Male God Is Always Targeted

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"Good evening, welcome everyone to tonight, you are my only one, and I am your Luoshui son's live broadcast room."

The audience waiting in the live room early.

As soon as you hear the sound.

He quickly looked at the camera.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Probably, it is the person in front of you.

A brocade robe with a moon-white trim and a silver-pink base.

Embroidered with turquoise bamboo.

As if to describe the elegance of this man.

His jet-black hair was tied by a white jade crown with a little blue.

Tie a long white ribbon on either side.

Looks elegant and free.

Yayi's handsome face, long eyelashes cast a light shadow under the eyes.

A pair of clear eyes that seem to be able to see past and present lives.

It makes you want to touch it uncontrollably.

I even wanted to paint my own image in it.

But because of that indifferent look, he was a little discouraged.

Afraid of being ashamed.

This beauty transcends gender.

The dusty people dare not blaspheme.

Tanhua in the fog: ah ah ah! My God, tonight's anchor, sorry, I'm too excited to speak.

ξThe other party is entering the input: Qianqiu is incomparable, beautiful to the eyes, and a beautiful woman; the country is beautiful and the city is stunning, shocking the world!

シξ Nian Qingcheng℡: Dad just asked me why I was watching the video on my knees. I said that I was afraid I couldn't help but do bad things. No way, there's too much nosebleed, so I'll wipe it off.

Unhappy Jianghu Liquor Store: I'm a newcomer to the pit, and I was so fascinated when I first came, ah, ah, ah, I now announce that this is my husband wow.

The public screen is a mess.

gift and text.

Brushing directly freezes.

Luo Mio has no management now.

You can only limit the time limit for swiping the screen yourself.

But Rao has changed the rules twice.

The screen still didn't show any sign of going down.

So it started broadcasting.

Then he managed to send him to the top of several lists.

"Thank you for coming, I won't say anything extra, the first song "Diaochan"."

Luo Mio started the accompaniment.

"Beside the flower print with a kiss, it looks like a city in troubled times, shaking its youth in full bloom..."

Liang Ying: Don't fall in love with a concubine~~ This sentence, anchor, this sentence, have you eaten it?

Shen Mingjue: Yes, son, son, you can't be rude, hurry up, hurry up, don't fall in love with a concubine~~

Luo Mio glanced at the side of the sentence on the public screen.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Very **** when I didn't see it.

"Yiren dances with red makeup, and frightens the clouds to cover the moonlight... I invite you to come and enjoy."

Drop the last word.

Gongping is still persevering and not giving up.

Luo Mio coughed twice.

A blunt diversion of attention.

"I don't know if you have noticed that tonight's live broadcast room is different from before."

Lan Xuemu: replied loudly, yes! But what about not falling in love with a concubine?

Guwei: Congratulations to the anchor for signing the contract, and a gift to go. But what about not falling in love with a concubine?

Xue You: Congratulations to the anchor for signing the contract, Hua Hua is here for you. But what about not falling in love with a concubine?

Neat suffix.

Looking at Luo Mio, her scalp was numb.

Why are you so persistent?

Then he insisted that he didn't see it.

cough cough.

Click on the second song.

"Looking back five hundred times is just for you to pass by, the wasting of time makes love make mistakes..."

A slightly muffled sound line, like a strong drink that has been immersed.

With an intoxicating but hot throat, people can't help but want to cry.

Memories of lavender: Why is it not obedient to tears, humming, obviously the Buddha said that we can love each other!

Half the city is prosperous and half the city is hurt づ: o(╥﹏╥)o

Just when the public screen was full of tears.

A horn pops out of the lens area.

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It's Saturday, my angels, hand in the tickets!