My Super God QQ

　　The two people flicked the rockets, and they were all given to a female anchor.

　　 Gradually, even some of the live broadcasters were shocked and entered the room directly, followed by "6666".

　　 is simply a feast for local tyrants!

　　 The number of people in the live broadcast room has risen again and again, and it seems that like the rockets that are flying up, the number of people soaring to reach one million.

　　The rocket is still soaring.

　　 There are ancient spectators of the ancient warlord Fenghuo, who smiled for the Bomei people. Although they did not match the way of gifts, but they also had the same effect of different songs and equal effects.

　　Thousands of gold has conquered them.

　　 Watching the rockets continuously vacating, some audiences could not bear this kind of stimulation, and sent them to various forums to attract people to watch.

　　 It seems that this is also a kind of talk, a kind of show off.

　　When some users who play live on some forums come, the rockets have risen to more than 800, and the number of people has finally exceeded one million.

　　 million!

　　 This must be the rhythm of the super anchor!

crazy!

　　 Seeing this scene, Lin Mengjie felt that she was dreaming, otherwise, how could she reach the realm of super anchor, attracting so many viewers.

　　 These audiences are also divided into two groups.

　　 is a group of old fans, cheer for the seven young people, encourage.

　　 The other faction is a new spectator who fears that the world will not be chaotic. Seeing Li Qing seems invincible to these barrage, sympathizing with the weak gives support.

　　 The two parties were in a mess.

　　You attack me, I attack you!

　　 This makes the barrage even more crazy. Almost everyone who has just sent the barrage will immediately be flooded and can't see it if they want to see it.

　　 "Eight hundred thirty-three, eight hundred thirty-four, eight hundred thirty-five..."

　　 This is the number of seven less.

　　Li Qing is a bit slow, 802, 803.

　　 "Who can tell me why the computer is so stuck!" He was helpless and asked the people in the live room sadly.

　　 He can't stand it anymore, let alone some people in the barrage say he is almost exhausted and has no money. This is simply wrong!

　　 It’s not that there is no money, but the computer is too stuck!

　　The barrage refreshed so fast, the special effects of the rocket have been constantly using his computer performance to the extreme, he is almost stuck, and he can only continue to place the rocket icon.

　　 "Turn off the special effects, tyrant, this is my professional, listen to me!"

　　 "Yes, turn off special effects!"

　　As soon as Li Qing saw the barrage many people were talking about, he found the function and turned off this special effect.

　　 So, the computer recovered slowly.

　　 It is strange that he has never brushed so many gifts before, which will cause this to happen.

　　 Uh, a bit shameful to say!

　　 However, that was before. Now, he really feels that spending money makes people compliment too cool. It turns out that being a local tyrant has such a special situation.

　　 Soon, Li Qing's number of rockets caught up again.

　　 Two people are moving towards the number of 900 at the same time.

　　 "Nine hundred and one, nine hundred and two..."

　　 "Nine hundred and eight, nine hundred and nine..."

　　 In the live broadcast room, many fans kept following the number of the rocket, and were barraging.

The 　　 faction supports seven young people.

The 　　 faction supports Li Qing.

　　 As for the number of people in the live broadcast room, the number of people in the live broadcast room is constantly increasing. The number of people in the live broadcast room is increasing at a rate of hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

　　 "Oh my god, I have to check it out, I'm sorry, my true love anchor, it's hilarious not to watch, I think I will regret it forever!"

　　 "Together together!"

　　 "Yes, come back after reading, this is simply a century war!"

　　 "How can such a war be less than the snow blown by Simon, wait for me to evaluate it!"

　　 In many live rooms, the anchors are singing or dancing, and similar words appear in their barrage.

　　So, their fans are constantly running away and running away.

　　 A little better, it disappeared directly, and some even said that the anchor you are not fun, I flash people...

　　 was so angry that the anchors of those live broadcast rooms couldn't say anything. They wanted to scold but couldn't. Because they wanted to see it too, but they couldn’t stop singing and promised that they hadn’t finished dancing.

　　 suffering!

　　 "PPD pig brother" is the live broadcast platform, the most powerful LOLD game, the most popular anchor.

　　 At this time, he was playing a shooter, first cut the back row, one Q and one W and then the big one, killing four in a row.

　　 This made him very proud, so the change of sight depends on the barrage of fans.

　　However, when he looked at the barrage, he was sure to have a lot of "6666" brushed in a row, mixed with countless songs and praises, and countless small gifts.

　　 Today, he saw the barrage quietly, only occasionally a few barrage jumped out, hitting "666".

　　 "What's the matter? Don't I perform well? Dear friends, these people are not actors!" He said uncomfortably.

　　 "Brother Pig, look at the number of people in your live broadcast room!"

　　 has fans.

　　 When he looked at the number of people, the whole mouth opened wide, and he couldn't close anymore.

　　 I saw that there are usually millions of live broadcast rooms, and now only 10,000 or 20,000 fans are watching.

　　 Deserted!

　　 Too deserted!

　　Compared with the previous popularity, now he is really a "mencora", very bleak.

　　 What was hot in the past?

　　 What about past glory?

　　 He was suitable to fall from the emperor from the throne at once, and become a beggar-like pitiful.

　　 "What happened? Is there an earthquake? Everyone ran away?" He blinked and couldn't believe it.

　　 "Brother Pig, look at the banner, the gift banner!"

　　 Finally, he saw the announcement of the two rows of announcements in the live broadcast room, and hundreds of rockets were constantly jumping.

　　 And this announcement is two rows!

　　 Two fans are brushing presents to the anchor at the same time!

　　 Their name, after one goes up, another time, another name goes up.

　　 Finally ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Their rocket is about to reach a thousand!

　　 Lin Mengjie's live broadcast room also got stuck again.

　　Because of the system's setting, the maximum number of people in their live broadcast room will reach five million.

　　 But now, their number is almost five million!

　　The executives who shocked the live broadcast platform, they immediately decided to let the technicians work hard to increase the capacity of their live broadcast room, as well as the server to be optimistic, and decided that nothing could happen.

　　 "One Thousand!"

　　 "One Thousand Rockets, Tyrant, I Love You!"

　　 "Tina, I actually saw so many gifts, I took it, I really took it!"

　　After a thousand, Qi Shao seemed to stop.

He said with a barrage: "Shall we continue? I advise you not to hit a swollen face and become fat if you have no money, otherwise, when you regret later, you pinch your thighs, no, even if you pinch your thighs It's useless."

　　 Naked provocation!

　　 Immediately, in the live broadcast room, the fans who supported him were filled with pride and continued to express it with the barrage.

　　 "Haha, seven young, how can he be like you, kidding!"

　　 "The seven young men are powerful and domineering, and all the scum has to run away!"

　　 "Seven Lords, you are my god! In front of you, what can that mortal count, hahaha..."

　　Unexpectedly, Li Qing also stopped the rocket.

　　Because, he has indicated that the balance is insufficient.

　　 Originally, he was only here to give gifts. In return, Lin Mengjie saved his mother's life. This should be the case.

　　However, now hearing him say this, Li Qing feels really mad!

Is it necessary to do this?

　　Is he sleeping on his sister, or is he wearing his ancestral grave, must he bully himself?