Yun Tuan suddenly realized that Ning Xixi was not giving up. She was using Jing He’s shortcomings to persuade potential opponents, but she seemed to have misunderstood.
Yun Tuan reached out and patted the tentacles near Ning Xi's head, pretending to pat his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in him at all. I only have live broadcasts in my heart, so just chase him boldly."
Ning Xixi’s expression was not pretty, “The last person who took a picture of me was already covered in ulcers and died.”
Cloud:...
"You mean, do you have an infectious disease? Or a terminal illness?" Yun Tuan frowned, her brain working rapidly, thinking about self-protection plans.
Five seconds later, Ning Xixi was completely furious, "What are you doing? Get off quickly!"
All of Ning Xixi's tentacles started to squirm, entangled with Yun Tuan's limbs and torso, trying to pull the other party off, but Yun Tuan seemed to be coated with 502 glue, tightly hugging her head and the most important two
Root tentacles!
"I won't let go until I die! If you want a terminal illness, let's get terminally ill!" Yun Tuan hugged Ning Xi's head tightly, secretly glad that he had accepted Jing Yu's devil training.
With this kind of attack speed, most people cannot escape.
Ning Xixi’s hair stood on end, “Are you crazy!”
"You scared me first!" Yun Tuan yelled with a pinched neck, not daring to let go. Ning Xixi's bad luck, which is close to metaphysics, is really an indiscriminate attack. Once he leaves the safe range, he will be attacked. p>
The only way to survive is to stay near the star.
Ning Xixi: "I didn't scare you!"
Yun Tuan: "Then I can't let go!"
888, who was hiding in the corner, saw this scene and thought deeply - Damn, they are so powerful, they look like people when they quarrel, this year's year-end assessment is too difficult!
A mechanical female voice suddenly appeared in the dormant cabin:
[The core energy source has been destroyed and the backup energy source is being activated.]
A ray of green light enveloped Ning Xi, the clouds and the debris on the ground.
……
Jiangzhou Mansion.
Jing He was wearing a security uniform, leaning against a pillar in the hall and lazing around.
After a while, he angrily stared at Jing Yu who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. He really couldn't figure out why - he was obviously the European Emperor, why did he only get a security guard identity after entering the dungeon...
Not far away, a spherical marble slowly rolled under the influence of natural hot spring water. The piano music played in the hall was intermittently, like an old and broken gramophone.
"390, come and sit down."
Jing Yu raised his head, and the monocle in his right eye reflected a cold light.
Jinghe jumped up, his legs were a little numb, he limped and threw himself on the sofa, "Thank you, brother~"
"It's time for you to go on a mission. The longer you stay here, the easier it will be for you to pretend to be a cyborg." Jing Yu stared at the cracks in the old newspapers, looking at some fraudulent advertisements asking for money.<
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"I have to wait for a round of answering questions. I don't know what a professional black fan is. I have to get the start-up capital."
"Why didn't you ask Yun Tuan just now?" Jing Yu flipped the newspaper and the paper made a crisp sound.
"Even if I'm not in the fandom or chasing celebrities, I still know that anti-fans and zombie fans are not the same thing, okay?"
One type survives by posting unnutritious troll comments, and the other type relies on bottomless revelations about celebrities’ pasts and private lives, or excerpts of the other person’s remarks, quotes out of context, and personal attacks, in order to sway the perceptions of some passers-by.<
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If you think about it with your knees, you will know that these two are completely in opposite camps.
If we insist on finding something in common, it would be that they all make money without conscience.
However, this copy is different from reality. Zombie fans and anti-fans are not human beings, and all prosperity is an illusion.