Maybe I didn't expect my fans to talk to me like this.

Or maybe his brain is a little unconscious, he really hypnotized himself, and felt that this fan was also bought by Jiang Qiuqiu's side, Henry Wang was very angry and quarreled with him directly in the live broadcast room.

He and this top 10 have different opinions.

He said: Did you know that during the tasting, there were more people talking in my live broadcast room than next door?

List 10: Knowing is knowing, is it possible that you think you are really delicious?

Top 10: Do you know why the next door doesn't speak? The people next door are eating, who has the leisure to post a barrage? It's too late to eat!

At this time, Bang Shi said something that made Henry Wang particularly heartbroken: It's really delicious, everyone is eating, so I don't have the heart to come out BB Lai.

As a local tyrant, Bang 10 also has a pump, and a group of people are scuffling in the barrage, and after Terry led a wave of Jiang Qiuqiu's fans in, he saw such a scene.

The whole live broadcast room was chaotic, and the combat effectiveness of that fan was also very high, which directly made Wang Henry so angry that there was smoke above his head, his body trembled, and his face was red.

Jiang Qiuqiu's fans asked in the group:

- That's it, are we still going to talk? It seems that his own fans don't believe it.

- Will it be not enough for us to join the melee at this time?

- Why don't we watch the play!

- +1 for watching the play

So everyone decided to watch the play, and Henry Wang was scolded in a hurry, and he said bluntly: "What do you know? Know the inside story? The boss of Jiang Jiu's branch is the general manager of the Federal Live Broadcast Company. ”

[People are the anchors of the Shaodong family, and there is no reason to target you, is there any benefit to you? ] 】

"There's a special relationship between us, she's definitely going to target me, I-"

Thinking of something, Henry Wang suddenly stopped, this matter has not been exposed, he can't just talk nonsense, otherwise it will be a mess at that time, and the federal live broadcast company may not be able to tolerate him.

He refused to say anything more, but this sentence attracted the attention of the spectators, and they left messages on the barrage to provoke him, but he refused to say anything anymore.

only insisted on stealing tickets and having shady scenes, but not many people echoed him, and some people thought it was boring and had already left, Jiang Qiuqiu's fans also felt very bored, and thought that they would never have to come to this live broadcast room next time, it was too low.

At this time, 2 hours arrived.

All the voting was over in the real sense, Jiang Qiuqiu and Henry Wang's live broadcast room was blackened, and then split, the system announced the PK winner, and then quickly canceled the title of Henry Wang's live broadcast room.

The crown of the first anchor of the federal food zone fell on Jiang Qiuqiu's head.

A group of fans didn't bother to stay longer in his live broadcast room, and quickly returned to Jiang Qiuqiu.

And the fans who were originally in Henry Wang's live broadcast room didn't bother to watch him anymore, so they dropped most of it directly, and there were only sparse crowds left in the live broadcast room, and some of them were hang-up parties.

His live broadcast room was completely empty.

Henry Wang looked at the empty live broadcast room, and wondered why it was suddenly like this?

Isn't his cooking delicious?

He has obviously won so many anchors, why does he look so downcast?

Even if he does lose? It doesn't mean that, does it? Why did fans abandon him one after another?

Just as he was staying, a line of words suddenly appeared on the barrage:

[Your live broadcast room is really getting more and more boring......]

[It used to be all about food and family affection, but now it's all left to tear up with the neighbor, I'm here to eat and relax, not to watch a fight movie. 】

[Forget it.] 】

Another wave of people fell out of the live broadcast room.