As a level 60 brother, Little Raccoon felt offended by her words.

It was as if I had found the feeling of being a novice account, and I instantly became interested. This anchor is different from others in that he knows how to play.

In the past, no matter whose live broadcast room he went to, he would not lick anyone wildly? Who would not be crazy about fawning over him? Why did he become such a disgusting existence here?

Although other anchors are trying to please, fawn over and even lick him in order to get tickets for his backpack, as a level 60 tycoon, how much money will he be short of?

But like Wen Xiaoxin, who had a lucky bag of 1 million dou coins and could give it away at any time, he was still shocked and started to argue with her.

Regardless of your level, there seems to be no difference in level in his eyes.

The little raccoon didn't get used to Wen Xiaoxin and dominated the screen again.

The little raccoon asked the anchor to answer questions! Send a carnival.

The little raccoon asked the anchor to answer questions! Send a carnival.

The little raccoon asked the anchor to answer questions! Send a carnival.

At the unexpected carnival, Wen Xiaoxin rolled her eyes and said, "You have such ugly special effects just for me to answer your question?"

"As a level 60 tycoon, I don't even have exclusive gifts, so I still use such an ugly carnival."

Although Wen Xiaoxin pursed her lips, she was extremely excited inside.

It was for the senior sister, half of it was for the senior sister, and half for herself as a shareholder. She was not afraid of offending the so-called big brother Shenhao.

One-tenth of Douyin belongs to me, so why am I afraid of you anti-fans? Should I be strong?

"Zhuge Liang borrowed arrows from a straw boat and hasn't returned them yet?"

"Of course I haven't returned it. I asked the enemy to give it to me because of my strength. Why should I return it?"

"This is common sense that normal people know."

"They are at war?"

The little raccoon made a barrage and laughed.

"Is this the anchor's IQ? Just stop broadcasting and go home to herd the cows."

"Although we are fighting a war, the straw boat he said borrowed arrows. Since it is a loan, it must be returned."

"It's like Zhang San owes you money, but you and Zhang San are in the same position. Do you want him to pay you back?"

Wen Xiaoxin was stunned and was immediately taken into the ditch.

"Of course I'll let him pay it back! It's only natural to pay back debts."

"Isn't this right?"

The little raccoon floated on the screen again and said slowly.

"Since he hasn't paid it back, does he become a deadbeat of the Three Kingdoms? Is it because all the big guys don't want to play with him that they retreat to Bashu?"

"this..."

"Yeah...that makes sense. Since I borrowed it and haven't paid it back yet, I must be an old bastard."

Wen Xiaoxin frowned, this Zhuge must be an old man, but he felt something was wrong.

"You, it's the anti-fans who are making a fuss!"

"Who can figure this out without a ten-year-old blood clot?"

Seeing Wen Xiaoxin frustrated and completely defeated by the negative fans in the live broadcast room, Xu Qingcheng burst into laughter with an embarrassed look on her face.

Being led into a ditch so easily?

She has finally seen Wen Xiaoxin's black fans. No wonder she keeps clamoring all day long to seal all the black fans in the world.

Their brain circuits are really not comparable to ordinary people. If it goes on for a long time, they will be mad to death one day.

"That's right, this anti-fan! He must be a ten-year-old blood clot, a real jerk!"

Only then did she realize what she was doing. She gave a lesson to the live broadcast room and persuaded the anti-fans to go to the hospital.

If your brain is useless, I suggest you donate it and leave it to those in need.

This is what happened in the live broadcast room, the anchor and the anti-fans were fighting each other.

Ye Chen, who had rested on time, was lying on the bed, but had difficulty falling asleep, feeling that something was missing.

In an instant, he suddenly sat up. He had activated the system, and he had 20 billion trial credits.

This has already wasted a whole day. No wonder I feel that something important has not been done. This will kill people.

Rewards or whatnot are not important at all. What matters most is to supervise this idiot Wen Xiaoxin so that he doesn't secretly play games again.

Ye Chen, who had a regular schedule, forced himself to find a reason.

As soon as I opened the private message from 99, I was instantly numb and speechless.

My following fans actually reached more than 300,000. I have to sigh at the charm of Shenhao.

Some are asking for attention, some are asking for support, some are even asking for money, and some want to give birth to monkeys.

I decisively returned to the homepage, and what was pushed was actually the live broadcast room of Teacher Erhu Xu.

And Wen Xiaoxin actually invited Teacher Hanhan to live broadcast together? Doesn't this occupy her live broadcast room?

And even started fighting with anti-fans?

Because I was stabbed in the back by the system, my half-year lifespan reward was deducted, so I refrained from paying for the live broadcast room occupied by Wen Xiaoxin.

Based on the urine nature of the system, Ye Chen did not dare to tip Wen Xiaoxin for fear of being stabbed in the back again.

With a swipe of your finger, the next one is the live broadcast of the little dolphin you are following.

And I'm playing PK, and it's quite miserable.

"What's the big deal, little Dolphin, there are more than 2,000 people in the live broadcast room, and you just bring 200 votes to compete in PK?"

"It's been five minutes. Can you move your health bar a little?"

"The blood bar was welded by you? Or was it anesthetized by you? I was so stunned that I couldn't stand up?"

The little dolphin squatted on the ground, unable to speak due to PK rules.

She clasped her hands in her fists and thanked every big brother and sister who gave her a small heart, a big beer, and supported her.

She silently endured the merciless ridicule of the male anchor opposite her. After all, she had no talent. To have gifts and more than 2,000 people was already pretty good compared to yesterday.

"I said, little dolphin, that's all you have on your terms? Why are you playing PK with me? It's just to lower my GDP."

"Brother Little Dolphin, tell me honestly, have you gone to the Demon Country to have sex reassignment surgery?"

"Otherwise, given your average appearance, how come you don't have a brother to protect your eldest brother?"

"If so, just blink and I'll ask my big brother to be gentle."

"I thought that us male anchors were the most humble bottom of Douyin Live Broadcast Room. I didn't expect you to be in a harder position than us."

"Tsk, tsk, I think you are not suitable for live broadcasting. Go find a factory to make screws. I will give you two hundred yuan for the fare later."

There are more than 2,000 people in the Little Dolphin live broadcast room, calling him "good guy".

The anchor opposite me was like a bitch, she started talking like a bitch, bitching, bitching, and snapping at her.

It seemed like he was ridiculing the anchor, but in reality he was poking holes in the fans' hearts.

Fans who were affected by their emotions couldn't stand it anymore and suggested crowdfunding for a carnival to compete for publicity.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Wan, for the two Douyin No. 1s you sent me!"

"Mr. Wan, let's not let this happen. We only have 2,000 votes on the other side. How can we use you to take action?"

"Mr. Wan, you have two Douyin No. 1, and the other person was directly choked. There is no suspense at all."

The male anchor opposite was so exaggerated that he even took out a magnifying glass and carefully looked at the screen.

"Where's the blood bar?"

"Why is the blood bar missing?"

"Did Mr. Wan use the blood bar disappearing technique?"

As the saying goes, when a man gets horny, women have nothing to do with him.

If a man complains, the complaining woman will have to step aside.

"Little Dolphin, I won't embarrass you. Let's do this. You will lose half the battle if you surrender. You see, my brother cares about you, right?"

The little dolphin squatted on the ground. Although he could not speak, he gave the other party a fierce look and waved his little fist.

With his eyes fixed on the PK screen, when the time came to three minutes, he stood up quickly and turned off the other party's mic.

"This guy is so girly, he's such a dick."

"The host opposite, did you eat shit today?"

Watching the comments from fans in the live broadcast room, the little dolphin showed a helpless smile on his face.

After all, I only have 2,000 votes, and there are more than 2,000 people. How can I compete with other anchors who have 10,000?
To be continued...