Chapter 948： Male god, male god, do you still need a boyfriend who can live broadcast? 21.30

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Water broadcast? !

Luo Miao's expression turned bad.

His income today is less than 100,000.

Just gone?

And the point.

That's all his man's money!

It's all his men.

Heartache.

Those viewers in the live broadcast room who felt that they could see their faces in the next moment also felt chest pains.

A good live broadcast, if it is black, it will be black.

Obviously so good, they have to reveal the secret, where is the water.

angry.

There must be a little **** who is jealous of the high popularity of the anchor.

A group of people who can't find an outlet.

They poured into Pansha's live broadcast room.

Pan Sha was finally coaxed by Wang Hui, so she cheered up and started the live broadcast.

See the number of people who have lived up to the past.

The mood is very heavy.

There is no reward for seeing the live broadcast room.

Wang Hui was called away by his father on the way.

Without the support scene, it seems very cold and indifferent.

You must know this indifference, except for the two episodes that she just started airing.

None behind.

The gap made her almost cut her hands when handling the ingredients.

Now I see people pouring into the live broadcast room.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...

Finally stopped at 50,000.

Pansha was not surprised.

When the first two days were the hottest, she was only 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

Even at this moment.

He quickly showed a smile, and his tone was excited.

"There are so many cuties today, you..."

Before the words were finished, the screen was full of curses.

[You disgusting junior, say, did you report our anchor. ]

[It must be this ugly monster, it's really ugly people who make trouble. ]

[MD, I used to think you were pitiful, such a disgusting person, but now I know that you are the most disgusting one. ]

[Seeing that our anchor is hot, I'm jealous, right? If you dare to report it, it won't kill you and me. ]

...

Pansha's face turned pale.

They, how do they know?

Do not.

She was so secretive.

impossible to find.

Reluctantly raised a smile, his tone was stiff.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, who was reported? Why was it reported?"

Pansha is a beauty in her own right.

Otherwise, there is no way to hook up with Wang Hui.

And most of the people in her live broadcast room are men.

She looked pale and fragile.

Immediately make them soft-hearted.

It doesn't matter what those people who came in later mean what they say.

He tapped the keyboard hard and pinched it.

[Where is the pheasant, its mouth is smelly, get out. ]

[Don't be raised by a dog, eh~ How disgusting that is. ]

[I can smell a big odor through the screen, it's disgusting. ]

The audience in Luo Mio's live broadcast room are not vegetarians.

I used to be able to scold Luo Mio in different ways.

Now the number of opponents is obviously not as good as their enemy.

Even more brutal.

[Oh, you are so fragrant, so fragrant that you only know how to pick up smelly shoes that our anchors don’t want. ]

[I don't know how many dogs have gnawed on Pansha's dog's tail flower, and so many dog ​​things have come together. ]

[What's more, across the screen, across half the world, I can smell your stinky stench. ]

...

Pansha stared at the barrage that flashed rapidly on the screen.

fast.

She could only see a few of them.

But the content is that every time I see it clearly, my body shakes once.

How could this be?

"You guys, stop arguing, I, I..."

Not finished yet.

The screen flashed for a while.

All the barrages disappeared.

Pansha was stunned.

The audience in the live broadcast room also exploded with anger.

Dare to turn off the camera during the live broadcast.

Really.

awesome!

Report a report.

Give them an air of air.

Luo Mio was about to turn off the screen, but it was banned anyway.

I saw a surge in the number of people in the lower left corner.

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