As soon as Huo Yao's words fell, the camera next to her pointed directly at her.
The girl is tall and slender, wearing a tracksuit, she is casually rolling her sleeves, she looks handsome, her hair is tied up on her shoulders, lazily, a black mask covers most of her face, a pair of deep eyes slowly sweeping across the camera Take it back.
This scene, immediately, the barrage in the live broadcast room swiped the screen again.
[Fuck, my sister is so sassy, this look is amazing.]
[One sentence is not to kill a chicken, which made me hear a trace of disgust.]
[Haha, my brother is disgusted.]
Huo Xiang followed his sister, touched the tip of his nose, "Sister, have you ever killed a chicken?"
"No." Huo Yao didn't lift his eyelids, and his voice was cool.
Huo Xiang: "."
The yard is huge, and the program team prepared few chickens, and other guests were also chasing the chickens, so the whole yard was a mess.
Huo Yao pointed to the two uncaught chickens in the corner, tilted his head and glanced at Huo Xiang, "Which one do you want?"
Huo Xiang's cheeks trembled, "Ah...any one will do."
The point is to be able to catch it.
"Okay." Huo Yao nodded, with a relaxed tone as if catching chickens was just a casual thing.
[Ah, it's so fake. Seeing that Yin Hai and Xiao Moling dare not speak in such a tone, just pretend.]
[Is there a black fan upstairs? What did my sister say? I can't stand this kind of person.]
[Sister, come on, it doesn't matter if you can't catch it, brother will help wash the dishes.]
On the other side,
Holding a mobile phone, Zhuo Yun stayed in the live broadcast room of Huo Yao and Huo Xiang, watching some black fans barrage, and couldn't help curling his lips, "These fans know nothing, Ms. Huo's hands are invaluable Why don't you see if a chicken matches it?"
Yang Yi, who was sitting next to him, twitched his lips when he heard this, and he glanced at Zhuo Yun with some disgust. This guy is really enough, and he has developed into Miss Huo's brainless fan.
"No, I have to make a stand." While speaking, Zhuo Yun clicked on the gift area below, brushed hundreds of small red flowers, and quickly washed away the barrage.
Yang Yi's eyes fell on Zhuo Yun's mobile phone screen, "A few hundred little red flowers are just a place to support?"
Not even two hundred dollars.
So it's fake if you're a fan of brains.
Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and muttered. "I'm poor."
Yang Yi: "Hehe."
Min Yu leaned on the back of the sofa, put the phone on his knees, stared casually, and tapped the screen with his white fingers.
"A hundred consecutive rockets, where did the local tyrants come from?" Zhuo Yun exclaimed.
A rocket costs 10,000 yuan, 100 yuan... So, Zhuo Yun subconsciously raised his head and looked at his master sitting opposite.
There was no emotion on the warm and jade-like face.
Maybe he was thinking too much, Zhuo Yun looked away.
As soon as the unknown local tyrant's rocket came out, Xiao Honghua was wiped out in an instant.
The entire live broadcast room was also shocked by the sudden reward, and soon the popularity of the live broadcast room where Huo Xiang was located soared a lot.
Huo Yao didn't know what was going on in the live broadcast room. He scanned the yard, and finally landed on the baskets on the side of the yard wall. He walked over, picked up one with one hand, and walked towards the targeted chicken.
Huo Xiang followed silently, watching his younger sister holding the basket, but not getting close to the chicken. She saw that the basket drew an arc in mid-air, and she threw it lightly.
Then... Huo Xiang's expression froze.
(end of this chapter)