Chapter Seventy-Seven: Do What You Want

Zhao Yu used to be an abandoned house, every day at home in addition to reading novels is to watch anime, Guoman and Japanese comics, he even watches happy bears when he is bored.

If there was a chance to choose from the beginning, let him choose whether to enter the Condor Shooting or enter Qin Shi, he would definitely choose Qin Shi without hesitation.

Compared with the Legend of the Condor Heroes, which only has novels and live-action TV series, the girl in the anime is more flawless, and it will make him feel like it, so there will be countless paper wives.

Although Huang Rong is also a character in the novel, her appearance is amazing and almost perfect, and she is also one in a hundred million on the earth.

But Zhao Yu still didn't have any special thoughts about her, this is the gap between the second and third dimensions.

After all, only novels and animations can appear in novels and animations, with peerless and flawless appearances like Huang Rong and Shao Siming.

In addition to the thighs, almost all girls cannot reach the level of the two-dimensional paper man's wife.

Even if the world has become a real existence now, Shao Siming may not be as beautiful as Huang Rong, and Yue'er is not as cute as Huang Rong, but the expectations in Zhao Yu's heart are completely different from the impression at the beginning.

So after thinking of this, Zhao Yu, who was still disappointed just now, instantly became excited.

"Qin Shi Mingyue, I'm in this, and although the force value in it seems to be much higher than that of the Condor Archery, I still have a full 10,000 fan value, which is definitely enough, not to mention that the fan value will continue to ...... later."

So after it was settled, he turned the light screen back to the live broadcast interface again, ignored those FFF groups, and sent a barrage out.

[Everyone, the decision has been made, and the next world is ...... Qin Shi Mingyue!!! 】

As soon as his barrage came out, the audience in the live broadcast room became agitated.

[Qin Shi Mingyue? Are you sure? When to go? 】

[Wow, I want to see Shao Shao, I don't care, Shao Shao is mine, no one is allowed to rob it]

[Qin Shi Mingyue? The anchor doesn't go, the people there are all pretending to be criminals, and you can stand still for a long time by casually posing a cool pose and saying an inexplicable word, and you can't afford to provoke it......]

[Haha...... The truth about pretending to be a convict in front]

[What? Someone dares to pretend to be forced? Arrest them and let them know how powerful the wrestling β™‚ police are]

[Quietly contracting Yue'er, no one should find out, right? ] 】

[Is the anchor going to leave the Condor Shooting? ] I haven't seen Xiaolongnu yet, I haven't seen Li Mochou yet......]

[Don't pay attention to the front, the anchor will go to Qin Shi Mingyue very quickly, there is really nothing to see in the Condor except for Huang Rong's little Lori! ] 】

……

Seeing that there was a dispute in the barrage, Zhao Yu didn't care, because he had already made up his mind to go to Qin Shi Mingyue, and he would leave when he brought Bao Xiwan out.

The speed of the little red horse is very fast, and it may be sixty or seventy yards when running at an ordinary speed, and only this kind of martial arts world can have such a powerful sweat and blood BMW.

You must know that the maximum speed of a normal horse on earth is only about 60 kilometers per hour, and the normal speed of a long-distance run is about 20 kilometers per hour.

But the normal long-distance running speed of the little red horse is at least sixty or seventy per hour, which is already a very fast traffic speed in modern society.

So it took them a long time to get out of the city before, but it was only a cup of tea to go back.

At the gate of the city, the two turned over and dismounted, and after entering the city, they performed light skills all the way to Zhao Wangfu, while the little red horse ran back sensibly to find Guo Jing.

However, Zhao Yu felt a little strange, because Huang Rong, who had always talked a lot, hadn't even said a word since just now.

Instead of looking at her directly, Zhao Yu moved the light screen in front of him and observed Huang Rong's expression through the light screen.

The little face is slightly red, which should be the reason why I am a little tired from performing light skills.

So Zhao Yu slowed down a little more, although he felt that it was already very slow.

Well...... Yes, Zhao Yu couldn't see anything except that Huang Rong's little face was slightly red.

He is not the protagonist in those novels, he can see the other person's thoughts from the subtle expressions of others, and even more powerfully, he can even directly see what the other party is thinking through his eyes.

In the face of this advanced skill, in addition to shouting a sentence of 666, he can only say that he can't learn it, and he can't learn it.

Maybe this is one of the abilities of the protagonist's aura, anyway, Zhao Yu doesn't have this ability.

So he decided to come up with a simple and crude method, that is, to ask directly when he met someone he didn't know.

There is nothing that cannot be solved through communication, and if it is not resolved after communication, it means that communication is not enough and needs to be done again.

If it doesn't solve the problem again, it means that the depth of communication is not enough, and an in-depth communication is needed.

So while slowing down his speed, Zhao Yu approached Huang Rong and asked in a low voice.

"Rong'er, why haven't you spoken since just now?"

"Huh? That ......"

Huang Rong, who was concentrating on performing light skills, heard Zhao Yu's words, and instantly became confused and almost fell off the roof.

Fortunately, Zhao Yu was next to him, and hurriedly stopped and helped her.

"Are you alright?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay......"

After being stabilized by Zhao Yu, Huang Rong hurriedly replied with a red face, and then stood in place in a daze without saying a word.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yu felt a little strange.

But I didn't know what was going on, so I could only look at the light screen, wanting to see if there was a barrage god who could give good guidance.

[Awesome, this is the third time that Huang Rong's little Lori almost fell, it was definitely on purpose, right? ] 】

【Secret Skill: Flat Fall】

[And this kind of operation?] 】

[I laughed to death when I fell on the ground, but this is not a flat fall, it should be called a roof fall, 233333333]

[Can you do whatever you want with light work? It's not wrestling yet, haha......]

[Wrestling β™‚? (Manual Funny)】

[Sorry, the old brother in front, you can do whatever you want]

[Do whatever you want? Wouldn't it be more free for me to send a barrage every minute? 】

[Don't go, send a barrage every minute in front, are you serious? ] There must be some ulterior deal with the anchor, right? 】

[Send one in a minute? Isn't it only possible to send one every two days? I don't read much, don't lie to me]

[The front looks like it's coming from behind, that old brother just now seems to be called Gao and far away, and he provided the anchor with great plot information before, so he got permission to send a barrage every minute]

[Damn, kill the permission dog]

[Forget it, don't talk about these uncomfortable things, let's play idiom solitaire, I'll do it first, do whatever I want]

[Do whatever you want]

[Do whatever you want+666666]

……

Seeing that the barrage was full of unserious words, Zhao Yu was also disappointed in these unreliable old drivers.

So he didn't care about these small details, and after being informed, he set off again, and Huang Rong followed closely aside.

Although he didn't see the information he wanted from the barrage, he also reminded Zhao Yu of something.

……

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PS: Some people will wonder, Fenghua, why is the barrage full of old drivers, playing with stalks 6 to flying, is it true that billions of people around the world are like this?

There is only one reason for this, and that is that I ...... all those serious barrages. Not! Write! Go out! Come! Yikes!