My idol is super cute

and……

He used to play Minecraft for two years!

In architecture, he is still a little confident.

Liang Mosi is not bad at the two points that this game needs, construction ability and marksmanship. Playing with the new number and Baishang Fuxue is simply to enter the Novice Village!

'They seem to be discussing the first time or something?'

'The agent seems to say to cool her?'

'Fuck it!No way!Could it be that I guessed it a few times before, and they were playing games and chasing excitement while they were there?'

'I have watched such anime.'

'A good man is safe forever!'

'For private messages, good people will live a safe life!'

Chapter 62

The dialogue between Liang Mo and Bai Shang Fuxue didn't bring any rhythm at all. They also knew that the translation was prone to problems, and it was basically just a joke.

Also, when this kind of boss appears, everyone usually chooses to seek seeds first, and borrow one.

Soon, Liang Mo and Bai Shang Chuixue entered the game.

'Fuck, isn't this a novice suit?'

'Too poor too...'

'Can't you get some nice clothes?'

Liang Mo and Bai Shang Fuxue are new from roles to equipment, and they are purely systemic.

Although Liang Mo's previous account had a lot of stuff, this time he used a new account, and there was nothing in it. From umbrellas to hoes, they were all things that Mengxin didn't bother to use.

"The anchor is very poor. She doesn't even have money to go to the Internet cafe." Liang Mo said casually.

'???'

'Fuck?Chinese?'

'Wait, I remember this anchor seems to be a man!'

'Yeah, I remember now, wasn't this anchor playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds and LOL before?'

'When you say that, I seem to be impressed.'

'Mengxin doesn't understand, isn't this the live studio of the Japanese lady?'

When Liang Mo saw these words, his head was suddenly covered with black lines!

Co-author, now this live room is not mine anymore?

Wait, this is not the point. The point is that I said she is very poor, so can't you consciously order gifts?

Liang Mo felt that this was the worst audience he had ever brought.

The audience is just like the readers. Sometimes the author asks for a blade, asks for a reward, asks for a recommendation ticket, and most of them will not see it.

If the author says to ask for leave, coo, coo, coco, a kind, one by one, full of blood and resurrection...

"Ahem, this is my live broadcast room, I lent it to her." Liang Mo said: "I remember to talk the first two times."

'do not remember.'

'My head is full of meow meow meow, who cares what you say.'

'The last time I was broadcasting Resident Evil, I remember the young lady was talking about it.'

'Don't play the anchor, come to us as a translator!'

'Yes, I remember this anchor went to study in Japan.'

'...By the way, how come I haven't come for a while and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room has changed?Isn't this a live chat room?'

'What a live broadcast room for chatting, this is a live broadcast room for listening to Miss Sister's cute voice.'

Because Liang Mo spoke, the barrage was in chaos, and several groups were divided into them, one was Liang Mo's iron powder group, the number was two, and the situation was not clear at present.

One is a group that only listens to the sound of blowing snow in white, about dozens of people.

One is a group that appealed to Liang Mo to quickly become an interpreter. There were about dozens of people.

One was a group that asked about the relationship between Liang Mo and Bai Shang Chuuxue, and about dozens of people asked about Bai Shang Chuuxue's information.

With such statistics, Liang Mo suddenly felt a little sad.

This is really my live broadcast room!

Forget it, I wanted to translate it for them, let them Google it themselves!

Thinking of this, Liang Mo said: "I'm going to take my sister to play games, so please go there, don't think about what you want me to do."

'Fuck, this is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water!'

'I ask the boss for an answer. Isn't the anchor afraid that we won't watch or brush gifts?'

'No one paid for gifts at all. What's so scary about him. I watched him live for so long, and I haven't seen a few of them when I applied for a card. They were not enough for his internet fee.'

'How can you threaten the anchor?'

'Does sending the blade help him make a fortune?'

"Manager, what are you talking to them?"

At this moment, the sound of blowing snow again appeared.

'I'm dead……'

'It's so nice, what should I do if I can't hear it later?'

'Oh, my sister promised me that your mouth will only be used for...'

When Bai Shang Bixue spoke, Liang Mo's similar rhythmic words said before was suddenly overwhelmed by a lot of barrage.

Even Liang Mo's two iron fans turned back in an instant.