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Chapter 449 The Rhythm of Group Destruction

Chapter 449 The rhythm of group destruction

The number of online viewers, which was 40 million before the show started, has plummeted.

It seems that there are less than 20 million left at the moment.

If we take another look at Jiang Xintian and Da Ke Xiao Ke, they are almost the same.

Jiang Xintian still has 22 million, and Da Ke Xiao Ke is slightly better, with 30 million left.

Why is she the least?

She obviously performed very well tonight!

I panicked, and my facial expression management naturally fell behind.

On the other hand, Meow Meow-chan was not affected from the beginning to the end.

"...

One kiss steals a heart,

Kill someone with one kiss,

Every inch of kiss feels like gold,

A rough journey.

…”

Without the soft and cute look of the past, Meow Meow-chan seems to have become a different person.

Instantly transform into a sexy beauty.

Fans went crazy.

"Ahhhh, what did I see? Is my meow's hidden skill illuminated? Meow meow is so beautiful today!"

"I am a Meow fan and I am proud of it. Ah, Meow, Mommy loves you. My Meow is great!"

"Is Meow Meow going to transform? I agree with both hands and feet! Meow Meow, you will never leave, I will never give up, I will always support you! I love you, okay..."

The music ends and the fireworks bloom.

The live broadcast room was filled with cheers and joy like the Chinese New Year.

Ruan Mengran's face turned pale, and she subconsciously looked towards Jiang Xintian, meeting the other person's unwilling eyes.

Four versus four is fine.

No matter one-on-one.

Without exception, they all lost.

Is this... the rhythm of group destruction?

Before Jiang Xintian and Ruan Mengran could figure out how to regain their place with a desperate struggle, they saw the barrage began to flow like crazy.

"Don't I have a program for my goddess Xia Ye? You can't do this, you can't treat me differently, otherwise I will cry for you!"

"Didn't you say that you have to work hard to perform? You can't let Xia Ye off so easily. Come on, sister Xia Ye will do a make-up!"

"Yes, yes, come one, come one!"



I saw that most of them were fans of Lotte in the past, and some of them were still the ones who had the most fun jumping around in their live broadcast room in the past.

Jiang Xintian and Ruan Mengran looked at each other and encouraged each other: "Yes, Xia Ye, the fans are so enthusiastic, it's hard to disappoint them."

"OK!"

Xia Weiyang agreed readily and gave the camera a wink, "Honghuang, Miaomiao, together?"

???

Are there such good benefits?

Fans are excited.

Jiang Xintian and Ruan Mengran looked ugly.

But before they could express their objections, the music of "Haicao Seaweed" echoed deafeningly in the live broadcast room.

“Like a tree of seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, swaying with the waves.

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves.

…”

???

Jiang Xintian and Ruan Mengran were startled.

The barrage has already filled the screen with "Hahahahaha".

"I know that where my late sister is, the free switching between goddess and female nerve is late but coming!"

"It's such a middle-class song, but why am I laughing so happily and squirming involuntarily? Damn it! I really think I'm a seaweed!"

"The sea of ​​​​people is so vast, drifting with the tide, ups and downs... Rounding it all off, it's like I sang with the goddesses for once! Hahahahaha..."

"Sister Wan, you look like a red seaweed now. You are just a sexy and charming seaweed. Come and tell me, is it because my fan filter is too thick, or is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"The guy in front of you is not your problem, neither is mine!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Seeing Qin Zhiyi playing the guitar and twisting his body slightly, the entire live broadcast room turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The expressions on the faces of Jiang Xintian and the others were extremely ugly.

(End of chapter)


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