Chapter 324: Miss Huo's hands are very valuable. Does it match a chicken?

As Huo Yao's words fell, the camera next to her had already directly aimed the lens at her.
The girl is tall and slender. She is dressed in sportswear. She is handsome in the casual pulling of her sleeves. She has a tangled tail over her shoulders. She is lazy. The black mask covers most of her face. A pair of deep eyes slowly sweeps across the camera. Take it back again.
With this shot, suddenly, the barrage in the live broadcast room was refreshed.
[Fuck, my sister is so shameless, this look is terrific. 】
[One sentence is not to kill a chicken, so I can hear a hint of dislike. 】
[Haha, my brother is disgusted. 】
Huo Xiang followed his sister and touched the tip of his nose, "Sister, have you killed a chicken?"
"No." Huo Yao didn't lift his eyelids, his voice was cool.
Huo Xiang: "."
The yard is very large, the program group prepares few chickens, and other group guests are also struggling to chase chickens, so the whole yard is a mess.
Huo Yao pointed to two chickens in the corner that no one came to catch, tilted his head and glanced at Huo Xiang, "Which one do you want?"
Huo Xiang's cheeks trembled, "Ah...any one will do."
The point is to catch it.
"Okay." Huo Yao nodded, his tone lightly as if he could just catch a chicken but come by himself.
[Ah, what a fake, look at people Yin Hai and Xiao Moling who dare not speak in this tone, just pretend. 】
[Upstairs black powder, right? What did the sister say? I can't stand this kind of person. 】
[Sister, come on, it doesn’t matter if you can’t catch it, brother will help wash the dishes. 】
On the other side,
Zhuo Yun held a mobile phone and stayed in the live broadcast room between Huo Yao and Huo Xiang, watching some black powder barrage, and couldn't help but curl his lips. "These fans know what a shit, Miss Huo's hands are invaluable. Don’t you see if it matches a chicken?"
Yang Yi, who was sitting next to him, snapped his lips violently when he heard this. He glanced at Zhuo Yun with a bit of disgust. This was really enough, and he had become a fan of Miss Huo.
"No, I have to go to a place." While Zhuo Yun was talking, he clicked on the gift section below, brushed hundreds of small red flowers, and quickly washed away the barrage.
Yang Yi's eyes fell on Zhuo Yun's phone screen, "Hundreds of small red flowers are called "Zhangchangzi?"
No two hundred dollars.
So it’s fake.
Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and muttered. "I am poor."
Yang Yi: "Haha."
Min Yu leaned on the back of the sofa, with the phone on his lap, his eyes casually, his white fingers tapped on the screen.
"One hundred rockets, where are the local tyrants?" Zhuo Yun exclaimed.
A rocket 10,000 soft sister coins, 100 consecutive... So Zhuo Yun subconsciously raised his head and looked at his master sitting opposite.
There was no emotion on Wenrunruyu's face.
Maybe he thought too much, Zhuo Yun withdrew his gaze.
As soon as the unknown local tyrant's rocket came out, Xiao Honghua was wiped down instantly.
The entire live broadcast room was also surprised by this sudden reward, and soon the popularity of the live broadcast room where Huo Xiang was located soared a lot.
Huo Yao didn't know what was happening in the live broadcast room. He scanned the yard and finally landed on the basket on the wall of the yard. He walked over and walked towards the chicken that was locked in the target with one hand.
Huo Xiang silently followed, watching his sister holding the basket, but did not get close to the chicken, saw the basket draw an arc in mid-air, and was thrown by her lightly.
Then... Huo Xiang's expression froze.