I donated 100 million at the beginning

With the sharing of the live broadcast room, and the publicity of netizens on various channels such as bibs, Moments, and short videos.

Originally, there were only a million people in the live broadcast room, but the number of people online instantly reached tens of millions!

The value is still soaring!

The barrage in the live broadcast room has soared crazily.

Netizens come from all over China.

The barrage gifts in the live broadcast room are also constantly increasing.

Rocket!

Super rocket!

spacecraft!

Seeing these soaring gifts, everyone in the Flying Fish Club might have been very happy and excited at the beginning, but at this time, all of them looked heavy and watched the drone return the video quietly.

3 minutes passed.

In the undulating waves, Hu Yibao was still pressing Wang Bo's chest 1 times a minute without stopping.

"Captain, if this continues, Hu Yibao won't even have the strength to tread water!" Zhang Jia said to Cheng Yuan with a slightly excited expression.

"We must stop it!" Wang Heng said with a choked voice at this time.

Wang Bo is hopeless.

They didn't want Hu Yibao to have another accident.

The other team members also came to persuade them one after another, their voices choked up and tears gleaming.

"Captain, let him stop!"

"Yes, we can't go on like this!"

"Wang Bo can't come back anymore!"

"Leader! We must make Hu Yibao give up!"

Cheng Yuan nodded heavily, "Yes, I know!"

The drone approaches again.

"Mr. Hu Yibao"

As soon as Cheng Yuan's voice sounded, Hu Yibao suddenly turned his head and looked over, his eyes were full of anger.

"You fucking shut up!"

"I said that!"

"Wang Bo still has help!"

"He's not dead yet!"

The drones disturbed again and again, which had a very serious impact on Hu Yibao.

Wang Bo's chest presses per minute must be 120. Hu Yibao needs to count one after another. Less is useless, and more will cause irreversible harm to Wang Bo's chest. After all, he is exerting strength to give him press.

At the same time, the strength injected into the hands must be well balanced at all times, otherwise, it will cause serious damage to the organs in Wang Bo's body.

More importantly, Wang Bo's pulse was getting stronger and stronger, and he should wake up in 2 minutes.

Koukou Music Headquarters.

Just after Cheng finished the meeting, he received a live link from Yang Ming.

Solo Challenge [-] Kilometers

When Cheng saw the title, he sent a question mark to Yang Ming with a puzzled expression.

Although I sometimes watch live broadcasts, I never click into this kind of live broadcast room with exaggerated titles.

Yang Ming quickly replied, "Mr. Hu is broadcasting live!"

"Mr. Hu started a live broadcast?"

The corner of Cheng's mouth couldn't help but smile, and he quickly clicked on the live broadcast room.

But when he saw the content of the live broadcast, Cheng's face froze instantly.

On the rolling sea, undercurrents were surging, and strong sea breezes could even be heard. At this moment, Hu Yibao was supporting a person and giving him artificial respiration.

Layers upon layers of bullet screens in the live broadcast room were telling Cheng the cause and effect of this incident.

"It's a big deal!"

Cheng's face is serious!

In the Zhenguo martial arts hall.

The curator Wu Tian, ​​who was drinking tea leisurely, was suddenly yelled by a hurried voice.

"let me see!"

"Wow! Really!"

Wu Tian got up, walked out the door, and saw several martial arts disciples sitting on the steps, squeezing back and forth. The one in the middle was holding a mobile phone in his hand.

"What are you doing!?" Wu Tian frowned and scolded.

Those martial arts disciples immediately stood up respectfully, and the one in the middle was holding a mobile phone and said.

"Curator, we are watching Master Hu's live broadcast!"

In the entire Zhenguo Martial Arts Academy, Hu Yibao is the only one who can be called that.

Wu Tian's expression softened a little, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Show me."

Although Hu Yibao was his uncle, he was also a young man. Wu Tian wanted to see what he was broadcasting live.

"Yes, curator!"

The martial arts disciple respectfully presented the mobile phone.

Wu Tian lowered his head and looked curiously, his expression froze instantly.