"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Next time, I'll never place my bets early again.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": You all look like you're deliberately targeting me.
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": You dead fatty, we weren't. Don't spout nonsense, or I'll tear your mouth apart.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": I—
Before Fire God Ma Hongjun could finish speaking, Di yihong cut him off and spoke directly to the Gods.
"Since everyone has placed their bets, enjoy the show!"
To prevent the Livestream Room from becoming noisy again, Di yihong simply muted everyone in the Livestream Room temporarily.
"Sorry, everyone. The mute will automatically be lifted after the performance ends, so please watch patiently." Di yihong said helplessly.
Di yihong had no choice but to do this.
At the moment, Tang San was still clutching his third leg and hopping around in pain.
"Tang San, if you don't continue, then once the performance time runs out, prepare to suffer." Di yihong said with a smile—
"That'll be quite fun. You've definitely never experienced it."
Hearing Di yihong call it fun, Tang San knew that it was only fun to Di yihong.
For himself, it certainly would not be fun. It would only be more painful.
"I'll continue right away!" Tang San said through the pain.
Tang San steeled himself and performed a kip-up, leaping through the fire hoop.
As he jumped, he used both hands to shield his third leg, keeping it from being injured again.
After clearing two fire hoops in a row, Tang San faced an epic level of difficulty.
The flames on the hoop before him were incredibly fierce. Just getting slightly close made him feel as though a layer of skin would be scorched off.
If he passed through even a little too slowly, some of his flesh would probably