Daily live broadcast became popular in ancient times

Chapter 27 Live broadcast rooms are everywhere

[Anchor, I**** you***] He released his most vicious words, and the computer blue light reflected on his twisted face, polluting it into a mutated monster.

[You *person, it’s best to die here! 】

[Reported, personal attack is disgusting]

Sensing movement outside, the basement became quiet, and Ji Jiuru asked the women to hide behind them.

She hid in the darkness behind the basement door, with only a pair of eyes exposed, looking motionless at the garage outside.

underground garage.

While playing cards a few days ago, they were so excited that they shot a light bulb to pieces. After replacing it with a new one, they discovered that there was a problem with the wiring.

The lightbulbs were flickering, so we couldn't ask workers to come to the villa to replace them. We had to make do with them, since the goods would be shipped out in a few days anyway.

In the dim light, the visitor was cursing.

He stayed in the basement for a whole day, but before he could eat, a one-eyed man snatched the chicken leg. He was going to the kitchen to find food, but unfortunately the bald man saw him and asked him to go to the basement to guard him.

Damn bald head!
  He didn't dare to mess with the boss and deliberately made things difficult for his younger brother.

Throwing the dagger to the ceiling and reaching out to catch it, he walked slowly towards the basement, feeling crazy about the bald villain.

The veins on the younger brother's face protruded, and he had a ferocious expression. He grabbed the dagger and swung it fiercely into the air in front of him, as if the air in front of him was not the air, but the flesh of the enemy's body.

Damn bald head, I curse you to die here today!

There are only a few women in the basement, no one is needed to guard them!
  When I saw the younger brother going into the basement with a knife, the sarcasm in the live broadcast room became louder [This man seems to have seen blood. The anchor will be scared to cry and scream when he sees him, hahaha]

[Brothers, my takeaway has arrived]

[Just waiting to see the anchor’s miserable state, let’s get some food! 】

The person who spoke for the anchor before disappeared. They didn't believe that Ji Jiuru, a woman, could defeat so many traffickers. They just saw the booing audience unhappy and wanted to challenge them [More than twenty women can't defeat one trafficker? 】

The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the space was pressed to the still button.

Ji Jiuru's breathing was as usual. The hunter lurking in the snow was waiting for the prey to arrive——

[If the anchor can get rid of this person, I will broadcast live! fall! stand! 】

His brothers in the live broadcast room did not respond to him. The audience held their breath nervously and stared straight ahead.

Ten steps...seven steps...five steps,
  a step far!
  The prey was unaware. It was only when it walked in front of the hunter that it realized the danger, and its hair stood on end.
  He raised his head and met those eyes in the darkness.
  The prey's pupils shrank and turned pale with fright.

Ji Jiuru moved!
  "Ah!" As soon as the scream reached the position of the teeth, the prey was slammed to the ground by a pair of sharp eagle claws.

It struggled desperately to remove the hand covering its mouth and nose, but the hunter was indifferent... The prey's hand slowly fell from the air and fell to the ground, and its heart stopped beating.

I did it?

Ji Jiuru looked at her hand in disbelief. She had just killed someone. I am just an ordinary junior high school graduate, and unlocking the live broadcast room was only due to an accident at the age of sixteen. Why did it go so smoothly?

Without exploring the reason, she opened the door at a wider angle, dragged the dead prey in, and then closed the door.

The basement door is thick and has sound insulation.

"Dead?" One of the untied women boldly stepped forward, poked the prey's arm, and put her index finger in front of her nose.

[Hahahahahahaha, the anchor really took care of this person. The person who promised to do the handstand live broadcast should not renege on his debt! 】

【That's it? I can do it too]

Xia Panjian was so angry that he threw the mouse (the cheapest) on the ground, picked up the keyboard and smashed the computer screen. He stopped when it was 1cm away. It was too expensive and could not be repaired.

[Brother Handstand speaks! 】

He put the keyboard back on the bed and punched the letter keys hard [This time it doesn't count, it just knocked someone unconscious. I can do it too. I can kill him if I can! 】

"Are you really dead?" Not feeling the heat of her breath, the woman jumped back and looked at Ji Jiuru in shock. How did she knock down the man with the weapon?

[Brother Handstand loses without complaining]

[Let me just say, the anchor can definitely do it]

Ji Jiuru searched the knives and guns from the prey and distributed them to Ji Mingan and the woman who spoke. She herself didn't know why she was such a calm person, and she couldn't teach them how to shoot or use a knife. It only depended on their talent.

[You fart, when did you say that the anchor can do it? If it weren't for Brother Handstand, you would be the one who got slapped in the face! 】

[The anchor is awesome! Forgive me for questioning you]

The keyboard warrior whose disguise was revealed had a dark face. He spoke for Xia Panjian and was also helping himself. [It was just an accident. I don’t believe that the anchor will do the same thing next time he meets an experienced person. 】

Xia Panjian received support and was arrogant.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, the host was so lucky that he deceived you? You can have sex with me if you want, this person just didn’t pay attention]

[That’s it, I...] They cursed each other in the live broadcast room.

After getting rid of this person, Ji Jiuru went to squat at the basement door again, and her second sister followed beside her.

Soon, the man's three teammates discovered that there was no sound? Come and check it out.

[Hahaha, two good-for-nothing women against three people]

【This is a sure loss! If the anchor can get rid of them, I will broadcast live! fall! stand! pull! shit! 】

Xia Panjian felt that the wave was stable, so he went to get some water.

[Shit brother, talk! 】

Xia Panjian didn't expect that the anchor had really done it. He was regretful and angry. He quickly deleted the live broadcast interface and found that X was out of order. He couldn't exit the live broadcast room and was sweating profusely.

【Please fulfill your promise! 】

The cold girls circulated in the room.

Xia Panjian was so frightened that he picked up the keyboard and smashed the computer screen. He found that there were finally no words left. He relaxed.

Picking up the water glass and asking for a drink... "What the hell?!"

Those five words appeared in the water glass again, covering all the flat surfaces in the room (chair surfaces, walls)...

[When will Brother Shit live broadcast? waiting for you! 】

Ji Jiuru was worried when she learned from the minions that there were dozens of men with knives in the villa.

[I have detected your request, host. Do you want to redeem the hot/cold weapons in the current world?] The last time this voice appeared was when Ji Jiuru learned that her mother was missing and was reminded.

Yes, I can use points to exchange for weapons!

Food can be exchanged, and weapons can definitely be exchanged for cheaper ones. He used to always think that a laser cannon cost hundreds of points, forgetting that ordinary weapons are as cheap and high-quality as food.

One point is a knife, and it only takes ten points to exchange for a gun. She now has 548 points, and she can buy a knife for everyone present.

Ji Jiuru's eyes lit up and she hammered her hand.

She opened the weapons page on the mall interface and found that there were instructions on it: weapons from the live broadcast room can be controlled by the anchor's thoughts and automatically withdrawn.

Is there such a good thing? Then if the matter is over, she can automatically take the weapon back to the live broadcast room.

She turned around and looked at several women...

Sisters, don’t you play with knives?

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