The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

“Dance your best strip dance for your brother. ”

“I can remember what you look like, give me another twist. ”

The barrage brushes fast.

It's filled with unspeakable or provocative words.

Su Yan took a closer look.

Because she was wearing a sick suit.

He also had gauze around his neck.

It's all in other people's eyes. It's all sexy.

“Oops, Lulu, are you going to play ward PIAY today? ”

“Lulu, this outfit is too conservative today. ”

“That is, somehow you have to show that little barbaric waist, otherwise how can I reward you??? ”

The more you brush, the more you brush.

More and more people are coming in.

Su Smoke supports the phone holder.

I took a glass and drank a sip of water.

Dumb noise.

“His voice was injured, he was hospitalized, and he couldn't speak. ”

After that, she never went to the barrage again.

I looked around and found a book.

She reached out and brought the book.

Sitting at the table, drinking water, looking over the book.

So, five minutes have passed.

It's very novel on the projectile.

“What's Lulu doing? ”

“What kind of fun is this?? Looks interesting. ”

“I hope it looks better than Lulu's. ”

One sentence after another.

Bullet brushes are full of fun to watch.

Half an hour has passed.

Someone's getting impatient.

“Fuck, fuck!!! What the fuck is going on? ”

“Boring! Don't look! ”

“Are you really reading?? ”

“How did my power exposure end up like this?? ”

“Shit, I wasted my reward money. ”

“Scared, scared, slipped away. ”

An hour later.

The audience that was supposed to stay here and watch.

Totally angry.

“Shit, I'm here to watch strip dance. Who wants to read?? ”

“Is this a voice injury or a brain injury?? Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?? ”

“Fucking boring. ”

“Withdrawn. ”

The barrage brushes are extra numerous.

Even more than every previous live broadcast.

It's just that it's always been a joke to praise gifts.

This time it was cursed.

Live is two and a half hours.

Su Yan sat there for two and a half hours reading a book.

Even Su Smoke didn't know when it was over.

She just looked up and quit the live feed.

The next two days.

Su Yan broadcasts live from 10: 00 a.m. to 12: 30 a.m. daily.

Not a word, just sit there and read.

And such a live broadcast.

Just started cursing.

Probably too strange.

Occasionally they sneak in from another live broadcast room.

“I heard that Lulu had turned evil into a strange thing, so I came to check it out. ”

“I'm going to read a book without saying a word. ”

“Bullshit. ”

The barrage wave after wave.

Gradually, someone began to adapt to her live broadcast.

Even became her powder.

“666, I really like you. ”

“Wow, it's so free to broadcast live, it's powdered. ”

Of course, this fan is only a small fraction.

Most of the passers-by turned it off after looking at it.

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On Saturday Sunday, Su Xiaohua was bored at home.

Probably too eager to find Su Smoke.

But I can't connect myself.

searching around.

Turn on Twitter and watch the hot searches hanging on it.

Look down.

Su Xiaohua flipped for a while.

Then the little finger nodded one of them.

Word after word, milk.

"Pass the gas net red and renovate the pattern."