Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The attention of the audience was quickly distracted. After all, it was an anchor that I didn’t know, and I didn’t show my face. It didn’t seem to have any sense of existence. However, some people think that their eyes are good-looking. They have a sneak peek and found that this new anchor is really new and can no longer be new, and it has lost interest.

In fact, Shen Mubai did not care about the views of these audiences.

She couldn't help but want to numb her scalp when she thought about what she would do later.

The last world accident lost its memory, but fortunately, I didn't think about it halfway, otherwise I didn't have the courage to go on.

This life is even more unfortunate, the object becomes a ghost.

Shen Mubai said that this love is getting harder and harder to talk about.

Because the world line collapsed, the destiny of destiny was biased, and her task was to purify his grievances.

The problem is coming. I am rather a ghost now. This ghost does not know her.

Shen Mubai is not sure whether the other party will be recruited tonight, if she can't get it, she just thinks about it and she is even more soft.

"What's wrong? Fear." Zhao Yonghao asked her with a smile, and at the same time, he came back.

Shen Mubai was consciously far away, pulled the mask and whispered. "No, we are going to start at 12 o'clock in the morning?"

Zhao Yonghao nodded. "Don't be afraid, if you are afraid, I will be there."

He is very interested in this little mischief, and naturally he has to find a way to get along.

Lin Chengfeng, they are already arranging props.

Compared with the pen fairy, the player who plays this game is a little less. Prepare a white dish, an old newspaper, and everyone around, and buckle the plate. Place one index finger on the same side edge of the center of the inverted dish, and meditate three times in the mouth. "Disc, dish, please come out."

For these games, most people have played privately. Some people feel that they don't care. If they don't respond, they immediately say that they are deceptive.

Several people went upstairs and entered the room.

Lele glanced at him and asked, "Do you know the anchor of Jiang Yangzi?"

Lin Chengfeng nodded. "I heard that it has been very hot recently."

"Then you know why he suddenly stopped broadcasting recently?" Lele used a strange tone.

Several people were told that the goose bumps were all up.

Lele laughed. "Don't tease you, I also listened to others. I heard Jiang Yangzi hit his dead ex-girlfriend when he was on the air."

Zhao Yonghao frowned. "What do you want to say?"

Lele smiled and said, "You said, if we play discs tonight, will we summon something out?"

Lingbi looked at her, whispered, "Lele, don't make a joke, big night."

This joke is not funny at all, at least except for her, the rest did not laugh.

Shen Mubai is to see that this music is obviously present, the most courageous, and the least believe in the spiritual person. Others obviously feel that they are nonsense, but because of the atmosphere, the ones that have been made up are definitely not well received.

"Well, don't make fun of you." Lele grinned. "The audience is waiting for it, and they will start the live broadcast."

At this time, there are ten minutes from the morning.

The live broadcast was reopened and the audience was waiting. There are more than 2,000 people, and a small number of local tyrants start to brush gifts.

[Starry sky at night]: This time, use blood, the chance of using blood to attract more.

Among the audience, one person made a proposal like this.

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