Xiong Xin's Fa Xiao has already talked about other things from the live broadcast.
They still have terminals and sensors, just to cast a vote at the end of the pk.
But now that things are a foregone conclusion, there is no need to keep watching.
"It seems that we can do without us? Why don't we leave early? I still want to go to an evening movie haha."
"Farewell, if you agree to support brother, then support—" The speaker's complexion suddenly paused, he froze, sniffed, and before he could speak, his throat suddenly rolled, "Wait, you smelled it?" What does it smell like?"
"What's the smell—" Approaching the sensor, the accumulated scent overbearingly occupied the whole nerve.
A few people peeped at each other, the sensor only transmitted the things in the live broadcast room, Xiong Xin was killing the virtual Zerg, obviously it couldn't be so delicious.
Then, there is only one possibility left—
Their eyes widened, and they clicked into the live broadcast room of the anchor who had just been sentenced to death with some surprise.
At this time, Jiang Qiuqiu was opening the lid of the pressure cooker.
Open the lid of the stewing pot, the aroma of the wine is tangy, as overbearing as the strong aroma of the wine, there is also the taste of old duck. After stewing, the umami taste is upgraded, and the aroma is also upgraded.
The delicious old duck flavor was the appetizer, and it swept the entire live broadcast room like a tornado.
And hidden behind the appetizers, there is a rich and attractive wine aroma. This is the first time that everyone has smelled such a strange liquid aroma. In the slightly drunk atmosphere, no one can control their saliva.
Along with this wave of people, there is also a large wave of passers-by who escaped before.
[? ? ?]
[I only walked for 20 minutes, is this a different dimension? ? ?]
[What, I'm done by me, my hands can't move, he cut the channel for me before I could react—]
[So charming, I, I feel that this anchor is a spiritual healer? I used to be sleepy while reading, but now I am not sleepy anymore! I am full of energy now, I feel that I can eat a pot of this thing]
These escaped passers-by did not watch the whole process, but only knew that when they got there, there was still a pot of pale white duck pieces soaked in water, exuding a slight fishy smell, and when they came back—
Just a small piece of light can illuminate the rising heat of the roasted beer duck and its brown beauty! In the Gulu Gulu soup, every piece of meat seems to be a treasure. attractive.
As the fragrance continued to escalate, more and more people came to Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room.
And next door, Xiong Xin, who was fighting in the worm's nest, suddenly smelled a very domineering fragrance, which was unique and confusing. He subconsciously lost his mind and made a mistake.
The virtual battlefield is also a battlefield, and there is no room for mistakes. He missed a hit, and a huge bug had already pounced on his mecha, piercing his abdomen with a sharp thorn.
Xiong Xin turned into a streak of light and disappeared.
There was a mistake at this point, and question marks appeared on his barrage.
But this meaning is completely different from Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room.
[? ? ?]
[Why did Xiong Xin suddenly make a mistake? Such a low-level mistake?]
[The virtual battlefield is also a battlefield, it’s too unreasonable to be distracted—]
Xiong Xin was also stunned, the aroma in his nose became more and more intense, he had realized now that the smell he just smelled was from the live broadcast room next door.
He is affected by the scent! But this kind of reason cannot be said. He can only grit his teeth and admit his mistake in a low voice: "I was wrong, and everyone is right. Every step on the battlefield must be carefully thought out before you take it. I hope everyone will follow me. As a warning, don’t wander off at will.”
His attitude of admitting mistakes has been recognized by everyone, but look at the upper right corner——
The number of people watching videos has dropped from 6.6 billion to 5 billion.
A sense of crisis arises spontaneously.
But time has come to this point, and the crisis is useless.
Just like what those people said before, the victory is set, but the balance of victory has been tilted again.