There is a krypton gold boss in the live broadcast room

"It's so late, haven't you slept yet, are you still playing games?" Xiang Cun glanced at his mobile phone screen, which was still the familiar interface of Onmyoji, and looked at the progress as he was refreshing the latest chapter of Difficult Liver Dog Food.

Meng Hanchu nodded, since he was teaming up with his friends to clear the book, and the captain was with his friends, so he didn't need to blame him.Just give it to a friend to operate it.

Put the phone aside when it was turned on automatically, and concentrate on chatting with Xiang Cun about the game: "Yes, I am going to train a box girl, but I am not ready to drive the soul, and I haven't got the dog food for the sixth grade, and I have to stay in the liver for a few days." .”

"It's amazing. My own liver will take a month at the fastest. I really don't have much energy, and my own account is relatively rubbish. I kind of want to quit now." The appalling Yuhun felt extremely desperate.

Meng Hanchu's gaze was fixed, staring at him without saying a word.Xiang Cun blushed a little from being stared at, and couldn't help scratching his head, his handsome facial features made a grimace that made people laugh: "After all, I am not only mentally retarded, but also pick my feet. As a [-]-level cute newbie, every day I was hanged and beaten by the lower level dalao..."

This sentence was like a thread, which touched a certain part of Meng Hanchu's emotions. He frowned in disapproval, and his tone was a little angry: "Who said that black guy? I'll ask someone to check his IP to hack him to death. "

In fact, this kind of description is just a stalk for Xiang Cun. It is inevitable that there will be operational mistakes when playing games, but Xiang Cun can't control his emotions when playing games.

He is too arbitrary, which leads to his extremely high rollover rate.Some viewers who are impatient will post some harsh comments after watching them. There are often conflicts in the comment area. When Xiang Cun was sprayed at the beginning, it was really uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time, and in the end even It has also become a daily self-defeating material.

Hearing that he was so serious, Xiang Cun quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's really nothing. I'm playing tricks on myself, and no one spits on me."

"And they are willing to give their opinions, there is nothing wrong with it. There are so many little angels who support me, even if I get sprayed, I don't care." Xiang Cun added, and then he pulled out a nonchalant smile.

At this moment, Xiang Cun was wearing Meng Hanchu's newly bought pajamas, which looked slightly loose. On top of that, his stature was considered tall, but Meng Hanchu was still taller than him.Xiang Cun was afraid of the heat, so he didn't button the top two buttons, so that the neckline was wide open, revealing the collarbone, and a large piece of milky white skin could be seen at a glance.

Xiang Cun looks handsome, without the disguise of a suit and glasses, he looks more youthful and childish under casual clothes, with clear eyes, like a sunny and energetic college student.

Time flies, time flies, but his appearance is the same as before, but he has not seen him for many years. The intimacy, dependence, and longing in the past are gradually forgotten with time, and finally passed away.

Meng Hanchu's face was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly asked: "Can I call you Cuncun?"

"Ah?" Xiang Cun was puzzled for a while, and just as he was about to agree without a word, he suddenly remembered——

"Isn't that the name of your cat?"

When did he become a pure and pure older single dog in the 21st century?

Xiang Cun couldn't help imagining the scene where Meng Hanchu called the name, and then he and the cat turned their heads at the same time...

Help, this picture is too stupid and must be rejected!

"Actually... I named it Cuncun because I watched your live broadcast. I think it's very cute." Meng Hanchu said his heartfelt honesty.

Click.

It was as if something had collapsed unexpectedly.

Xiang Cun drank the water in one breath, leaving a circle of water stains on the corner of his lips, and subconsciously licked his lips in aftertaste.After eating and drinking, he noticed that there was a quilt next to Meng Hanchu.

"The sofa you slept on?"

Meng Hanchu nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

Xiang Cun suddenly felt that he was a big sinner. As a shameless guest who forced himself to stay overnight, he not only occupied the master's room, but also robbed the master's bed——

Patting the soft sofa cushions, Xiang Cun said, "Then I'll sleep here, you'd better go back to your room."

Meng Hanchu couldn't help laughing: "How can there be any reason to let guests sleep on the sofa?"

"Then make a compromise... If you don't mind, let's squeeze together?" Xiang Cun said with a guilty conscience, and glanced at the phone screen, Meng Hanchu's friend was frantically sending him messages.

He reminded Meng Hanchu: "Hey, your dog food."

I saw Meng Hanchu blinked at him, clicked on the dialog box and sent a sentence:

Dream Chuhan: Double open my account to solve it by myself.

Get a screen reply from a friend:

People rely on waves in the rivers and lakes: a sting from a salted fish.jpg

People in the Jianghu rely on waves: I rely on it, old iron, you disappeared for a long time, I almost beat the demon demon spirit, but as soon as I came back, I was asked to solo?

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People rely on waves in the rivers and lakes: a sting from a salted fish.jpg

People rely on waves in the rivers and lakes: I wiped it, but I fell down?Won't your conscience ache?

Xiang Cun witnessed the whole process of Meng Hanchu abandoning his dog food teammate, and was amused by the opponent's reaction, but felt that the opponent's ID was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

After thinking for a long time, Xiang Cun patted his thigh excitedly: "Isn't this the great god who ranks number one all year round?"

"Well, it's him." Meng Hanchu didn't take it seriously, "Actually, I can do it with my account, but usually I'm too lazy to call, and usually leave after taking the minimum living allowance. I suggested to you before that you can use Call from my number, do you want to try?"

Xiang Cun was a little moved.

His number is not well practiced enough, even with his most normal lineup, he can only squeeze into the top [-]. If he can try Meng Hanchu's number, he will definitely have a different feeling.

But at the same time, he felt a little awkward. After all, it wasn't his own. Even if he enjoyed using it, it wasn't his own. It was okay to use it once or twice in the short term, but it would be quite troublesome if he used it for a long time.

Maybe this is Meng Hanchu's whim, and if he wants to withdraw his account someday when he is unhappy, it will inevitably be another embarrassment.

Seeing Xiang Cun's indecisive and tangled look, Meng Hanchu explained uncomfortably: "Actually, this account is for you to practice... Otherwise, I don't care about the ranking of fighting skills. There are so many six-stars and imperial souls in my liver." There is no use for it. I was very upset when I saw you being questioned by so many people before, and I wanted to practice an account to pretend to be aggressive for you."

If this was in the live broadcast room, Xiang Cun could have predicted that the barrage would definitely be full of "Fucking True Love" at this time.

If the other party sent him these messages through the chat box, no matter how surprised he was, he would not be so scared that he would sit on the ground.

However, the lethality of face-to-face zero-distance contact is too great. Xiang Cun was not only taken aback, he stuttered because of the excessive surprise, and his voice was so excited that it almost trembled into wavy lines: "What... what... what?"

If it wasn't for the issue of gender, he would have mistakenly thought that the other party had a little interest in him.

Meng Hanchu looked at him silently, and he also looked over in embarrassment, looking at each other in embarrassment, choking speechlessly.

The atmosphere froze, the two stared at each other for a long time, Xiang Cun panicked and had to say something to break the silence: "Are you sleepy?"

"No, are you going to sleep?"

Xiang Cun shook his head: "Me neither."

Originally, he couldn't sleep well, and he came out to find water to drink because he was thirsty halfway.Attracted by the familiar voice, he ran into Meng Hanchu who was not asleep. After chatting for a long time, he found himself more energetic.

Xiang Cun thought of an excellent hypnotic method: "Then do you want to play a game?"

Every time he plays yys before going to bed, brushes Yuhun, brushes dog food, and wakes up, he often gets sleepy after brushing, and when he wakes up again, he finds that it is already the next day.

But now it's hard to find even the teammate to brush that in the middle of the night, so this idea is still unfeasible.

It's better to listen to songs and hypnotize you...

Wait, speaking of this—

"Did you listen to a song just now? Is it sung by Mang Le...it can't be a new song?" Xiang Cun asked.

"No," Meng Hanchu flatly denied, "I just casually flipped through my favorites, found a few old songs, and couldn't help but listen to them."

This answer made Xiang Cun a little frustrated, thinking that his male god had returned.

He paused, then asked again: "But why did I hear a cappella?"

Meng Hanchu blinked: "It should be that I just had an embarrassing song with your fans in the group, just come and see."

For things like fan groups, the content of the chat has never had anything to do with the fans, but more about various discussions.Xiang Cun seldom bubbles up in the group. One is that he doesn’t adapt to the changing topics of fans, and the other is that he can’t control himself and is afraid of conflicts with the people in the group.

He once had a very unpleasant experience, and he has not been able to fully get out of it until now. Since then, he has maintained a taciturn image on social networks.

Feeling anxious, he opened a small account to join the group, and was instantly dazzled by the swiping information.

[Dream Chuhan] sent 99999 roses to [I'm just a dried salted fish] and became the guardian of [I'm just a dried salted fish].

Xiang Cun turned his head and glanced at Meng Hanchu, who turned his head at the same time and said solemnly: "I'm shy to be in the same frame as a male god, so calm down by sending some flowers."

The author has something to say:

I forgot what it was like to send flowers on QQ, anyway, I am doing nothing, no matter what.

This chapter is estimated to be overhauled, and Kawen is stuck, and I feel uncomfortable writing it (*/ω＼*)