I! Game Designer! Drive the Little Girl Crazy at the Start

"Finally it's easy."

The online debate about the law of the dark forest came to an end, and the game was on track. Qiu Yaoyang stretched and leaned lazily on the gaming chair, enjoying this little peace.

Since I came to this world, I haven't been as relaxed as I am now for a long time, and I have been falling apart like a string. I want to make my own good games wholeheartedly, and I also want to revitalize the domestic game market of the Dragon Kingdom.

And now, his idea has been initially realized, and the next step...

Qiu Yaoyang thought so, and slowly fell into contemplation.

The next second, Meng Qihang knocked on his office door.

Qiu Yaoyang raised his head suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, he took a deep breath and asked hastily.

"What's up?"

Meng Qihang didn't notice that Qiu Yaoyang was thinking before, but now he bumped into it, a little embarrassed.

"Uh... a director named Zhou Tianhua is looking for you."

"Make tea, I'll be there in a minute."

Qiu Yaoyang pinched the bridge of his nose, calmed down, and muttered.

"Director? What do you want me to do?"

."Forty Twenty".....

In the reception room, Qiu Yaoyang and Zhou Tianhua met. Almost at first sight, Zhou Tianhua had a great impression of Qiu Yaoyang.

"Hello, I'm Zhou Tianhua. I want to adapt Xia Ke Xing into a TV series. I don't know if you have this intention."

"Can I ask why?"

In Qiu Yaoyang's previous memory, he knew who Zhou Tianhua was, a well-known director of Long Guo.

But this identity not only did not reassure him, but even more aroused his suspicion.

"You also know that under the current situation of the domestic entertainment industry and domestic games, no one will do this to adapt a game."

"The risk of adaptation is too great, and it is difficult to please both game fans and drama fans at the same time, and there will always be a lot of controversy."

"Furthermore, in recent years, domestic games have not been good games, and many people in internal entertainment look down on film and television works adapted from games."

"I don't understand why you want to talk to me about adapting the game."

Zhou Tianhua pondered, and his tone was very solemn.

"I know what you're talking about. But I like the game Xia Xing Xing from the bottom of my heart."

"I was there at the peak team game of Xia Ke Xing, and I was deeply moved. Good works are easy to figure out, and the audience will definitely like to watch the works produced by such a good game."

Hearing Zhou Tianhua's approval of Xia Kexing in his tone, Qiu Yaoyang finally nodded.

"Thank you for the recognition."

No one would reject a person who likes his game, Qiu Yaoyang was no exception, the expression on his face softened slightly.

Now they can finally sit down and talk.

"I've played Xing Xing Xing, a very good game, so I actually have a question, is there a protagonist in this game?"

"...Yes, but it has not been discovered by the player yet, but it is estimated that it will be soon. Someone has already triggered the preconditions. It is estimated that it will appear in two or three days. I can bring this first. Look, if you want to adapt it, I feel pretty good too..."

Qiu Yaoyang pondered for a while, adapting something, he naturally did not resist, after all, it was also an improvement for them.

Having said that, Qiu Yaoyang stretched out his hand and invited Zhou Tianhua and his assistant to the screening room.

As the 'president', Meng Qihang also came over because of curiosity.

He has never heard that there is a protagonist in the Xia Xia Xing. Isn't this an open world of Xian Xia?

If there is a protagonist, what kind of existence is there?

Zhou Tianhua and the little assistant sat in the center of the screening room, and Meng Qihang sat behind them.

The little assistant was curious.

"I don't know what kind of story this is. I heard that the CG of Xia Ke Xing is comparable to a blockbuster. I hope this is the same."

"It shouldn't be bad."

Thinking of what Qiu Yaoyang said just now, Zhou Tianhua secretly looked forward to it.

Qiu Yaoyang called up the data, and a CG image that had not yet been played in front of the player gradually lit up, a figure looming, accompanied by a very deep voice.

"I was buried in the sky, I walked against the sky all my life, and I was invincible all my life. What can I do?

"Funeral Day..."

The scene just began to drink heavily, and a figure appeared in an instant. In the sky, there was a gray cloud, like a black cloud covering the city, which made Zhou Tianhua's breath stop for a moment, and there was a feeling of breathlessness.

A figure raised his head contemptuously, his eyes revealing reluctance, but also with a strong unyielding.

However, the picture is enough.

Then in the picture, a flower appeared.

A flower of the other side fell slowly and leisurely in the air, fell to the ground, and gradually a blood-red liquid seeped out and spread quickly, and the surrounding area was dark red, like a purgatory.

'Thousands of calamities, a hundred lifetimes of hardships, from time immemorial, at the click of a finger. ’

'It does not die, it does not destroy its soul, it shakes the past and the present, and it is unmatched. ’

'One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, one song and one sigh, one person in one lifetime. ’

'The other side of the flower blooms, the flower becomes the world, one leaf pursues, the reincarnation is endless. ’

'Searching all over the world, breaking through the eternal divine prohibition, fighting bloody battles in the void, walking dead in the world, sighing in the air, and burying myself here. ’

The text appeared and dissipated, and four big characters with domineering side leaks emerged.

Buried in the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven.

Zhou Tianhua watched it thoughtfully, and kept thinking in his heart, what kind of story is this, and whether it can be used to make a TV series.

However, from the current point of view, there should be absolutely no problem. His initial impression of this funeral is that of a stalwart man who will not yield to the sky.

Such a protagonist....

Zhou Tianhua only peeped at the spot, and felt that the adaptation was absolutely stable.

When the voice of the narrator sounded, he was seized by the voice, and he could never think of any questions about the adaptation.

Under the gloomy sky, a man in black clothes held a long sword and stood on the sky with his back to the picture...  

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could feel a strong indifference and loneliness from this back, as if the whole world could not enter his eyes, and there was no one who could match him.

In contrast, there are hundreds of immortals flying with flying swords, exuding an intimidating spiritual pressure.

Everyone looks different and their clothes have their own characteristics, but when they come together, they become a powerful coercion that makes it difficult for people to face them.

But this mere coercion in front of that person is not worth mentioning.

How can the light of a grain of rice compete with Haoyue?

"Funning day! Today is your day of death!"

"Oh."

Funeral Heaven's unconcerned reaction angered the leader, and he led a group of fellow immortals and Daoists to attack the funeral day mightily.

Countless spells appeared in the sky, hundreds of immortals, just to kill one person.

Fighting, blood, screaming, perishing...

After a bloody battle, the figure was still standing in the air, and the color of the black robe darkened slightly. The tall figure has become invincible, as if nothing in the world can defeat him.

For a moment, Zhou Tianhua felt the throbbing from his heart.

Next to Zhou Tianhua's assistant and Meng Qihang, just looking at the screen, they were out of breath, their breathing seemed to be suppressed, and only the proud figure remained in their minds.

That is the funeral day, and there is no opponent in his life, just like the isolation of Gao Feng.

Born from chaos, it does not die, and it does not destroy the soul.

Everything in the world is a snap for him, no matter how many people challenge him, it will always be someone else who fails in the end.

It can be seen in just a few pictures that he is arrogant, invincible, a sharp sword unsheathed, sticks to the morality in his heart, and kills all the people in the world who deserve to be killed. 5.4

"Funeral Day..."

A woman appeared in the picture, her voice was low, her face was pale, and she was as thin as a gust of wind could blow her away.

The woman was terminally ill at first sight.

But her voice made Futian look back suddenly.

Different from the sharpness when confronting the enemy, the funeral day at this time has a warm expression, as if removing all the thorns from his body and exhausting all the softness.

If he hadn't just seen him kill the Quartet, I'm afraid everyone would think that he was like this.

Looking back to see who it was, the expression on his face softened suddenly, he took a few steps closer, took off his coat and put it on her, and closed it gently.

"How did you get out?"

"I want to accompany you to see the prosperity of the world again."

The funeral day fell into silence, but the sadness in his eyes could not be removed.

The picture began to become dark, as if the heart of the burial day.

New words appeared on the screen.

'Heaven and earth are the game, all living beings are chess, everything is suffering, only one can overcome it. ’

'The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, but there are many things in front of the bridge. ’.