconds later, at that location, dark colors were mixed in, and then quickly zoomed in, gradually forming a recognizable outline.
At the same time, or even earlier, the original quiet Sanzha security office area, sounded the roar of traditional oil and gas engines.
The dark outline that appeared in that focal area was finally restored to a quite chronological sidecar three-wheeled motorcycle, which came along the road of the square.
Driving this retro mechanical vehicle is a knight armed to the teeth-this is not an exaggeration, but this one is wrapped in a very hard-line protective gear from head to toe.
When he was far away, most of the audience thought it was a regular motorcycle suit, but when he really waited for him to drive the motorcycle to park under the steps and look up, what Ruiwen showed in the lens was clearly a set of passing special Asian Light-treated metal armor.
The mechanical texture is almost integrated with the vehicle he is driving. When people face the dark and cold mask, even if they are in a low position, they feel very hideous...
Well, a good description is of course "brilliant and extraordinary."
"finally come…"
Ertu murmured from the side, the sound was not loud, but it was clearly presented in the ambient sound of the live broadcast.
At this time, the "armored knight" below was in the car and waved to the top of the steps. His movements were unexpectedly large and exaggerated, which eliminated some coldness and coolness, and showed a seemingly cheerful personality.
Soon, his greeting came up, but the person he greeted was somewhat absurd: "Hi, Mr. Ink, long time no see."
"..."
Neither Ruiwen nor Ertu on the steps responded and could not respond. The subject being greeted is boringly picking feathers with a thick beak, let alone taking care of it.
Soon, the knight got off the sidecar, and under the metal protective gear, he appeared tall and tough, stepped onto the steps lightly, and continued to ascend.
Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room react:
"Damn, what is this? Iron Man?"
"Black Knight...Cyberpunk version."
"Hey, it's obviously an inner armor that has just become popular in the military. It can be used with advanced exoskeleton combat equipment."
"Before, send a purchase link!"
"You should go to the anchor's merchandise column... By the way, do you want the phone number of the Xiacheng Military Equipment Department?"
"Really, the production team funding is the wind blowing?"
"The most important thing now is the person...what's the matter with this person, Ruiwen's companion?"
"It looks handsome."
"Could it be that vampire? It feels much taller."
Thanks to this set of full-wrapped armor, since Ruiwen’s live broadcast, apart from the vampire Ronan and Zhong Man, the only object with a clear full-body image has naturally aroused heated discussions among the audience.
At this time, Ertu rarely added in a timely manner: "This is the special environmental treatment expert we hired outside last year. He has partnered with Miss Peony and is responsible for the collection of clues and the handling of dangerous situations in the edge of the wilderness..."
With a few words of effort, the "Black Knight" has already stepped up the last few steps, leaning toward Ruiwen after a few meters away:
"Hello, Miss Ruiwen."
The voice hummed through the helmet, but the words were clear, and there were a little random pauses and long notes, which matched his cheerful movements before.
He quickly straightened up and said in a more hearty voice: "Before the official introduction, in fact, I want to say that as an active participant in the live broadcast, if you can give me a complete positive shot next, I will not be at all. Mind."
Ruiwen did not respond, but the focal length of the lens did not change, still accommodating the person's complete upper body shape.
Just under Riwen's gaze, the "black knight" who felt a bit overly active took off his helmet and exposed his true face to the undeflected lens.
The next second, he clamped the helmet with one elbow, and stroking his chest with the other hand, leaning against Ruiwen again in the manner of a Western-style nobleman:
"Salute to you, Miss Ruiwen, I am Long Qi, a former consultant of Sanzha Security."