"Angel Qian Renxue": I want to see Tang San get humiliated. I wonder what everyone thinks?
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": Me too. I really want to see Tang San get humiliated. The earlier parts still weren't enough—I haven't had my fill yet.
"Supreme God BiBi Dong": You two, don't make things difficult for the host. He just finished dealing with Ning Rongrong's matter. How could he be in the mood to play this?
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Although I want to see it too, at least not now. We should at least wait until Ning Rongrong wakes up before the host has the mood for it.
No sooner had Void God Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking than Ning Rongrong, who was lying in Zhu Zhuqing's arms, woke up. That mouth of hers was practically blessed.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Hahahaha, it had to be you. You actually talked Ning Rongrong awake in one go.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": You should just call yourself Prophet God Zhu Zhuqing.
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Hmph. Say that again, you dead fatty. Do you really think what I just said was nonsense?
"Fire God Ma Hongjun":
At that moment, everyone watching the livestream, including Ma Hongjun himself, saw only Zhu Zhuqing's comment. Yet a killing intent seemed to be contained within it.
That invisible killing intent made people shudder. Ma Hongjun knew perfectly well that Zhu Zhuqing was serious, so he hurriedly stopped talking.
For a moment, the Livestream Room fell into a deathly silence. No one dared say anything further.
Di yihong looked at the comments in the livestream and could not help wanting to laugh.
These Gods were a little too childish. They could actually make things this awkward, forcing me to step in myself in the end.
Sure enough, whether Gods, humans, or