……

Soon.

The Song family felt it.

What it's like to be slapped in the face.

She has always felt that a boy playing a female hero really reduces her image.

But.

This orange fights.

It's really not something that ordinary people can show.

She didn't have level four at the beginning.

He took a blood.

The speed of changing equipment is simply against the sky!

Halfway through the fight.

Song Jia Nyima looked stupid!

In the barrage, everyone is shouting "66666" and "My husband is awesome!" "My husband is the best in the world!"

I have to admit it.

This orange has two brushes.

Song Jia watched him kill double, three, four, and even five kills the whole time.

Carry show turns the audience!

The crystals on the other side have been blown up!

Only the last one remains, and the big guys are all like their hearts are dead.

No matter.

It's all dead anyway.

I've been abused!

There is no need to struggle.

An orange doesn't drag the mud and water, and it bursts the last crystal in a few seconds.

The sign of victory shone brightly here.

"See no, there are no heroes who can't be oranges, only heroes that oranges don't want to play!"

"Even if my husband plays Cai Wenji, he is also the national costume Cai Wenji."

"One thing to say, Brother Orange's operation level is really getting more and more six."

"Why don't you go professional, this level is simply the leader of several teams in the circle."

"Fans have asked, Orange has his own ideas, it's good that we support his decision!"

"Harm, I think at the beginning, the amateur race was shocking, although the orange wore a mask, but that height, the figure of the hanger, and the eyes, I am really handsome and weak!"

"Today is also a day to wait for the orange to show its face, well-behaved PJ."

Fans brushed their confessions, and a few simply chatted in the barrage.

Because as we all know, an orange is another habit.

You must take a ten-minute break after a handful.

In these ten minutes, he will occasionally give some lottery gifts, or answer some barrage questions.

When it was relatively rare, he would draw two fans from the barrage in three rows.

There was a young lady who was lucky enough to be drawn before.

As a result, the competition has not yet begun.

I fainted excitedly at home.

Song Jia looked at these gossips......

It's a little complicated in my heart.

An orange seemed to cast a spell on the group.

One by one, they are like a cult.

Originally, she thought it was a lot of girls.

As a result, she found that there was no difference between men and women!

Both male and female fans seem to have been poisoned.

Rockets, aircraft carriers, and aircraft carriers are sent one after another.

Although during this period, an orange has already said three times: don't brush gifts.

But they're still crazier.

Until—

"Swipe the gift again, and it will be broadcast today."

The boy's faint voice came through the microphone.

Clear and clean.

"The old rules, obedient."

He added.

It was originally a casual remark, and I hope you don't brush gifts anymore.

As a result, a large group of fans were stunned and frantically brushed the barrage.

Female Fans:

"My husband made me obedient!"

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead......"

"I can actually hear the happiness of being a girlfriend......

Male fan: "Okay, okay, are the oranges still sown?" ”

"Listen to Orange, I still don't know much about the Angela equipment in front of Orange, can I say it again?"

"Okay big brother, hand the big brother a cigarette."

Song Jia's eyes were going to be dazzled when she saw it.

It's rare.

The boy really explained it to them carefully.

His voice was steady, and it seemed to be deliberately low.

Don't want to be heard?

Song Jia thought to herself.

She was wondering why this man's voice was so familiar.

The style of the barrage suddenly became?

"Pu Jia Cangcang was drawn into the sailor competition?"

"I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm sour!!"

"I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate! Why isn't it me in the third row! ”

"dbq, suicide 88.".

Merry Christmas. 】