Mo Yan was confused when she was told that she was going to attend a live video broadcast today.

"Live, live TV?" She opened her mouth wide, "Flash, studio? It's not going to be a worldwide live broadcast, is it?"

Ms. Reina calmly moved the glass of water in front of her a little farther away: "My Lord, please don't worry, it's just a small interview."

Reina waved her hand for the two attendants to come forward and quickly fix her clothes and hair.

"The interview is scheduled to last 30 minutes and will be hosted by Mr. Maris, the official commentator of Ovive Asia. Reina explained.

Mo Yan pulled a bitter smile, in the Federation purifier is still a public figure.

One attendant crouched beside her to straighten her complicated dress, while another stood behind her gently combing her hair and putting on a piece of jewelry.

"Master," the boy behind her whispered, "you have just lost some hair, can I have one?"

Mo Yan: "Huh?"

He immediately bowed his head: "I promise I won't do anything strange with it, I just want to keep it close to me."

Mo Yan: "Sorry, I'm afraid that's not very nice ......"

Reina came over and said sternly, "Shut up, who gave you the guts to disrespect the lord, why don't you back off now!"

The attendant fell to his knees with a thud, shivering with fear: "I'm sorry ......"

After he left, Reina looked at her with an educated look, "My lord, I know you don't care, but if you let their unreasonable demands go, you will be troubled, and there may be impure people who deliberately obtain your DNA to plot mischief."

Mo Yan was creeped out, and she looked at the teenage squire kneeling outside the door, sobbing. She had thought she was entering a wilderness survival serial, then realized it was a hot-blooded battle movie, and now it felt like it would turn into a high-tech espionage sci-fi blockbuster at any moment.

*

The only official media of the Federation is CMO (Central-Media-Of-Ovivia), their headquarters is located within the giant azimuth tower in the imperial capital, and there are many other lacy tabloids in the rest, such as New Era Entertainment and Zijing Miscellany are not qualified to conduct official interviews with the Purifier.

CMO headquarters has never been so lively. At the outermost edge, several hundred reporters formed a surging tide of people, crackling with flashing lights.

"Why has this new master not been discovered before?"

"Is there a mistake in the Federation's talent testing process."

"Are we to guess that she will never be the only one."

"Will the staff please answer the questions?"

The reporters held up their terminals to the staff, the media always has some means to get information, at the moment they are like cats who smell something fishy around the CMO headquarters, but there is a group of loaded soldiers guarding the entrance and exit in front, their sturdy body does not move, almost a fly can not get in.

And as the time gradually pushed back, countless drones began to circle around the orientation tower, and even appeared a military armed heavy truck, intimidatingly blocking the main road to and from.

Soldiers of the First Legion clad in black uniforms formed an impermeable wall to police the entirety of this field, and their numbers were still rising, even exceeding the size of the intercontinental head of state when he attended the event.

Some reporters have already transmitted the shocking images to the lace tabloids, which made the Federation's countless netizens waiting for the start of the broadcast could only look at the screen and gulp dryly, not knowing whether they were nervous or looking forward to it.

The last time a live global broadcast was carried out was when the heads of the seven continents met in unified talks, and the Federation has never set a precedent for anyone to do so for just one person.

The time of the live broadcast was late at night in Hobenra, but it was late in the evening in Kugadno, and the netizens, no matter what they were doing, put down their work at the moment and waited with their eyes on the official website page for fear of missing a second.

And the official website of the live screen, only a deep red velvet curtain, embroidered with the Federation emblem and the continental symbol of Oviwe Asia, the curtain in front of two solid wood chairs, the center of a small snow-white coffee table, in addition to even a moving are not.

The official website is not allowed to send comments, so all kinds of lace tabloid pop-ups will be brushed like water.

The netizens are full of questions: where exactly did this MASTER live? Was she born without being tested for talent? Where is her family and what exactly is her name? Is she really the Great Purifier?

The heat almost exploded and the live stream remained quiet until the appointed point of time to start the broadcast.

Just as everyone was about to break into song, a pair of legs wrapped in suit pants appeared on camera, and then a man with a big back haircut sat down - it was the first commentator, Maris.

The host took his seat first, and he waved his hand toward the camera with a smile on his face: "Hi~ everyone~"

Billions of netizens made the same sound: "Hello you big head!"

"Go away Maris, who wants to see you! Get lost!"

"You can't be lying to us!"

Some cranky people couldn't hold back, smashing keyboards, smashing mice, and some smashing their own monitors.

The crowd surrounding the CMO near the squatting even more manic, a polar bear gene of a big man roared, a slap on the street lamp, suspected of cracking the lamp post: "Get lost! We want to see the ......"

The next second, a figure lightly barged into the camera.

Mo Yan wearing a white dress dress, the skirt behind the layers like lily petals, her long black hair was cleverly woven, a grain of pearl embedded in the raven feather-like ebony hair, in the flash radiant glow, beautiful and exquisite just right.

"I'm not late, am I?" Mo Yan sat down and quietly glanced at the darkened camera.

The man beside her smiled at her and reached out to push over a card with the program's flow: "Not at all, Master, we'll start here."

The moment she opened her mouth, the live broadcast room exploded, and even the ultra-broadband StarNet server linked to the world lagged for a second.

[Miao Miao (Zone 10): Dad, why am I not Asian!

[Zhou Zhou (Zone 7): My God she is so beautiful ......]

-- Such and such pop-ups are flying at x9999 speed.

And Mo Yan, who was sitting in front of the camera, she ...... she didn't feel anything.

The studio is quiet and peaceful, the host beside him looks elegant and professional, everything is in order.

"I'm ready." Mo Yan sat up straight, coughing and patting his face to pull out a fake smile, unaware that the world was watching carefully.

The director standing in the shadows gave a symbolic clap of his hands, and Maris cooperated with the acting as he turned his head to look at the camera: "Hello, viewers from all continents of the New Federation, and welcome to CMO's special talk show."

"Our guest today is Miss Mo Yan, the newly detected Purifier talent of Oviwe Asia, who is also the 2nd Grand Purifier in this continent and the 8th in the World Federation. After thirty years, Oviwe Asia finally has another MASTER," he said in a loud, thumping voice, with natural pride.

Mo Yan was a little nervous for the camera, she nodded restrainedly: "Hello everyone my name is Mo Yan, I am a Great Purifier."

How the people on the network behaved is unknown, except that the crowd of eaters who were guarding the azimuth tower and watching was really exploding.

"Ahhhhh!" "It's true!"

All kinds of screams came out of nowhere, the emotional emotional point, even began to wipe up the tears.

The interview started. Just such a formal connection, or a live global broadcast, the content and form of the conversation was very surprising to her.

Not formal at all ......

After a short self-introduction, the first conversation is quite normal, Maris learned some basic information about her, but only what she likes to eat and drink, what color she likes and so on.

Later on, it slowly changed a bit ......

Maris legs folded, posture elegant and relaxed, as if chatting: "Your Excellency, you know that the whole human genetic variants are divided into a total of five categories, respectively, land beasts, water beasts, flying beasts, reptilian beasts and insects. These five categories are distributed in all walks of life, and there are many kinds."

"I wonder which of these genetic categories do you like the most?"

Mo Yan thought about it and laughed, "There is no good or bad genetic category, it's not good to choose."

"What if it's hard to choose one?" He narrowed his eyes, "For example, what animal would you consider to be your lifelong companion in the future?"

Mo Yan froze, she very keenly smelled the scent of Thule.

Pei Ji, who was far away in the 21st Legion assault battalion, Bai Yixing, who was sitting under the council's porch bridge, Jing Yi, who was undergoing special training for the naval corps, Joyce in the family meeting, and many, many strangers, all looked at the young girl in the live screen, expecting to draw a little other emotion from her face.

Mo Yan blinked: "Well ......"

As she opened her mouth, almost everyone was implicated in her thoughts.

"Preferably a warm-blooded animal, with fur that is soft and hot to the touch, a docile personality, not picky about food and not tearing up the house, and then not shedding fur for good care is also important ah." Mo Yan pondered, this is simply the perfect pet well.

The Maris on the side froze, if she were to say so, then the entire Federation of insects, reptiles and aquatic beasts genetics will almost all be PASSed ah.

Pei Ji hooked his lips and let out a light hum of determination from his nose; Bai Yixing shook his head with a bitter smile and let out a long sigh; Jing Yi averted his gaze expressionlessly, unable to see any disappointment.

Only Joyce seemed to be going to heaven, he grabbed the collar of the clan brothers at home: "Did you hear that, she said it exactly according to my standards! I'm so happy!"

The clan brother: emm seems to just demolish the family this one you are not qualified, right?

Because of this sentence, a large number of pop-ups made the star network were stagnant for so 0.01 seconds, then all the mass screen.

The polar bear man who took the lead in smashing the lamp post downstairs just now roared with fury: "I am the most docile, who wants to compare with me to be docile!"

The men of the reptile gene cried: "Although the body is cold-blooded animals, but we can carry hot water bags! In summer, we can also cool off!"

"I remember there is a clothing that can control the body temperature, who gives me the link, I immediately go to order!"

"Hello? Beauty salon? Please book my hair care kit for next week! The most expensive one!"

And certain people with a particularly keen sense of smell, including several of the biggest business giants in Ovivi Asia, quickly conducted meetings and finalized a series of marketing strategies almost instantly.

"The original first-line promotional products will all be replaced, put the focus on: beauty hair, thermostatic product marketing, all factories to catch up with production, can not appear out of stock!"

"If we can persuade master for our products for endorsement that would be the best!"

"Just allow the use of master's portrait on the packaging, sales will be multiplied several times." Excited heart, trembling hands.

Mo Yan blinked, she had no idea that because of a thoughtless remark she made, she had indirectly driven the development of certain industries in the federation, stimulated consumption, and also boosted GDP.

Maris pressed the miniature communicator in her ear, turned her head with a smile and asked her, "Master Sir, the guide asked if it was okay to cut to the audience call now?"

Faced with those small pairs of eager eyes, Mo Yan froze: "Yes ...... right?"

Afterwards, a drop of subtle current murmur appeared in the studio.

Receiving Mo Yan's questioning look, Maris smiled and explained, "It's nothing, the TV station's audience hotline was just busted."

Onlookers could not imagine how difficult it was to call the usually unattended hotline at the moment, with countless people trying to access it every second, including many network hackers.

"Is it me? Ahhhh master-sama I love you ahhhh! --" amidst a chorus of incoherent screams, the first viewer's call was unceremoniously choked off.

Mo Yan: ......

"Please do not engage in irrational courtship behavior, this will cause distress to your Excellency, the ID number is pulled black." Maris's expression was as motionless as frozen, "Please have a second."

This one was able to speak normally, and there were a few magnetic voices: "Hello Miss MASTER, I am from the capital of Hobenrau, I would like to be your sponsor, our Elivens family owns the Moonlight Reservoir, the vast woodlands of the Rock Mountains, and several copper mines, and there are men of the right age at home ...... "The caller was again cut off.

Maris is not the least bit surprised, the expression more than a little cold: "Please do not use the hotline to pull people across continents to advertise, the ID is permanently blacked out."

Mo Yan: ???