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[It's so miserable to walk up the mountain by yourself when you go out. 】

[This is one of the top ten most haunted houses in the country. It would be nice if the taxi didn’t treat Zhuang Zhuang as a ghost when it heard the coordinates]

[Laughing, I have been in the live broadcast room for so long, I finally found the bad point of the haunted house, it is inconvenient to get in and out! 】

[It’s good to go out for a walk more, buy a bicycle for analysis, and you can also exercise when you go up and down the mountain by yourself~]

Zhuang Jiuxi was unpacking the courier. He casually scanned a few bullet screens, and immediately showed a puzzled expression, "Why do you have to go out? You have the Internet, a computer, a mobile phone, and food and drink. Are you unhappy staying at home?"

He said as a matter of course: "If the owner doesn't mind, I can live here until I die and never go out."

Netizen: ? ? ?

[As expected of you, Zhaizi! 】

[You still want to die in a billion-dollar mansion, you are thinking about farts. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi shrugged his shoulders, he just said casually, it was a surprise to seize this opportunity to earn some money, how could he dare to dream of permanent residence!

"One billion is still the valuation of more than ten years ago. If the negative impact of the haunted house can be eliminated, the price may increase ten times." He said casually.

[It's hard to say, little brother, you'd better leave as soon as possible after your contract with Rongshen Manor expires. 】

A netizen with the ID "I just have the succession to the throne" said: [Rongshen Manor is not so easy to eliminate negative influences, nor is it as simple as you think. 】

It can be judged from the tone of voice and attitude whether it is a threat or knowing the inside story.

Zhuang Jiuxi stared at his words for a few times, and quickly judged that this person belonged to the latter. His heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Why? Even if I live here for three months, it will prove that the house will not be dead. Can't you?"

I just have the throne succession: [It's useless if you live for three years, and people will still die in the future. 】

[Is there any melon?prick up your ears]

【Come on, come on, Brother Emperor, talk more~】

I just have the succession to the throne: [Rongshen Manor has a history of nearly a hundred years. It has been rebuilt and repaired many times during this period, and has changed many owners. Every time they live in it, they will become richer and richer, but in the end they all die unexpectedly. , and will die worse and worse. 】

He is a VIP user, and he happened to use red fonts. Rows of bright red text floated across the barrage, and as the content deepened, it became more and more eerie and eerie.

The last four words make people unexpectedly think of the massacre of Miemen 15 years ago.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room became more and more creepy.

The netizen also seemed to have discovered this problem, so he didn't go any further, and then apologetically gave Zhuang Jiuxi a seafood feast worth 1000 yuan, and then disappeared.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed thoughtfully.

If it is said that the manor has changed many owners, then could his ghost brother with golden thighs be one of the owners, that's why he was trapped here and couldn't get out.

As expected of my ghost brother.JPG

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic."

Seeing that many netizens were scared and quit the live broadcast room, Zhuang Jiuxi immediately changed the topic. He took out the frying pan from the delivery box, showed it to the camera, and said calmly: "YG's new product , let’s try to see if the stir-fry is good today.”

Netizens made sharp complaints: [I'm trying to see if I can fry the pot. 】

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..." What a loss, this group of people!

【Punch in! 】【Punch in! 】

[Is this the live broadcast room of Little Prince Frying Pot? 】

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I want to ask if I really know how to fry pots? 】

What the hell?

Zhuang Jiuxi and his fans were taken aback by the sudden flood of barrage, the number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly increased, and the background subscriptions directly climbed to six figures.

How could there be so many people rushing in suddenly?

And it is not the local painting style of Ganfan platform at all.

[We came here after seeing the video on Weibo~ Wow, the anchor looks very good-looking, do you have a beauty face? 】

Weibo video?

What did Zhuang Jiu think of? He opened Weibo according to the information on the bullet screen, searched for keywords, and saw a funny blogger with millions of fans posted a video not long ago, the name is: I want to see it How strong is this pan?

He turned on the video tremblingly, and then an explosion sounded throughout the live broadcast room: "Boom!"

This is an accelerated version of the ghost animal video.

In the video, Zhuang Jiuxi was making grapefruit candy. With a bang, the pan exploded, scaring him to hug the refrigerator next to him.

"Bam—!"

The pot exploded again, and he covered his ears with his hands in fright.

"Bam—!"

The pot exploded again, he squatted on the ground and turned off the fire with difficulty.

"Bang bang bang bang-!"

The sound of the frying pan continued one after another, forming a joyful melody. In the last part of the video, Zhuang Jiuxi squatted on the ground carefully poking his head out, and then showed a pleasant smile: "This time there is no frying!"

He lifts the lid off the pot.

The yuzu sugar paste turned into black cinders.

The first hot comment: Is this the little prince of the frying pan, the heir of the dark cooking world?

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..." YG's publicity is a bit too stupid, right?

[Hahahahahaha laugh TM to death! 】

The audience in the live broadcast room were also fortunate enough to watch the entire video with him, and the audience burst into laughter in an instant.

[Someone actually recorded the whole process, oh my god, I almost burst into tears from laughing. 】

[I saw the name of Zhuangzhuang's Weibo, and I have followed it. 】

[Analysis of Weibo name, please share! 】

【He called: I am poor and crazy】

Netizens are really sharp-eyed.

Zhuang Jiuxi sighed, and sat up resignedly. He opened the backstage of Weibo and looked at it, and found that the number of trumpets that originally had 0 fans has increased rapidly, and there are more than 1 fans in a short time.

Now it's all right, the fans in the entire live broadcast room know that he is poor and crazy.

[No wonder he can live in a haunted house with peace of mind, what the hell is he afraid of, our Zhuangzhuang is already a poor ghost, perfectly blended in (dog head)]

[Zhuang Zhuang usually manages more Weibo and live broadcast rooms. People's live broadcast rooms will name their fans, and we also want to! 】

"Do you want it too?"

Zhuang Jiuxi said expressionlessly: "My surname is Zhuang, and you can call me Wooden Zhuang."

This is pure revenge.

Fans resolutely rejected this ugly name: [You are still called Xie, isn't it good for us to be called sister Xixi, next time you fry the pot and let us be Xihe again, you won't think we are yin and yang. 】

"What a loss!"

Zhuang Jiu couldn't take it anymore, "It's embarrassing for you to talk like this, how can I have such a group of fans, it's all good bamboo shoots bad bamboo shoots, you just call them bad bamboo shoots!"

He said, without waiting for everyone to refuse, he immediately changed the fan sign in the room to Bad Sun, and he helped a few fathers who spent the most money to be administrators.

Evil bamboo shoots: "..."

Thanks to the immoral publicity of YG Wok Pot, and he was recommended by the platform on the home page, the traffic of Zhuang Jiuxi's live broadcast room exploded that day.

Because there was no live broadcast in the morning, Zhuang Jiuxi had to work overtime until late at night today. After dinner, he conveniently put the selfie stick in the restaurant, and found a comfortable place to sit down lazily.

Nothing to do, let's chat for a while.

"Boom-"

The bell of the antique clock rang as always, and the long melody spread to every corner of the manor. The breeze blowing the garden outside the window made a rustling sound, and the camera recorded all the beautiful scenery of the courtyard under the moonlight.

It was the first time for the netizens in the live broadcast room to see the manor in the middle of the night, and they were instantly amazed.

But no one will notice that in the corner of the courtyard where the camera can't see, the ghostly black shadow stops silently, and Zi Youyou's pupils watch all of this calmly.

[With such a good background and atmosphere, it would be a pity not to play some exciting games. 】

[Does the anchor play pen fairy? 】

"I'm not playing," Zhuang Jiuxi said calmly, "I'm not the protagonist of a horror movie, so why do I have to prove myself with some deadly actions."

The evil shoots said faintly: [Newcomers, don’t be tempted, we Zhuang, we are greedy, lazy, greedy for money and afraid of death, have no curiosity at all, and can survive to the last episode in a horror novel. 】

What a loss.

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't help but click his tongue, why bother, hurting each other.

The little girl who just came in didn't know the essence of the anchor, but was amazed by his appearance, and asked curiously at this time: [Does the anchor like girls? 】

"Yes," Zhuang Jiuxi thought for a while, and said seriously: "I like black hair, purple eyes, and white skin. The purple one is especially beautiful, mysterious and glamorous."

In a dark corner, Mr. Li Gui with black hair and purple eyes, pale and gloomy: "..." He slowly wondered if he had been maliciously molested by this brat.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "Not only that, but her force value is also very high, the kind that can be called top in the circle."

Mr. Li Gui, who had rescued the cub many times and killed the ghosts in the manor to almost extinction, frowned slowly.

This little brat still dares to push an inch.

The ghostly figure of Mr. Li Gui quietly approached the restaurant, and the temperature around him dropped, and the air was almost frozen.

At this moment, he heard Zhuang Jiuxi's sincere and hot confession: "Yes, I like her very much, she is the only wife in my heart!"

This is not malicious teasing, the brat is actually serious.

Mr. Li Gui's body froze, he pursed his lips, making his gloomy face look even more eerie, only the tip of his ear was slightly red.

In the next second, the ghostly figure quietly disappeared into the air.

"Ah!"

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't know that he was wandering on the edge of life and death. He suddenly felt that the air around him was a little cold, but it returned to normal in the next second. The alternation of cold and heat made his body, which was still a little cold, sneeze even more.

The boy rubbed his nose, then looked at the live broadcast room, there was a group of hahahahaha.

"Why don't you believe it?"

He expressed his dissatisfaction, and said righteously: "I mean it, my wife is Luna, and she is a jungle hero in Glory of Kings. My biggest dream is to practice Unlimited Chain under the Moon and show off my wife's demeanor." ?"

As he said, he opened Taobao, "I remember that my wife's figure is also online, and now I finally have the money to buy her home!"

Zhuang Jiuxi opened Taobao, and the exquisite hand-made pictures were vividly displayed in the live broadcast room, with long black hair and deep purple eyes, and the paper figure Luna was pleasing to the eye.

A figure is 3000 yuan.

Zhuang Poorgui took out his savings without hesitation and placed an order in seconds.

Bad shoots:? ? ?

[The screen of your fucking phone is broken and you still can’t bear to change it, so you can buy Sanqian’s figure? 】

This is really a dear wife!

"Of course it's my wife!"

Zhuang Jiuxi held the photo with crooked eyebrows and smiled. He thought, when the handicraft gets home, he can put it next to Gui Ge's memorial tablet, and let Gui Ge bless him to learn the unique skill of Luna's wife as soon as possible!

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