Local Tyrant Cultivation System

Chapter 133 [Please collect and recommend! 】

Hmph, isn't he just an old man?

Dare to come to the live broadcast, NND, I must beat him to the ground today.

"Uh, brother Li Tao, I'm going to connect now, please wait for me. What!"

With the help of the background staff, the live broadcast room of the good baby has been connected to another live broadcast room.

"Pfft, that's really the case!" The live broadcast room of the cute baby has just been linked.

In the live broadcast room, an old man in a white coat was beating a heavy drum in the live broadcast room, singing a song in Northwestern dialect.

Goosebumps all over the good boy's body when he heard it.

This is also called a song?
This is also called art?
Before the connection just now, the good boy was still a little unconfident, but he just entered the live broadcast room of the middle-aged bald man.

The good baby instantly beamed.

Sure enough, it is a land turtle.

Such a level dare to come to the live broadcast?
Holding the grass, the good baby swears a dirty word in the live broadcast room.

If the anchor swears swear words in normal times, it is definitely a very disgraceful thing,

But today is different, my dear, I feel that I can swear without any scruples.

Because, this song is really too ugly.

"Brother Li Tao, listen to it, do you think this song is particularly unpleasant? And this anchor, unexpectedly. Hehe!" Before he finished speaking, the good boy couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, good boy, your level is still high. Or wait for me with an old driver."

"Uh, that's right, wait for me with an old driver, you must kill him instantly!"

"Haha, yes, yes, dear, local tyrant Li Tao really likes to listen to this kind of song!"

After the good boy finished speaking, the fans in the live broadcast room were the first to fire.

I have to say that Good Baby is a very successful anchor.

The first step of connecting with the anchor is to find someone who is worse than yourself, and then let the fans belittle the other party. The second step is to meet the requirements of the fans and make them think that you are their angel.

It is precisely because he is familiar with this way that Good Baby can stand out among the new anchors and become a veritable anchor.

Just today, local tyrant Li Tao came to his live broadcast room.

The good baby couldn't help laughing.

From today onwards, I can also fly on the branches and become a phoenix.

Haha!

"Brothers, hurry up and throw some poop over there!" After the good boy finished speaking, countless fans threw countless poop emojis into the middle-aged man's live broadcast room.

In an instant, the screen in the live broadcast room was already occupied by the fans of Good Baby.

But Li Tao didn't pay attention to these things at all.

The sound of the drum just now was sonorous and powerful, and every time it was hammered, it was like the sound of nature. Not only that, but Li Tao also thought about it carefully.

It is not an exaggeration to say that without such a foundation for decades, there is absolutely no way to do it.

As for the singing voice, although the words are monotonous and simple, every voice has reached Li Tao's heart.

"But let Longcheng Fei be there, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan."

A simple poem by Wang Changling actually sang from the man's mouth with the feeling of being there.

This is simply...

Li Tao looked at the man in the studio and couldn't describe it in words.

"Brother, can you still sing a song?"

Because Li Tao is a local tyrant in the Huafeng live broadcast room, every sentence Li Tao typed will directly flash on the screen.

This time, not only Li Tao, but everyone else in the live broadcast room can see what Li Tao said.

"What? Playing a song?"

"I'll go, how is it possible? Isn't Li Tao the local tyrant." The fans of the good baby really want to say whether Li Tao is a joke.

But Li Tao is a local tyrant.

Even if he wanted to say it, he couldn't say it so bluntly.

"Does this old man know some magic tricks? Even Li Tao, a local tyrant, is fascinated by him?"

"Uh, Enen, it's possible, local tycoon Li Tao will come back soon. Our good baby is even better."

"Hey, our good baby was actually bullied by an old man, brothers, hurry up and get ready to gather!"

After saying this, countless poo emojis have been launched in the middle-aged man's live broadcast room.

There have been countless poops in the middle-aged man's live broadcast room.

"I'm dizzy, there is still such a coquettish operation!"

The man used to be a drummer and participated in many rock bands, but later all the musicians went to auditions, and as time passed, the rock bands gradually disbanded.

Later, the man still persisted in his yearning for music, so he simply became a wandering singer.

A while ago, others said that it is good to do live broadcasts online, so the middle-aged man wanted to give it a try online. What if one day he could promote China's rock culture?

However, the live broadcast has been live for more than a month, and the middle-aged man doesn't know why, his fans in the live broadcast room just can't get on.

Occasionally, one or two people come to have a look and then leave after cursing a few words.

Just when the fans of the good baby threw poo at the man's live broadcast room.

His dozens of poor fans wanted to fight back, but they were already drowned in the ocean of poop from the good baby fans.

"Brother Li Tao, how can you do this? He won't do it!" As he said that, the good baby had already pulled down his little bellyband a little bit, revealing the two big buns on his chest.

The good baby is also going all out.

How could she, a beautiful female anchor, be compared to a stinky guy?
The good baby said it couldn't be done.

"Hello, local tyrant Li Tao!" Although the middle-aged man didn't know Li Tao.

But seeing the splash screen message from the local tyrant Li Tao, he greeted Li Tao.

"I've been live streaming for more than eight hours, and I'm a little hungry now, can I make instant noodles first?"

He didn't wait for Li Tao to reply after speaking.

The middle-aged man had already taken out half a packet of instant noodles left over from his morning meal and soaked them in the live broadcast room.

no way.

The man shook his head helplessly.

Like their older generation, there are really few rich people who engage in music.

Looking at the half pack of instant noodles in the bowl, the man was a little helpless, but also a little excited.

A music festival is being held in northern Shanxi these days, and he used the meal expenses as travel expenses in order to attend the art festival.

Helpless, only eat instant noodles every day.

"I'm dizzy, I'm actually soaking instant noodles in the live broadcast room."

"That's right, this anchor is really not up to standard!"

The fans of the good boy saw the other party soaking instant noodles in the live broadcast room, and they almost didn't spray him to death.

Hmph, the poor man, the spicy chicken, the poor who can only eat instant noodles and come to play live broadcast.

Worthy!

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The black fans in the live broadcast room kept spraying him, but the man didn't seem to notice.

Because, he looked at the half pack of instant noodles in the bowl and he already laughed.

(End of this chapter)