There are billions of points in my Shenhao life that are abnormal

Chapter 227 Uncle Chen who is only 82 years old
Saury didn't see that first-level barrage at all.

However, even if he saw it, he would probably laugh it off.

A first-level trumpet dares to say that it will win, please open a noble first before saying this sentence.

I laughed so hard!
Upon hearing that Zhao Sitong agreed to PK, Saury was excited and sent several barrages in succession.

"Okay, I'll connect with you right away!"

"You agreed in front of the people in the live broadcast room. If you lose, you will have my name tattooed on your body."

"If you dare to cheat, I have ten thousand ways to deal with you!"

Zhao Sitong felt a sense of suffocation when he watched the barrage of saury.

She doesn't even know why she agreed to such a game that must be lost!

Is it because of this strange first-level trumpet?

But just two shots of super fire, I think this is a hero, I'm afraid it's not because of the saury anger that I got sick.

Zhao Sitong frowned and looked at Uncle Chen, who was only 82 years old, with complicated emotions.

"I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Hahaha, okay, just wait for me!"

Seeing that Zhao Sitong agreed to come down, the audience in the live broadcast room started gearing up one by one.

"If you're a good wife, you should take a good look at this hanging man's aura, don't think that we are all easy to mess with!"

"That's right, the salary card is in place, it will definitely protect you!"

"I don't believe it. Tens of thousands of people can still lose to one person! He can't stand our card!"

"I can't wait to see how the Emperor will be brought down by us!"

What everyone said was upright and awe-inspiring, but they didn't know how many people would be able to spend six yuan to get a card when the real PK started.

Saury moved very quickly. Within a few minutes, an anchor whose ID was Mengmengtu initiated an application for continuous wheat.

Zhao Sitong had no choice but to shoot the arrow on the string now, so he bit the bullet and accepted it.

Soon, an anchor with a childlike face and a giant face occupied the other side of the screen.

Although this anchor looks slightly inferior to Zhao Sitong, but fierceness is justice.

Coupled with the clip sound that can make people suffer from diabetes, the live broadcast room, which was still fighting against the enemy before, suddenly became a little restless.

"Damn it, the Emperor's taste is good, I'll play with it for the rest of my life!"

"That's a must! Although Saury's character is not good, his vision is very vicious. This cute rabbit seems to be a newcomer to Yuyu's live broadcast. With the strong support of the platform, he has the posture of teasing Yuyu's first sister." !"

"Isn't Sister Douyu our little Yu'er?"

"Big brother's old almanac for a few years? Xiao Yu'er's popularity has dropped very badly now, and he can't even be counted as a second-rate!"

Just when everyone was confused by Tong Yan Juru.

The emperor barrage floated up again.

"Okay, since we've connected mics, let's start pk, old rules, 10 minutes to decide the winner!"

Before Zhao Sitong could say a good word, Uncle Chen, who was only 82 years old, floated a barrage of bullets.

She had been paying attention to this strange first-class trumpet, and noticed it the moment he appeared again.

"Why is it that only our streamers are punished? If your side loses, what is the penalty?"

This tone is so domineering, I really like it!
Zhao Sitong's eyes widened as if he had found the backbone.

"Yes, you want me to lose the tattoo, what if I win?"

A barrage floated over from the saury disdainfully.

"You won? Are you kidding me? Just relying on these rotten fish and rotten shrimps in your live broadcast room?"

Uncle Chen, who is nearly 82 years old.

"Yo, what's the matter? You don't even dare to decide on your own punishment. When I saw it, you were the one who was going to renege, right?"

The more Zhao Sitong looks at this ID, the more he likes it. It's almost like her patron saint. She hasn't felt this way for a long time.

With someone backing her up, her tone became different.

"Well! That is, you don't even dare to decide on punishment. I think you are going to renege on your debt."

Saury hadn't noticed Uncle Chen, who was only 82 years old, at first, but was attacked by Zhao Sitong twice in a row, and only then did he notice that an account jumped like this.

He looked at it, and it turned out that Nima was a first-class trumpet.

Immediately, he didn't even bother to answer, and said directly to Zhao Sitong.

"I reneged, what are you kidding?"

"Since you insist on me setting a punishment, then I will convince you to lose later."

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want me to do, so it's okay!"

Uncle Chen is only 82 years old.

"You don't need to do anything. If you lose, you can open a live broadcast room yourself, and then directly apologize to the host. It's as simple as that!"

Zhao Sitong smiled like a hundred flowers blooming.

This was the first time she had smiled so happily since Saury left.

"That's right, is that the way to do it?"

The saury hadn't reacted yet.

Just do it, what do you do?
He snapped back to his senses, looked at the barrage, and focused on Uncle Chen who was only 82 years old.

After seeing the contents of the barrage, Saury's expression changed instantly.

A first-level trumpet, your sense of existence is really too low!
Just reached out and silenced the 82-year-old Uncle Chen.

He was the number one on Xiaoyuer's list before, so he is also the room manager of this live broadcast room. He is a first-level trumpet, and his authority is directly full.

When Zhao Sitong saw his operation, he raised his eyebrows coldly.

Uncle Chen, who was only 82 years old, was released from the small black room with his own hands.

"You are insane, what are you banning my elder brother for!"

He backhandedly gave Uncle Chen a room manager to prevent him from being banned by Saury again.

Seeing Zhao Sitong defending this first-class trumpet so much, Saury became even more disdainful.

"The first-level trumpet is called Big Brother, Zhao Sitong, you are too bad a fool!"

"I think you should stop being a fucking anchor, just let me take care of you!"

Today, the two of them have completely torn their skins apart, and Saury no longer hides his directness, and puts his thoughts on the public screen openly.

Before Zhao Sitong spoke, Uncle Chen, who was only 82 years old, was furious!
"I'll fuck you, you little bastard, dare to silence your uncle, you just wait for me, and see how I will deal with you later!"

"Stop fucking being so pushy here, just start the PK, I will kill you right away!"

Looking at Uncle Chen's speech, Zhao Sitong's heart was pounding!
Such a man, so domineering, I really like it!

What should I do if I am about to fall?
Qiu Saury was stunned, he had never seen such an arrogant first-level trumpet.

At that time, the face of being angry changed.

"Fuck me to death, just rely on your trash trumpet!"

"Damn it, I've been playing with saury for so long, and I've never met a guy like you."

"Mengmeng rabbit, start pk directly, I want to let this guy see what a real local tyrant is!"

Mengmeng Rabbit squeezed his big weapon, a sly smile appeared on his innocent face.

She likes to play this kind of PK that is sure to win and not lose.

Not only can he make a lot of money, but he can also attract a wave of Zhao Sitong's fans for free.

(End of this chapter)