Yao sister is actually a wild king

I can't watch the barrage anymore.

【Is this Marco Polo sick? It's really annoying to watch】

[No, the sense of substitution is too strong, I already want to kill someone]

[Don't put up with Brother Chen, holding your breath is not good for your health]

Zhou Yi'an let out a sigh of relief, looked at his 5-1 record, then looked at Mark 0-6, and finally turned on the microphone, his tone seemed to be reminiscing with an old friend: "What era were you born in, Sagittarius? You were born Didn't you have a prenatal checkup?"

"Otherwise, your brainless thing should have been knocked out when it was in the stomach. How could you be born?"

"Oh, are you going to send it? Don't you keep sending it? Have you stopped since the beginning?"

"Ah, it turns out that you didn't give it away before. You only scored 0-7 for pure dishes. I'm really sorry that I misunderstood you."

"No, no, no, you think I'll be angry if you tell the opposite position? I won't be angry. I'm a human being. How can I be angry with a beast? I forgive you for this round. It’s a game played by humans, and it’s impossible for you to play it well.”

He didn't stop operating with his hands, but he uttered every sentence clearly, almost reaching people's minds: "It's a social refusal for a person like you to grow up to such an age. What about the pot? If you want brains without brains, or hands without hands, what do you think the meaning of your existence is, let us witness the diversity of species?

"Turn on the mic, why don't you talk? Turn on the mic to chat, alas, why are the speakers turned off?" Zhou Yi killed the enemy Xi Shi in Anhu form, and then freed his hand to mark Marco Polo's head.

Still smiling, he said in the softest voice: "You are really useless, trash."