My Idol is So Cute

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'What the hell?Chinese? '

'Wait, I remember that this anchor seems to be a man! '

'Yeah, I remembered, didn't this anchor play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds and LOL before? '

'When you say that, I seem to be a little impressed. '

'Mengxin doesn't understand, isn't this the live broadcast room of the Japanese lady? '

Liang Mo's head was full of black lines when he saw these words!

Co-author Now this live broadcast room is not mine anymore?

Wait, the point is not this, the point is that I have already said that she is poor, so can't you consciously order gifts?

Liang Mo felt that this was the worst audience he had ever led.

The audience is just like the readers. Sometimes the author asks for a blade, a reward, or a recommendation ticket, and most of them will ignore it.

If the author said to ask for leave, googoo, etc., one by one would be resurrected with full blood in an instant...

"Ahem, this is my live broadcast room, and I lent it to her." Liang Mo said, "I remember talking about it the first two times."

'do not remember. '

'My mind is full of meow meow meow, who cares what you say. '

'The last broadcast was Resident Evil, I remember the young lady was talking about it the whole time. '

'Stop playing, anchor, hurry up and be our translator! '

'Yes, I remember this anchor went to study in Japan. '

'... By the way, why have I not been here for a while, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room has changed?Isn't this a chat room? '

'What kind of live broadcast room for chatting? This is the live broadcast room for listening to the cute voice of the young lady. '

Because Liang Mo opened his mouth, the bullet screen was chaotic. There were several groups among them. One was Liang Mo's hardcore fan group. There were two people, and the situation was not clear yet.

One is a group that only listens to the voice of Fubuki Baishang, probably dozens of people.

One is a group calling on Liang Mo to become an interpreter as soon as possible. There are probably dozens of people.

One is a group that asked about the relationship between Liang Mo and Baishang Chuuxue, and asked about Baishang Chuuxue's information. There were probably dozens of people.

Liang Mo's statistics made him suddenly feel a little sad.

This is really my live broadcast room!

Forget it, I wanted to translate it for them, let them Google it themselves!

Thinking of this, Liang Mo said: "I'm going to take my sister to play games, so go ahead yourself, don't think about asking me to do anything."

'Damn it, this is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water! '

'Please answer, sir, isn't the anchor afraid that we won't watch or buy gifts? '

'There is no one who buys gifts at all, what is there to be afraid of, I have watched him live broadcast for so long, and I have never seen a few cards, and they are not enough for his Internet fee. '

'How can I threaten the anchor? '

'Will sending him a blade help him make a fortune? '

"Agent, what are you talking to them about?"

At this moment, the sound of blowing snow on the white sky appeared again.

'I am dead……'

'It sounds so good, what if I can't hear it in the future? '

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

As soon as Baishang Chuixue opened his mouth, what Liang Mo had said earlier was drowned out by a large barrage of barrage.

Even Liang Mo's two die-hard fans turned their backs in an instant.

'The anchor, hurry up and chat with the young lady, let her say a few more words. '

'Let her sing, let her sing! '

'Let her be elegant and butterfly a few times. '