With Huo Yao's words falling, the camera next to her has been directly aimed at her.

The girl is tall and thin, wearing a sportswear, casually pulling sleeves. Her tail is spread on her shoulders. She is lazy and loose. Her black mask covers most of her face, and her deep eyes slowly sweep through the camera and withdraw.

This shot, suddenly, the screen in the live broadcast room was painted again.

[sleeping trough, my sister is so sad, this look is so amazing. 】

[in a word, killing a chicken made me hear a trace of dislike. 】

[ha ha, my brother is despised. 】

Huo Xiang followed his sister and touched the tip of his nose, "sister, have you killed chickens?"

"No Huo Yao didn't lift his eyelids. His voice was cool.

Huo Xiang:

The yard is very big, and the program team has few chickens. In addition, other groups of guests are also trying to chase chickens, so the whole yard is in a mess.

Huo Yao pointed to two chickens in the corner that no one came to catch. He tilted his head and looked at Huo Xiang, "which one do you want?"

Huo Xiang's cheek trembled, "ah Either one will do

The point is that we can catch it.

"Yes." Huo Yao nodded his head, and his tone was as light as catching a chicken but coming at his fingertips.

[ah, it's so fake. Look at other people. Yin Hai and Xiao moling dare not speak in this tone. Just pretend. 】

[black powder upstairs? What did sister say? I can't stand such people. 】

[come on, sister. It doesn't matter if you can't catch it. Brother will help with the dishes. 】

on the other side,

on the other side,

Zhuo Yun, holding a mobile phone, has been staying in the live room of Huo Yao and Huo Xiang, watching some black powder bullet screens, and can't help skimming their lips. "These fans know a fart. Miss Huo's hands are of matchless value, and they don't look at a chicken

Yang Yi, sitting next to him, gave Zhuo Yun a look of disgust when he heard this. This product is really enough and has developed into a brain powder of Miss Huo.

"No, I've got to make a stand." When Zhuo Yun spoke, he ordered the gift area below, and even brushed hundreds of small red flowers, which soon washed away the bullet screen.

Yang Yi's eyes fell on zhuoyun's mobile phone screen, "hundreds of small red flowers are called prop Chang Zi?"

No two hundred dollars.

So it's fake.

Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and muttered. "I'm poor."

Yang Yi: "ha ha."

Min Yu leans on the back of the sofa, his mobile phone is on his knee, his eyes are casual, and his white fingers lightly touch on the screen.

"A hundred rockets, where are the local tyrants?" Zhuo Yun exclaimed.

Ten thousand soft dollars for a rocket, 100 companies So, Zhuo cloud subconsciously raised his head and looked at his master sitting opposite.

There was no emotion on her gentle face.

Maybe he thought too much. Zhuo Yun withdrew his sight.

As soon as the unknown local tyrant's rocket came out, the little red flower was instantly brushed down.

The whole live room was also surprised by the sudden reward, and soon the popularity of Huo Xiang's Live Room soared a lot.

Huo Yao didn't know what was going on in the studio. He swept around the yard and finally landed on the basket beside the courtyard wall. He walked over and picked up a chicken in one hand and went to the target.

Huo Xiang followed him silently, looking at his sister holding the basket. He did not get close to the chicken. He saw that the basket made a curve in the air, and she threw it lightly.

And then Huo Xiang's expression froze.

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