Chapter 889: :terrain

At that moment, it felt like a scene in a boastful journey to the west: Zhizunbao stepped on colorful Yunxia to rescue Fairy Zixia.
Seeing millions of people attacking this desperate audience, Feng Timo was unavoidably a little guilty.
Just as Timothy said two words for this person to save a bit of the situation, a sudden system prompt interrupted what she was about to say.
[Brother Luo] Present to [Feng Timo] 10 Buddhas jumping over the wall!
Later, ten Buddhas jumped over the wall and walked through.
The power of the Buddha jumping the wall directly emptied the bullet curtain wall, and a full 10,000 yuan just popped up in the live broadcast room of this new anchor.
As the Buddha jumped off the wall and slowly moved away from the screen, the dense barrage took over the live broadcast room again.
"666."
"It's really a local tyrant, no wonder he dare to save the United States by heroes, it seems to have confidence."
"Ten thousand, my monthly salary is only more than 3,000, and three months' salary has disappeared in the blink of an eye. It really hurts."
"This little anchor is going to be popular, so subscribe to a wave in advance."
The barrage is like a locust crossing the border, flying all over the sky, and the entire live broadcast room is black, full of barrage. If the barrage is not closed, the live broadcast is completely invisible.
The first time I saw ten Buddhas jumping over the wall, Timo couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed his eyes with his little hand and looked at the screen again. The full screen reminded Timo of what he saw just now. It is true that the ten Buddhas jumped over the wall. They did not look at them, nor were they dreaming.
My goodness! On the first day of the live broadcast, someone rewarded ten Buddhas who jumped over the wall, worth 10,000 yuan.
The eyes of the two were bulging, and the mouth was wide open. If the cherry was placed in her mouth, it could be put in her mouth.
Timo shook his head vigorously, took two deep breaths, and then vomited heavily, pressing down his excited heart that was about to explode.
Because of the rapid ventilation, the air in the lungs was too late to completely squeeze out of the body and stuck in the mouth of the respiratory tract, making Timo's face flushed. It may be held by the gas, or it may be caused by other reasons.
He coughed violently and said hurriedly.
"Hehe.....hehe, thank you brother Luo for the ten Buddhas who jumped over the wall. Thank you very much. Today is my first live broadcast. I am very excited to receive so many gifts. That, hehe, I don’t know. What a mess. Hahaha."
Excited, Teemo was a little bit incoherent, and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly adjusted his breath, adjusting his hands together on his chest, bending his upper body slightly to show his gratitude.
Lin Dong looked at such a lovely Timo and felt proud.
This money is also a good thing, 10,000 yuan is left in the original, Timo may thank you, but he will certainly not be so excited.
"Brother Luo, do you have any songs you want to listen to? I can sing it to you."
Even Timo himself didn't realize that he would become so close to Lin Dong's tone, but Lin Dong heard a bit of a babble, this is simply an artifact that an otaku will kill!
Sure enough, many otaku in the live broadcast room couldn't stand it.
"Wow, I can't take it anymore, whoever, I don't care who you are, don't grab Timo with me, Timo is mine!"
"What Timo is yours? This is clearly Timo who ran out of my house, Timo, be good, come home with me."
"It's over, it's over, it seems that this Timo is already a useless Timo."
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