Qiao Weitang switched the computer screen to Xiao Zhangnan's live broadcast room.

Turning on the screen is a lightning strike.

The special effect of 999 small bean sprouts has not disappeared, and there is a green patch floating on the barrage in the entire live broadcast room.

The male anchor was still on the camera, and the little bean sprouts directly piled up his face impenetrable.

[Hahahaha, the first man in history to be drowned by small bean sprouts. 】

[Arrogant: Although I'm not a human, Brother Dog is really a dog.] 】

[I laughed to death, and he threatened us not to let us say that my sister was here in person. 】

[Wow, sister is here to the arrogant live broadcast room, welcome, scatter flowers and firecrackers. 】

Qiao Weitang looked at the small bean sprouts that filled the screen, and looked at a certain dog thing that was complacent with a smile.

"Happy? 999 small bean sprouts cost 999 RMB. ”

Jiang Tong snorted arrogantly from his nose, "Happy." ”

Qiao Weitang: "......"

Gotta buy a thousand dollars for fun.

He really has what he can do.

Xiao Zhang was so trembling that he didn't even dare to speak, Jiang Shen was so fierce.

It's not easy to even chase a goddess these days.

The misanthropy suddenly shouted Qingliu's name in Maili, "Hey, Liu'er." ”

Qingliu responded lightly, "What's wrong." ”

The world-weary asked curiously, "Didn't you like Jojo before?" Did Jiang Tong do anything shocking to you? ”

As the words fell, there was a dead silence in Maili.

Qingliu: "......"

Qiao Weitang: "......"

Ning's EQ is really high.

The two male anchors trembled and did not dare to speak.

The misanthropy of the world is indeed worthy of the name, vicious and terrifying, is this question that ordinary people dare to ask?

[Misanthropy??? I felt embarrassed across the screen. 】

[Qingliu: In front of Jiang Tong, you ask Lao Tzu (swear words)]

[Jiangshen's 999 small bean sprouts warning. 】

Qingliu calmly sank down, understanding that he was not misanthropic and troublesome, he was stupid, or simply curious.

Qingliu said calmly: "No." ”

The misanthropy seemed to be completely unaware of their embarrassment, "Huh? It's not scientific, with the urine sex of this dog man, how can it not be tricked......"

Qingliu: "Shut up. ”

The world-weary voice was stunned, "Damn, why are you murdering me?" ”

Qingliu: "......" you should.

The world-weary muttered a little unhappily, "It's not that you still have a ...... for Qiaoqiao now"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Qingliu's somewhat stern tone, "Misanthropy! ”

Qiao Weitang held his forehead with a headache.

Qingliu's reaction fell into the eyes of the misanthropy, that is, he was so angry that he lost his mind.

So Qingliu said that he has someone he likes now.

That person is really Jojo.

The misanthropy snorted coldly, "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

Anyway, he didn't, he knew it all.

The barrage in the world-weary live broadcast room is closed, and what fans are saying he can't see at all, and he doesn't want to see it.

Suddenly, I saw a shining nobleman in the lower right corner of my live broadcast room.

In less than ten seconds, the live broadcast room slammed the familiar small bean sprouts.

smashed down one by one, until the live broadcast room was green.

What's the situation???

Qiao Weitang finally heard that the world-weary shut up, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, I heard a world-weary scream from Mai Limeng.

"Jiang Tong, you are nervous, what kind of small bean sprouts are you brushing for me, brush them for Qingliu."

Qingliu: "......"

If this thing were to sit next to him now, he would be able to slap ten people to death.

Qingliu really couldn't stand it, so he changed his mobile phone to switch to WeChat login, and secretly contacted the misanthropy behind the live broadcast.

The misanthropy was curious about how Qingliu ignored him, and there was a dingdong sound on his phone.

The misanthropic nerve is coarse, and I cut the picture directly without thinking too much.

So the people in the entire world-weary live broadcast room can clearly see the world-weary WeChat chat records.

The huge remarks are clear.

sent a sentence.

Qingliu: Shut up the microphone and be quiet.

【？？？ Isn't there something wrong with this style of painting.]

[Liu'er hahaha, Liu'er finally couldn't stand it anymore, and directly chatted privately about the world-weary hahahaha. 】

[Ahhhh 】

[Liu'er definitely didn't expect that the world-weary public chat record was watched in the live broadcast room hahaha. 】

[Today's live broadcast is not a loss to me in the countryside to watch it with phone bills, and it is very heartfelt. 】

The world-weary doesn't watch the barrage, and he doesn't know how to use the live broadcast system, he naively thinks that the interface of the projection screen has always been the room interface of the glory of kings.

So he replied directly to the clear stream.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: ??? Why

Thunderbolt King Kong: If you are in the same line with me, it doesn't matter if you don't show happiness and excitement, and you still dislike me for talking too much and don't let me speak???

Clean:......

Qingliu: No.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: You still say! I'm talking to you, and you're still murdering me!

Clean:......

Thunderbolt King Kong: I'll shoot in a moment, and you dare to rob me of hanging up.

Qingliu: Okay.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: You help me.

Clean:?

Qingliu: No.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: You can't help? What about the five positions of the professional players? Did you get in?

Qingliu: Speak well.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: Oh.

【！！！！！！！ 】

[Ahhhh 】

[It turns out that I hate my father behind his back is a fried hair, Liu'er is a cold and abstinent attack, I love it too much. 】

[If this doesn't count as love??? 】

[I'm the only one who found out that the misanthropic screen name is Thunderbolt Little King Kong, hahahahaha]

[Please get married on the spot, it's too spoiled.] 】

Qingliu stared at his barrage, and suddenly found that they were still brushing their expressions.

The live broadcast room is full of yellow face pictures with flowers and drooling.

Suddenly raised his eyes and looked over, it was really terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that this goldfish didn't have this gift, Qingliu was surprised and thought that Jiang Tong came to brush it.

He frowned a little puzzled, and asked with a microphone, "Why are you brushing this expression?" ”

Barrage: [Flower heart drooling .jpg]

Qingliu: "......"

Among them, there are also fans who don't understand and are holding question marks.

Barrage: [I don't understand the private chat, I'll tell you, the heart is drooling.jpg]

Qingliu was confused.

It's really hard to bring netizens this time.

The opponent's grouping has not yet been decided.

Qingliu looked down again at his conversation with the world-weary WeChat.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: ???? Ignore me

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: What about people

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: Are you still closed in the team microphone? Why the hell am I still playing with me in silent protest of disappearance?

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: What's wrong with the support? You look down on the auxiliary, but there is a strongest assistant Qiao Qiao in the national uniform in our team, or the lover of your dreams, and I can't help you if I know it.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: ...... Chengbei, if you don't play, you won't play, if you don't assist, it's okay, what's the matter, don't go back to me.

Misanthropic stares at the dialog box, which shows that the other person is typing......

Qingliu: Okay, I'll help you.